4x-xx-xx ep64The Oblong Box

of the past. Bantoms of a world gone by speak again the immortal tale. The Arblom. Captain, there she is. End me your dust. I have a ball. Very well done about. We'll drop line and take them on.

No, sir. Turn by the main salt. Don't go silent now, eh? Right, right, don't let? You make out what ship she's from? Eh, uh, too far, Captain. She's American now. Now we soon be on him.

Mate, if the captain's with them, send him up to my captain. Hi, I see. Take him, and I saw... He's in our doctor's office on that. That's about all, Captain. We've been at sea in the longboat for two days when you cited us.

Just about done in. My friend here, Mr. Allen, was the only passenger to survive. You say you're from the package of independence, eh? Eh? What cargo were you carrying? Cotton, a little hemp, and some timber.

I see. And that was all? I... Did you happen to fire some drift, Captain? We did. Nothing you just spoke of. Would you care for a little more, Grov, gentlemen? Thank you. And you, sir?

Yes. Yes, please. No, we passed nothing adrift that you mentioned, but, erm... We did hoist aboard something rather strange, you might say. It may not have come from your ship though. Could only make out the port of embarkation on the date.

Charleston, South Carolina. August the 2nd, 1881. That was our port. That was our date of sailing. Captain. What was it you took aboard? Two bodies? Passengers I suppose, men, the woman? Rather unusual though, the woman was in a coffin.

A long, long box. You seem startled, Mr. Ellen. I am. And the man. That's the strange part. He was lashed at a coffin by an inch thick rope. From your reaction, Mr. Ellen, I presume you know something about the box?