In the age of sea dominace, there was a frail old man that was blind but had a large spirit. He was a fisher of Port Brinf, and got fish for his people. Having no family left, he had no friends and felt alone as if in a dark room with no escape. One musk day while fishing, his hook was bitten by something massive. Still, no one knows what it was or why it happend, but he was pulled in by it. Scared, the old man felt the breeze of the waves crashed against him. For a second, he felt like he was going to die. It seemed like hours before he made it back to his ship. So, he made it back to Port Brinf with quite a story to tell. He gathered quitea crowd with interest in him and his tale. As he went back home one, a thought struck him. To make a friend to feel alive and to be able to see. That night, it was as if a spirit came over him. With it, he made a miraculous creation. He called it "Lantuurn". But he had an empty space for the power source which he could not find. 4 days passed, and he felt pains in his chest and he knew he was dying. So, he took a gamble. He put his heart into the core of Lantuurn. For 3 and a half years, he sank into the dust of the basement. But then, the old man felt awake, but not in his body but the body of Lantuurn. He felt young again and the finest part: he could see. He walked out of his house and onto the land. It was night. But instead of being absorbed by darkness, he emitted light. People were astonished of his appearance, but the old man explained through writing of his creation. He rose up out of Port Brinf, and became captain of a vast ship. He lead them through the mist and fog day and night no matter the condition. Today, he still roams in what is called the Bermuda Triangle. Though in constant storms, he still gives light from his large spirit and lives on in happiness.