There's a terrible storm comin' The waves are near high enough to reach the railings. .
The Cap'n justs stands at the bow and stares inta the storm. I dunno what's got inta him. Ever since we was attacked he's been mighty moody.
There's a wailin' wind and drivin' rain enough to soak me to the bone. There's a weird fog that seems to be comin' at us, but against the wind! It's not like any fog I ever seen afore.
As the fog gets closer, the wind lifts and swirls above us, around us, and the sea goes calm. My blood runs cold as I see a ship move toward us, sails in rags. Even from a distance you can hear the timbers creak.!
When the wind dies down, the whole crew gathers at the railin'. It's no wonder the ship lists a bit to that side. For once there is total silence on the Pink Daffodil.
" I knew this day was coming. I saw it in my dreams. I knew we were doomed, so I prayed myself into a frenzy and threw myself overboard."
A quiet, raspy voice speaks beside me. I look to me left, and there stands the shady wraith of preacher Jonny Roe!
"You...You're dead! You drownded! " I squawked.
I can be pretty observent, even when I'm scairt crapless.
"Aye, but my soul seems to be stuck here on this ship. I'm here for a reason, I just don't know what it is."
He said this sadly and shook his wispy head. He turned suddenly to the rail, and stared at the other ship, which was but a cannonball's throw away by now.
"That's The Flying Dutchman, lad. Better say your final prayers now!"