Helm of the Hollow .5 ozt

They say the Helm of the Hollow belonged to the last pirate who ever truly ruled the Gravewater Expanse. His name is lost, but his curse remains.

When the Hollow Fleet rose from the black tides, each ship was crewed by the dead—pale hands grasping oars, eyeless sockets searching for the living. At their helm stood the Captain, face bleached to bone, eyes long since emptied. He wore this helm as a grotesque crown of command.

Legend holds that the helm was forged from silver salvaged from wrecks claimed by the maelstrom. Each spike driven into its crown was shaped for a single purpose: to bind the loyalty of the drowned. The crossbones were not mere decoration but the remains of those who defied his dominion, riveted to the helm as warning and trophy alike.

Some say the Helm of the Hollow still whispers to those who touch it. That if you listen too closely, you’ll hear the clatter of skeletal oars and the creak of rotten timbers straining against an endless storm. Those who try to claim it for fortune are never seen again, their ships found drifting empty, sails ragged and hulls clawed from the inside.

To possess the Helm is to command the Hollow Fleet. But no soul has ever done so without paying the same price: to captain the dead is to become one of them.

So beware the helm. For once it rests upon your brow, you will never again steer your own fate. You will sail the Gravewater Expanse until every ocean is dry…and even then, your voyage will not end.

**Shape will vary per piece**