The Sea Phantom

of this scene, Hanlon. What's that, Isaac? Do you hear me, sir?

What we are doing is sitting there, right, and on the captain's slate. This is Captain Strong's own cabin, and no one's got any business or sitting here, all right? No, not for members of this group.

What's all the numbers? A bag in your bargain, sir.

But there's someone in your cabin, sir. Well, what's that, Isaac? There's someone in the captain's cabin, sir. Who is he? I don't rightly know, sir. What did you see who it was? Yes, Mr Wilson, that idea, sir.

But the captain always locks his cabin. Don't you captain strong? And I do. I could have forgot. It wasn't locked just now, Captain. You say you gotta look at the man? I say. And pull in the face, Captain.

If you can rightly call it a face. What's that? What do you mean, Isaac? Hey, there's my speaker. What are you trying to tell us? I mean, sir, the man ain't human. He's nothing but a skeleton.

What? None, since Isaac. Oh, no sir and that is not. I've seen him, sir. Look plumb into his face, I did. And there's nothing there but bones. White, bleach bones, sir. Oh, that's ridiculous. Empty eye sockets and a gaping mouth. And he was writing on your slate, sir.

Writing on my slate? I, Captain. Writing with a piece of white chalk. Held between his fingers. Fingers with no flesh on him, sir. You've been preeminizing. Come on. Let's get down to my cabin, have a look.

Come on, Mr. Wilson. Right, Captain. How's it? Come on. Hi, Risa. Why is it impossible for anyone to be in my cabin? All the hands are either on deck or down the engine room. That's what I say, Captain Strong.