Folklore Spirits
Okay so a Dutch sea captain in 1680 decides he is going to round the Cape of Good Hope in a storm. His crew says please don't. He nails the helmsman's hands to the wheel. Shoots the first mate. Then yells into the hurricane that he will sail this passage until Judgment Day if he has to. Something in the storm says: deal. He has been sailing ever since. Three hundred and fifty years. Same storm. Same passage. Same crew who never agreed to any of it. The crew part is honestly the worst part.
