Ghost Ship

A strange Doctor Weird. Good evening. Come in, won't you? Why, what's the matter? Your hand is shaking. Surely you're not afraid of me. Oh, perhaps it would steady you to hear a little story that was just told to me.

The story of a strange ship that sails the Seven Seas with no crew save death. And no passengers except the dead. I call the story the ghost ship. My story the ghost ship begins in a badly battered life for pitching and tossing on the surface of the South Atlantic. Three men wearily bail out the water

which the breaking wave is constantly pouring to the boat. A fourth man, Burley and Braun Schulman is at the tiller. Alright, Baylor, man, Baylor. What a stadium on us. What's the use of biling? We'll never make land. Why don't we admit we're done for and get it over with?

So that, Bosen. We may side a ship any minute. You've been saying that every day for a week, man. Captain, Captain! Yeah, what is it? Hey, tank, it's a ship. You snow each year. They're too bored.

All right, look sharp, man. I don't see anything. Just another fault alarm. No, no, it's not. Captain, I see. You're here? It's a small steamer heading this way. Yeah. Yeah, I can make her out now. She's heading straight for us.

It's a ship, all right. But she looks mighty funny. Look how low she is in the water. See the way she skids. She does kind of stagger back and forth. Maybe her steering gear broke and there's no smoke from her funnels on it.

If you ask me, she's a teary-ling. Hell, maybe she is. Even a derelict is better than this light boat. The winds carrying across our courts. And we're going to border. Half an hour later, the light boat rubbed against the side of the strange ship.