Tuesday, 20 June 2017 10:09

The Haunted Ship

In 1872, the Mary Celeste departed from New York with my father as its captain. My mother and I decided to come along because we wanted to explore Italy as a family, along with eight other crew members.

 

It was finally the day of the trip, the smile on everyone’s face as we waved goodbye made me even more excited about it. We went over all the supplies on our list that we needed to bring with us one more time just to make sure. My calculations stated that our food supply was more than enough for this entire trip. Everyone was onboard and everything was ready. The next thing I knew, it was time to set sail. It was very refreshing to feel the calm and warm breeze but there was also an uncomforting sulfuric smell and a pinch of green to the briny air. My mother often experienced mild seasickness, but I rarely did. We spent days and nights on the sea which was a lot of getting-used-to, but we eventually got the hang of things.

 

Soon enough days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. I couldn’t keep track of time anymore, but luckily my father recorded every detail in his logbook as a great captain would usually do. November 24 was the day I would never forget. The sun was shining brightly on that morning but somehow, I was feeling a slight shiver down my spine upon waking up. It was almost noon and when it seemed like I was finally calming myself down, the sudden pressure hit me all at once. It was the most intense thing I have ever experienced outdoors. The air got colder, almost unbreathable, and I felt very uncomfortable. “Crystals… ice crystals…” I thought to myself as they started forming on the water’s surface. The area started to get foggy. As it got thicker and thicker, I started to see a shadow. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the figure looked like a woman with a long hair. I tried to look harder but the longer I looked, the more scared I got. I didn’t know why no one else seemed to see the shadow. It was only me who did. She slowly moved her arms towards one of the crew members, ice crystals formed on his feet, spreading upwards until he was completely frozen. She then closed her palms, and the ice shattered completely without leaving a single trace behind. 

 

I was speechless. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore and my hands were shaking. My heart was pounding so hard, I felt like it could burst out any second. 

The next victim was me. I was too shocked to even have any thoughts at that moment. My mother quickly appeared in front of me, spreading out her arms to shield me. Before I knew it, she was completely shattered. My heart skipped a beat and I lost all consciousness. 

 

 I woke up finding myself on the beach of a deserted island. Fortunately, my father was with me, and he told me everything. Everyone else tried to escape. Some got thrashed, some froze to death, and others sank into the ocean. Only one of the crew members survived. They swam to the nearest piece of land they could spot.

 

That story was long, long ago. It still surprises me how much I remember about that trip. My father passed away a few years back because of a disease, and the former crew member who also survived passed away not too long ago due to an accident. 

 

No one else has discovered this island yet. It gets awfully lonely sometimes.

 

 

Sethanydeth Nouth

7-E

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