Excuse me, sir! You seem the well-traveled sort. Would you be willing to accompany me to the Clave in return for a reward?

There's a bit of a problem, see. We take turns manning the watchtowers hereabouts, but the last few folk have been driven away from the lighthouse post by sudden and terrible headaches.

Every single one of them remembers hearing some sort of “screeching wail.” We don't know if we're dealing with a sea witch or a roaming banshee, but they all agree the sound is awful enough to chill your blood!

How fortunate for me, then, that I have you to back me up! Pray follow me to the Clave, and we can solve this mystery together...

Hmph, I don't hear anything...

Maybe we should split up and have more of a look around. Once you're satisfied there's naught to find, you can meet me back here at the lighthouse.

I heard it...that terrible voice! Aaargh! The pain! I can feel my head...splitting in half...

I... I think I might live, thank you... That keening din seemed to pierce my very skull...

I've never heard the likes of it. If there truly exists a sea witch who murders sailors with her cursed screams, then that is how I imagine her voice would sound.

At least now we know which areas are too dangerous to approach. Come, we must return to Wright so I can share this with the others.

Now that I've had a chance to calm down, I feel a little embarrassed by my earlier behavior. I think stories of sea witches and the like may have fed my panic...

But not everyone puts stock in those old tales, it seems. There was talk of a girl from Gatetown who's taken to visiting the lighthouse to practice her sing─ Wait... You don't think that awful keening could have been...? No, surely not...

Ahaha...hahaha. Ahem. Thank you for standing by me during that terrifying ordeal. And be wary of wailing sea witches should you find yourself near the Clave again!