Nolan and Sharon walked toward the side of the ship closest to the ghost ship.
Since the two ships were side by side, they didn't need a wooden plank to cross.
"Be careful," Nolan said, reaching out his hand to Sharon.
Sharon took his hand and carefully jumped onto the ghost ship.
"Woaaa..." Sharon gasped at the sight before her. "The ship really is destroyed."
The deck was a mess—holes marred the floor, and many of the ship's support pillars were broken.
The wooden walls were covered in moss and dangerous mold, which could cause hallucinations if inhaled.
"Nolan, you—"
Sharon turned, only to find Nolan had disappeared.
"Nolan!?" She called out in panic, looking around.
"I'm here, Sister. Come here!"
A voice came from her left. Sharon let out a relieved sigh and hurried toward it.
She found Nolan crouched in front of five damaged, rotting wooden barrels.
"What are you doing?" Sharon asked, curious.
