Phantom Ship

[afternooner]

Billy

Inside the engine room I was just about to give up finding nothing that i could use to repair engine of the fishing boat. our only hope now was that we could radio for help that shouldn't be a problem as we were located in a main travel area and soon would be rescued.

I turned to go to the upper deck nd find the others and return to our fishing vessel, but just as I started for the door I heard the captain calling.

"Billy, you in there?

I saw her stick her head in the door Her voice sounded strange sort of off in the distance though she only stood a few feet from me. I walked towards her shruging my shoulders. " No parts here that will work Cap"

She gave me a look back that sent shivers up and down my spine, I wanted to reach out to her, hold her. I didn't know why. We had never touched before only to shake hands. I always felt like I wanted to take care of her, watch out for her but this feeling was diferent. more than compassion but a feeling that I would do anything for her. Anything that she would ask. I took her hand and raised it to my lips.

"Nat I said faltering How can I serve you."

I shook my head, why was I saying these things. I looked in her eyes they had a commanding look that I couldn't turn away from. I sunk to my knees before her, looking up at her. My arms encircling her waist, my mouth between her thighs.

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Was that voices, did I hear someone calling "Billy"? Now a shuffling - the sound of two people together? I try to call out but the dusty dryness of my throat stifles all sound.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Captain Nat

I smirked a little at his reaction, it was rather flattering, but untimely in this place.
"Billy?" When he went to his knees and buried his face in the crotch of my jeans, I wanted to laugh and scold at the same time.
GOD! It felt good! Oh, no the clothes were in the way.. What felt good was the fact the ship was taking control once again. I could feel myself growing stronger by the minute. Feeding off of their emotions, their sexual frustrations and their fear as well.
Once those emotions escalated out of control, I would have complete control over them all.
My hands ran down over his head, caressing him, rocking my hips back and forth on his face.
"You want some dontcha Billy?" I purred in a sexy little voice. I pet his head, threading my fingers through his hair time and time again, speaking in a sultry tone. He was entranced, and he didn't know why.. But I had to stop this, not just yet. He wasn't ready.
"Billy, Stand up." I stepped back from him, and looked down at his kneeling form.
"This isn't the time nor place for games, come on." I let him think perhaps he had imagined it all? Or perhaps he was losing his mind? I gave no indication once I stepped back that I had any part of keeping him there.
Turning my back I grinned again, I was going to looooove this group! Why? I shrugged a little. My mind returning to myself.
"Oh yes, I came down here to see if you found the part?" I glanced around a little puzzled, I didn't recall exactly how I got down here? The previous encounter fading from my mind a little at a time. But I felt it, I felt the withdrawl and the distinct sensation I was forgetting something important as well? But what?

I heard a small noise to my left and turned. "Who's there?" I glanced back at Billy, "I heard something, did you?" I moved towards another crate, again hearing that sound. A faint scraping? coughing as well.
"One of the kids get stuck inside one of these things?" I didn't see how that was possible?

 

[afternooner]

Billy

I stood up my mind a blank, "

Cap I say softly, sorry there is no part here we can use". she seems distracted like she hears a noise and then asks me.

" No I say I didn't hear anything but I feel strange here maybe I need some fresh air. I absently move away and out of the engine room I feel lightheaded and arroused. Horney, thats how I feel and can't understand it. Something about feeling a warm body against my face. hands in my hair a soft sultry voice saying "You want some dontcha Billy."

I go topside where I see Ammanda, the reporter taking pictures. in the fog she looks sureal, her thin waist and large breasts excite me. She turns and looks at me her green eyes sparkling with excitement. Is she feeling what I feel too?, it's almost like a dream her body fading into the background and then coming at me enticingly. I want her but can't explain why. I blush as my cock hard agains my jeans is obviously fully erect.

"Ammanda, I stutter kneeling in front of her, my hands reaching up to cup her breasts.What do you wish of me. I'll do anything for you"

I cant believe I'm acting this way but I cant seem to help it.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Captain Nat

Well, alrighty.. he just walks off. Shaking my head, I moved towards the crate once more.
"Hello? Someone in there?" I tapped on the top, this was so silly! Who would be in a crate!? This just did not make a bit of sense, but I could have sworn I heard a noise inside this thing..
"HELLO!? anyone in there or am i losing my mind!?"

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Oh yes yes, definately voices, sounds like someone trying to hit it off, sounds of hands on clothing, but then parting, maybe one of the crew nearly getting lucky with a paying passenger? Lucky guy! But why stop ... is someone else coming?

