The Flying Dutchman

The seas were rough that fateful night, and we were far from shore. Our captain entertained his guests with tales of ancient lore. Wine was poured and stomachs filled while Captain told his tales of pirates, how they stole their gold, and dangers it entailed. One such story did relate the doom of a great ship, it’s captain and it’s whole damned crew that sailed the seas in it. The skipper of this olden ship was said to be revered in circles of society, but by his own crew greatly feared. On such a night as we had then the captain was implored by his men to turn around, but they were just ignored. The captain in a fit of rage exclaimed he’d not turn back. He dared God in the heavens high to stop him in his tracks. And God, one not to be demeaned, unleashed His dreadful wrath. Through thunder, rain and untamed wind destroyed all in His path. The Flying Dutchman’s crew was lost. Their bodies claimed by sea. Their souls however could never move on, and stay trapped on that ship they would be. It’s said that on eves when the sea’s not at ease one must go to every measure to avoid that ship whose ghosts man it lest your life you do truly treasure. When the story had reached its dismal end I chanced to look out the porthole. The sight I was greeted with filled me with fear. A fear the chilled my poor soul… …And now my dear reader I bid thee adieu for my time with you is no more. I sincerely hope that my bottle may reach you on some distant and tropical shore. *There actually is such a legend of a cursed ship that sails the seven seas. Apparently it's bad luck to encounter it in open water.*