"I could tell it was a curse, an entity of some kind within you," Wrath says as his gaze moves back to the desk, determined to find what they came for. He doesn't know how much time they have especially with the ship falling apart.

He sifts through papers.

"...an elixir to lessen the effects of the curse? It would be difficult to drink it without drinking saltwater as well. And whatever else exists in this water."