They say the sea's a harsh mistress. Well, I can tell ya it ain't no mistress. It's a demon. A great blue monster that steals everythin'. You ain't gonna find anythin' out there cept' a cold, lonely end. Don't say I didn't warn ya...

A grizzled, old earth pony relates his tale of woe to random passerby. A tale fraught with tragedy and disaster, fear and isolation. A tale inexplicably linked to a mysterious event fifty years ago, when the S.S. Ironside was lost at sea. He claims to be the only remaining survivor, but the story he tells defies all reason. Are they just the ramblings of a senile old pony, or is there some terrifying truth to what he says?