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Volume 2, Issue 2 |
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The Oracle |
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Tronicia Times |
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Halloween Section |
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Another Spooky Tale By Grog EyePoker It was nigh on thirty years ago this very month when I last sailed the seas. I was the youngest crewman, the cabinboy, aboard the merchant schooner Endevor out of Tronicia harbor and we were heading home to Tronicia with a hold full of exotic furs from the northlands when it happened. It was a night I will always remember and the reason I will never set foot on the deck of a ship again this time of year. The air was still as death and a the ship had gone dead in the water as the air wind no longer lifted the sails. The sky was black, black as the pits of hell during midwinter night and a deep heavy fog rolled in from the east. The ship was quiet as a tomb, as the blanket of fog lay upon us and the crew whispered fearfully amongst themselves. |
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We gathered midships and listened as the old bosun told us of a night such as this ages ago when the Flying Dutchman had come out of the darkness and taken the entire crew away save one small cabin boy weeping in the bottom of ! the hold. That cabin boy was now our bosun and I thought to dismiss such tales as mere hauntings and silly superstitions. Soon though the temperature dropped and a chill filled the air. The crew fearfully went about their duties, but constantly sent nervous, fear filled, glances out to sea. Then in the distance a ships bell was heard. A strange melodic chanting could be heard getting closer. It was an old sea chanty, it's language forgotten in the mists of time. Looming out of the fog came a huge three masted ship. No crew could be seen save the steersman, who was dressed in a billowing black cape with firey light blazing from his eyes. It was the Flying Dutchman! |
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The crew screamed in fear, praying to their gods and scrambling to the far side of the ship. The Captain bellowed orders to man the ships weapons and try to fight her off. But twas to no avail. The crew was to scared to move against the unnatural ship that ghosted towards us on a calm sea. The ghost! ly captain pointed his finger at me and intoned, "You alone shall live to tell the tale. The sea is mine and none shall tresspass." Two days later I awoke to find the ship in port, but no crew aboard save myself. From that day on my hair has been solid white. There were no remains to the crew of the bonny ship Endevor. Only the ghostly imprint of a skeletal hand left on the wheel of the ship. You may scoff if you will, but I know. I have seen the Flying Dutchman and tell you now, the sea is his and he roams still for more sailors to join his crew of the damned. |