Yes they are, footsteps, closer, closer, yes calling in here to me - with all my strength I shout, but silence clamps the words, no sound issues from my mouth. Why don't they just open up and give me my food and water like they've been doing? I rattle the chains that bind me, if that's the only voice I've got I'll use it.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Captain Nat

I heard the faint sounds and glanced around for a hammer. Someone was inside there. Nailed inside?
"Hang on a second!" This was weird, who would nail someone inside a damned crate!? And which college kid was it!?
grabbing a hammer, I began prying at the four corners, one by one until finally it loosened around the edges.
Pushing the hammer claws inside a little ways, I pried upwards with all my strength until finally the lid popped up and slid off the side.
Coughing I waved my hands before my face, trying to clear the dust away from me. Coughing a few more times, the dust finally cleared away enough to see inside.
Some guy was sitting in there in chains? and thats not the weirdest part, his attire was!

"Oh shit, now just who are you!?" I thought carefully, I didn't see any other ships out there, only mine, but that didnt mean there wasnt one on the other side? right?
"Here, let me help you out." I reached down to grip his arms and heft him out. He himself was clean, no dust, nothing.. but the chains? Shaking my head, I would figure it out later.
His lips looked dry, parched like he'd been in there awhile, but how long?
I glanced around until I spotted a canteen, I dont even recall where it came from but I handed it to him anyways.
"You ok?"

 

[cgraven]

I work my way back along the starboard side, and below decks searching for a machine shop, engineering stores for anything that can help us. The fog is eerie out of place her in theses southern latitudes; it gives this whole scene a surreal quality as if it needed any help.

The vessel is at least 50 years old if a day by her lines the rack of her funnels. The paint appears fresh, the decks weathered but otherwise well cared for. She looks like the passengers and crew just left but how, the ship’s boats and rafts hung in their davits, and where lashed to their racks. Lights the main engine room was lit, as if the watch was still tending the boilers, but how could that be? All deathly quiet. Then I spy it the builders’ plate. “M.V. Skylark’s”.

That was just too much of a coincidence for me. To hell with the part I turned on my heels and started topside for the bridge and the chart room.

I work my way topside and as I pass the galley a noise catches my attention. I grab a dogging wrench from the nearest hatch. Ready to strike I call out.

“Who’s there?”

 

[whatsinanameuk]

light rushes in and I'm blinded, just catch a glimpse of an angel peering in to my dusty cell. Relief , not blind, no longer enclosed, maybe food at last, water.

Slowly, slowly my eyes accustom to the light and I see an a woman in clothes like I've never seen before reaching a canteen into me. I try top say thank you, but no sound emere4ges. I greedily grab at the canteen and drink long and swftly the sweet sweet water that coures cold and refereshing deep within me.

With her help I rise unsteadily to my feet, I see her looking somewaht askance at my clothes, but I have been locked up in this crate, so does she expect my suit to be pressed - come on - have a heart madam!

Still nagged by the oddity of the silence - why are the engines not turning, even in port ther4e'd be signs of life - but this stillness is unnerving; as is this woamn before me - strangely dressed, but beautiful beyond dreaming ...

am I dreaming ..

 

[Sweetp4u]

Captain Nat

I stepped back, looking him up and down. Now those were some odd looking clothes. But all well, it's his perogitive to dress any ol way he wanted to.
"How did you get into that box?" I helped him get uprighted and watched as he drank like he hadn't drank in weeks. That wasn't possible, he'd be dead. Right?
This palce was too weird to even contemplate just how he came to be on this ship. I did know he didn't arrive on mine.
"Your boat get marooned as well?" He still hadn't spoken to me, I was begining to think he was mute?
"My name is Natalie, captain Nat to most. You are?"

 

[Lady Pendragon]

ARie

I hear a voice call to me, "Who's there?"

"It is me, Arie. Who are you?"


I hoped beyond hope that whoever was there was supposed to be here, from my ship, not from the ghost of this one. "Do I know you?"

 

[cgraven]

Arie the medico from NYC, a bit urbane detached and gritty like most big city folks. In control, always in control. Well this ship was out of the past. Was she haunted or something worst? That I did not know but there seemed to be some type of living presence here some that just out of sight, something that you caught out of the corner of your eye but when you went to look at it, it was gone.

