The ocean: full of fishmen (bad), merfolk (good). Once a ghost pirate ship, which we raided for food and cloth.
The shore: hostile ghost who took offense an attempt to fish. Also, on the southern shore, giant tentacles (presumably attached to something nasty).
The church: full of very angry ghosts.
Every few days, if we're good (by which apparently The Powers That Brought Us Here mean we're working to improve our lot in life) there's a feast. This is good, because otherwise food is scarce. The present two-day feast is unprecedented.