Ghost ships

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Submitted: November 22, 2011

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I’ve always been a fisherman, and have always wanted to be one. But my dream came to an end on that one single night. I’m David and I’ll be telling you my dream or shall I say nightmare. It was September the 19th 1867 and my ship ‘storm’ had set of for a journey of a life time. Me and my crew loved adventure but that night was torture. We were sailing past the coat line of Africa but the wind was blowing us of course. Next thing me and the crew knew there was a very grey cloud heading towards us and we could hear the claps of thunder and lighting, my crews fearless and so am I but we all have our soft spots and we knew this wasn’t going to end well. See storms an old ship she’s had many journeys and faced many storms of her own, but this I don’t think she can handle. The ship was being blown all over the place but she stayed strong and so did I, I stood by the wheel and tried to steer us out of trouble. But it was pitch black and I was steering us into nothingness, I couldn’t see a thing but I could feel something cold. I got a shiver down my spine and new something wasn’t right. I saw the moon and only the moon it shimmered in the darkness of the night. Then I saw a massive wave coming towards us and knocked the entire crew. I woke up the day after, the crew was okay but storm wasn’t. I saw ice and lots of it. The sun made it sparkle but what I saw was worse. An ice-burg was in front of us. We was heading right towards It I ran to the wheel to change our course but, the wave had demolished our wheel we couldn’t steer we couldn’t move we were destined for ship wreck. The best part of our ship had been destroyed; our wheel was an antique, and long curvy snakes were carved into the grain of the wood. I could see all the seals lounging all over the ice. We were edging closer and closer. Me and the crew said our goodbyes and we all jumped into the ice cold water. We all tried to swim to an ice block but I was losing crew members rapidly, most of them gave up hope and let themselves sink but I kept swimming, I did it for storm. When I got to the ice block I turned around to see none of my crew they had gone. 8 hours later… I’m cold, hungry and thirsty the ice block was sinking and so was storm. I swam over to her and stood where the wheel used to be I knew I was going to die. I don’t know why but I think of my death storms death and the crews I feel like it’s all my fault and like I’m the grim reaper. Causing death where ever I go, I knew it wasn’t rue but I felt it. I let go of the compass my father gave me when I was a lad and felt the water. The tables are turned the dice have been rolled it’s my turn leave this world now, so I go along with it. And remember all the good times. I remember the church bells ringing of my little girls wedding, and my father’s old pet bird little Joey. I’ll always remember the good times. After that day every ship that ever sailed our course again is followed my storm the ghost ship and her crew. Oh and of course me David.


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