Captain Rust Hook, feared scourge of the seas, clawed back from a watery grave with madness driving him. His skeletal crew, cursed to servitude, awaited his command in swirling fog. Driven by vengeance, he prowled coastal villages, seizing souls on Halloween when the Blood Moon’s glow thins the veil between worlds. Rust Hook, now able to recruit the living as his crew, became a harbinger of doom. The chilling legend spread, as terrified whispers told of his return to drag more souls into his ghostly crew.