As the Demeter traversed the Atlantic, the crew began to notice strange occurrences. The ship's stores seemed to be replenished overnight, with crates of fresh produce and livestock appearing on deck. The men exchanged uneasy glances, whispering among themselves about cursed cargo and supernatural interference.

The SS Demeter was never seen again, but on quiet nights, when the moon hung low in the sky, some claimed to have heard the haunting cry of a wolf, echoing across the waves, a chilling reminder of the cursed voyage that had sealed the fate of all on board.

The nights passed, and the crew grew restless. They reported finding strange symbols etched into the ship's wooden hull, seemingly written in blood. Morale plummeted as tensions rose. Stratten, a firm believer in the rational, dismissed the strange happenings as mere superstition, but even he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

Theories abounded: mutiny, pirate attack, and sea monsters were all floated as possible explanations for the ship's disappearance. But one legend persisted: that the Demeter had been carrying a cargo not of goods, but of darkness itself – a malevolent force that had consumed the crew and sent the ship to a watery grave.

The Demeter approached the coast of England, and on the evening of August 8th, Captain Stratten called for a celebration to mark the midpoint of their journey. The crew gathered on deck, their faces illuminated by the setting sun. That's when they saw it: a black, ebony-colored wolf, perched atop the cargo hold, watching them with unblinking eyes.