They say every ship carries two hearts — one beating in the captain’s chest, and the other, buried deep in its anchor. This relic once belonged to the feared Captain Morvain, whose black sails haunted the horizon. In his final battle, as cannon fire tore through the night, Morvain cut the anchor loose, letting his ship drift into the mist… never to be seen again.

Centuries later, while charting a forbidden trade route, Captain Pika dove to the ocean floor where ghost-lanterns still flickered in the dark. There, tangled in ancient rope, he found it — edges glimmering with gold, the weight of the sea still clinging to its frame.

Now, this anchor sits on your shelf, a silent witness to storms, treasure hunts, and whispered legends of the deep. But beware — some say, on moonless nights, you might hear the faint creak of a ship’s hull… waiting to set sail again.