I lowered the dogging wrench but kept it to hand. The Ship did not scare me but there was uneasiness, a familiarity about that I could not put my finger on.

“C G O’Connell 1st mate of the “Skylark” just headed up to the bridge & chart room. Kind of interested to know a bit more about her.”

I paused, Arie fragrance, so captivating, she is standing so close, god she was attractive, never really noticed her on the way out but…………… Get a hold on yourself C G now is not the time.

“Arie care to join me?’

 

[Lady Pendragon]

Arie

It was C.G. O'Connel huh? That was something I could handle. At least it wasn't some spook.

"Sure!" I said, heading for the door. There was something else there though. I could feel the "eyes" of it around me. "Anything beats staying in this place."

I headed to where his voice was. I didn't really know much about the crew other than they were here before any of us got here. By us I meant the "tourist." He was handsome, but the older guy type handsome. Kind of like a father figure. I could handle that. I had never had one, so who knows what they are like.

"Which way?" I say, finally stepping up behind him. I patted his back, "Didn't mean to spook you there."

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Draining the canteen, I could feel life couring back into me. I listened as this angel spoke.
"My name is Natalie, captain Nat to most. You are?"
Well, OK then, maybe not an angel, but Captain?
I spoke, this time lubricated by the water, my voice didn't entirely desert me, but she had to lean close to catch the faint whisper of my words.
"You can't be the Captain, you're the wrong sex for a start. The Captain is Commodore Nathaniel Jellicoe, whose white-beared face and cruel squniting eyes I could never forget. It was his cruel commnad to have me nailed in this crate-cell. Even his own Ship's Purser had recommended that I just be confined to stowage, in the third class areas and report daily to his office. But no, that haughty tyrant wanted me out of sight and out of mind. Not just for being a stowaway, but because of his daughter. Oh, how I love her, crave to see her to be with her, to touch and smell her wonderful scent."

Do please excuse me Captain, I am running off words ten to the dozen, it feels so long since I've spoekn to another human being. Allow me to introduce myself: the honourable Viscount Stanholme, lately of Holme Park, at your service."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Captain Nat

"You talk funny. And I am most certainly a captain of the Skylark. Now.. Viscount huh? Fancy title to be stuck on a ghost ship. Come on, let's go up on deck and see if my First Mate has located the parts I need." I turned to walk off then stopped, "Do you need assistance? You look pretty worn out and dehydrated.."
I paused to see if he needed an arm?
"So what do I call you? the title.." I waved my hands in the air like it was malarky. "Blah blah, whats your first name?" I was begining to think this one had lost his mind, for he definately was rambling off some strange shit. Those clothes, his accent, the ship capatin's name? All of it was so far fetched and definately NOT possible.
Maybe some fresh air and showing this guy the main deck would jar his memory and show him he was having illusions or something?

 

[Xantham]

Eddie Kohl

As I broke off from the group, I noticed the group splitting up quite a bit. "I hope they don't all have the same idea as me. Though there's probably plenty of stuff on a ship this size for all of us."

I quickly made it to the upperclass berths, their sheer size giving them away. I tried the first one I came to. Locked! "Well, I don't think anyone would mind if I forced my way in." It took longer than I thought and louder too. Just as I got the door opened, I heard someone coming.

"Hey is someone there?" A girl's voice called out.

"Uh, yeah, it's Eddie."

The unnamed voice continued to call from the depths of the fog. "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to see what was in some of these cabins. If it's worth anything, we could be rich." I swung the newly de-locked door wide open and I gazed on the opulence within. "Shall we explore and exploit?" I turned, hoping to see whoever was in the fog but as I swung the door open the fog had swirled and parted showing no-one. "Shit, I hope whoever that was doesn't go running to the captain."

 

[Sweetp4u]

It's began

The wind whipped down the corridoors, rustling leaves and spiderwebs in the corners as it moved. Heading throughout the ship, looking for it's first victims. It fed on emotions, raging emotions. It would feed again soon as well. She hovered around doorframes, watching the tender youngsters move along with their strange objects in hand. Anger, lust, hatred, passion, all of it would feed her, make her stronger. She reached out and her hand passed through his body, the sun was still up dammit!
But soon, oh so very soon she would be able to caress him, tease him, make him one of them.
There were alot of 'them' on the ship, over the centuries she had aquired quite a collection. Only the best though, never did she let this ship trap those unworthy of it. And if there was one in this group as well, she would lure him or her on deck, shove the little bastard off!
She smiled, a sad smile, she wanted to touch him so much. The girl too, she was a beautiful creature, one of god's rarities.. If only.. She wouldn't dwell on it, it only insighted her temper and she would hurt people then. But if that curse was broken, they all would be free.
But did she want to leave this earthly grave of eternity? Not just yet. Maybe not ever. She heard other's in various places of the ship, talking, exploring. walking to their deaths once the sunset.

