Tonight was strange.
The sky was clearly filled with brilliant stars, and the sea was calm and still.
Yet while several people stayed in the cabin, they kept hearing the howling of wind outside. Things also occasionally fell on the deck with loud bangs, as though a gale were blowing outside.
The captain had gone out several times. There wasn't any damn wind!
The deck, like the girls below deck, had long since been tidied up. It was completely bare, without a thing on it.
"What the hell?"
The captain muttered.
He glanced at the sea, which was dark enough to be frightening, and suddenly felt a chill.
He hadn't noticed it during the day, but now that night had fallen, with his lone boat drifting on the sea...well, it really was a little creepy.
It was as if some monster were hiding beneath the black surface, ready to leap out at any moment and drag him away.
He didn't dare stay on deck alone any longer.
He walked into the wheelhouse.
He wanted to see whether the satellite positioning signal had returned.
However.
Right at that moment.
The Electronic chart that had malfunctioned earlier and become stuck suddenly displayed information. Another boat had appeared right beside theirs.
Huh?
The captain froze for a moment, then instinctively looked up in that direction.
There was nothing there.
Through the wheelhouse window, he could clearly see that the area was pitch-black, without the slightest light. It didn't look as though there was a boat there.
He lowered his head and looked at the screen again, only to discover that the boat had no AIS information at all.
"What's going on?"
"An error? Is it broken?"
The captain suddenly felt a little frightened.
Years ago.
He had heard some stories about Ghost Ships