We were sailing to Feathermoon Stronghold with a shipment of supplies when naga stormed the sides of the Gallant. We drove them back but knew they'd return. Fearing the loss of my most precious belongings, I steered the Gallant to an island off the coast of Desolace, one with old, night elf ruins. And there I left my treasure chest.
But we were doomed to lose them. My key was lost during the next naga attack, and my first mate's was lost a day later when a drysnap makrura assailed us and pulled him into the deep.
I am sure the naga and makrura have the keys. I am glad the two are enemies and will not share them.
After the makrura attack, we could see that the Gallant would not survive another. So I and the few surviving sailors abandoned my ship.
I write this now in hopes that someone will know our plight, and some day avenge us against the watery fiends who were our ruin.