Gwen stood, a little uncertain. She had known she had been dead. Did coming back to life mean she was an angel? Well, Gwen didn't think so, but maybe.<br/><br/>She smiled and went over. "That's beautiful," she said, gesturing to the harp. "An amazing instrument." She leaned against the desk. "I remember my mother singing to me, sometimes," she said. "She would---"<br/><br/>Gwen was cut off as a man knocked on the door.<br/><br/>"Captain! We're ready to set sail!" he called. "The enemy ship has shoved off, and the crew is ready to let our sails fly. If you would care to give the command, and then look over our bounty? There are some strange pieces in there---inscribed with some weird stuff. One was a medallion with the name...Artena? Artera?"<br/><br/>Artera? Gwen's eyes widened. "I know that name!" she said. "It's part of the poem!" She took a breath, and recited, "In the cradle of the sea, between the rushing tides, Behind the devil's sharp-edged teeth untold treasure hides. Be wary of Artera's breath, Keep watchful near the Straits of Death, be...." she trailed off. "Be...something." She shook her head. "I don't remember the next line. But that's two more lines than I remembered before!"