If you ask the old souls on prison what happens to those who cannot complete their grind you'll hear a mighty tale. Sometimes in the cold dead of night a silent fog will crawl across the oceans surrounding your isle and you'll hear the toll of a bell. That's how you know its coming and to stay clear of the water, as the ship of damned souls comes floating past your isle; don't you dare climb aboard or you may well join them on their eternal voyage of a fruitless escape.