For centuries, seagull hunters have whispered the same name in hushed, fearful tones: Old Graybeak. A monstrous, battle-scarred behemoth of a gull, his wingspan is said to blot out the sun, his screech is rumored to have caused at least two pirate mutinies, and his droppings have taken out more boat captains than scurvy.

Many have tried to gaff him. All have failed. Some say he’s un-gaffable. Others say he’s merely a ghost story told to scare net boys into staying in line. But we know the truth: he’s out there… laughing at us.

The WSHA has dedicated itself to the pursuit of Old Graybeak. Our finest hunters have sacrificed everything—boats, gaffs, dignity—chasing him across the seven seas. We’ve lost good men to his legendary evasive maneuvers, his brutal aerial acrobatics, and his ability to steal a hot dog out of a man’s hands at Mach 3.

Some say he was last seen terrorizing boardwalk fries in Atlantic City. Others claim he’s migrated to a hidden lagoon where the gulls hold secret battle meetings. Wherever he is, we will find him. And when we do, we’ll gaff him, weigh him, and if he’s a keeper… well, legend says his meat is so tender it melts in your mouth like butter.

Will you be the one to finally take down Old Graybeak?

Join WSHA. The hunt continues.