South of Labyrinth Sound, Corpse Bay earned its name honestly. The currents of the region converge here, depositing whatever the sea claims—shipwreck debris, drowned sailors, and things less identifiable. Bodies wash up on the black sand beaches with disturbing regularity. Locals won't fish the bay proper, though the surrounding waters remain productive.
The bay's morbid nature predates King Kasper's curse, but has intensified since. Some scholars theorize the curse found purchase here because death already had a foothold. Others note that Kasper chose to build his capital overlooking these waters, and wonder if the causality runs the other direction.
The major ports of Corpse Bay maintain crematoriums that burn constantly, disposing of whatever washes ashore before it can rise again. This is presented as civic duty and public health. The actual frequency of the rising dead is not discussed in polite company.