Are you another seeking to plunder from my Well of Fates, that its flames might quell the restless shadows that plague the living world?
What's the 'Well of Fates' you spoke of?
Do you not see it? The torch that burns brightest aboard my ship; an eternal beacon that illuminates the conduit between life and death. The hue of the flame shifts to reflect the manner in which the dead departed your world. As their final memory, it shapes their soul. It is the power of those flames that can draw forsaken lives - those you refer to as 'Shadows of Fate' - fully back across the void. it is for that reason that many pirates now seek to dip their lantern into the Well of Fates, and carry its light with them as they return. They keep the flames alive aboard their vessels by transferring them to the lanterns there, or by lighting beacons high above the waves. I do not approve. I do not condemn. The worth of these actions shall be judged in due time by those with an... interest... in your affairs.
Tell me more about these flames.
There are six of which I may speak... The blue flame, signifying the fateful bite of some ravenous undersea creature... The red flame, which tells of a life extinguished by a great conflagration... The green flame, which calls out to those whose life was ended at the hands of those no longer living... The white flame, summoning those unfortunate souls struck down by the heavens themselves! The purple flame, for those who felt the fatality of venom coursing through their veins... I shall, of course, not omit the pink flame, guiding those pirates who fell in combat with another of their kind.
Are you taking part in the festival?
Never! There are those who claim I should be honoured by such debauchery, but they have no comprehension of my burden. Were I to cast aside my obligations and subsume myself in revelry as they do, the consequences would be beyond calamitous! And yet, perhaps... If there were to be cake... Bah! I tire of your interrogation. Begone!