Everyone looked in silence at the ships which shimmered in and out of their sight.
The air grew so cold that it sent shivers across Alice's body as her small fluffy tail perked up. Meeka's face was drained of color, she crossed herself and murmured a prayer.
"The Ghost Fleet, I thought it was only a legend."
"Well it looks like it isn't one anymore." Becca said, trying to keep her calm.
The ships closed in and surrounded them in a loose circle. No creak of wood came and no crashing sound of waves. There was only darkness and the silence it brought as the ghost fleet flickered in and out of their sight.
The ever imposing silence was broken by the faint scraping of a bone against the deck. With it came whispers which slithered into their minds, cold, intimate and unwelcoming.
Becca staggered as a vision flashed before her eyes, she saw blood covering her hands as she pressed a gaping hole in Xior's chest.