 

[The GrandMage]

Doug

He turned off the camera, and turned, closing the door. He set the video recorder on the bed, and dumped off the vest. The old SPD was useless, and, of course, moving wildly out of control. He left the equipment piled on the bed, and sneaked out of the door.

He grinned softly to himself, and began to search for the others.

 

[Guest]

Amanda Davis

Amanda kept walking inside the ship, forgetting about the reat of the crew or the fact that she was walking into a ghost ship...

" This is incredible, wonderfull. What a story! the mystery! How lucky to have taken the opportunity! ".

Angela made her way deep inside the ship... down into the engine rooms... She enters what appear top be the rooms that were occupied by the crew men... those who worked on the engines...

Suddenly she turns to find Billy, part of the crew of the boat that brought the group of students here...

" Hello Billy... Wha... ". Before she could finish Billt kneels in front of her, his hands reach for her breasts

"Ammanda, what do you wish of me. I'll do anything for you"

Amanda takes a step back... " Billy !! What are you doing!! ".

 

[Lady_Angel]

OOC: last post was mine... still dont know why this happens...

 

[phatcat]

Chris

At the stern, leaning on the railing, I realized I could be enjoying the current circumstances much more to my advantage. Having helped the captain with my knowledge of gulf stream currents on the way here, and predicting the weather, I could now leave the rest to the others, my job being done, conscience clear, and my skills not being required until we could continue our sail.

The observation lounge behind me turned out to have a fully stocked bar, and other amenities to my delight. Once inside, I made myself a drink, pulled a recliner and a short stand out onto the deck, and with drink in hand made myself comfortable. Delighting in utter relaxation, the thought that the others would shortly have the boat fixed and be looking for me did not even enter my mind. Instead, I took off my shirt, lay on my back, hands behind my head, knowing I'd get my tan, fog or no fog. I let my fisherman's hat slide down over my face and dissolved into a peaceful meditation for which the temperature and the foggy breeze were so perfect.

In such a state, I must have fallen into sleep....

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Stanholme

Everything seems to be stirring at once, life, emotion, confusion. This perosn who claims to be a captain. I mean really! A woman - apart form oddities like that Amy Johnson pilot,they don't do that sort of thing, yet she seems to have the ase of command, someone used to exercising authority - as I was till I was invalided out of my regiment. Mind you, have to acknowledge the stirling efforts of our girls doing all sorts of unwomanly jobs for the war effort.

But there is more to her, when she reached to help me up, and now helping memove, each time she touches me I feel life couring into me, as though my body is being re-charged. It's like I've been hibernating or something nd now life is being pumped back into me. But I must get up on deck, find out why the ship is so quiet. And Jellicoe, I'll confront that man, this may be his ship but I will not be treated like a common criminal.

"My dear, just call me Stanholme, or Stan for short if you prefer, that's what the chaps in the regiment called me."

You get a nose for it in the battlefield, like a premonition of something coming, I can't put my finger on it, but I sense somehing now.

 

[afternooner]

Billy

Billy what are you doing!!”

Looking up seeing Amanda, a look of shock in her eyes, brought Billy out of the spell he seemed to have been under. He blushed profusely as he tried to give her an explanation of his behavior. He rose to his feet and taking her hand into his to prove his sincerity looked again into her eyes .
"Look Amanda, something came over me. If you’ll give me a chance to explain ...."

Billy continued to look in her eyes and his hands moved on hers caressing them. He told himself that the motion was just to reassure her but he still felt his initial desire to worship this beautiful woman. He shook his head trying to shake the fog that was in his brain as well as the fog that surrounded them on this ship.

"I need some air Amanda, please help me to the main deck so I can get some air"
he fell against her, his knees weak his pulse racing.

Despite his weight against her Amanda guided him up to the main deck. The fog had not lifted but at least the air was fresher here. She set him down in a deck chair and sat beside him.

Billy opened his eyes and smiled relieved to see Amanda still with him.

“Hey Girl, he grinned. I think you just saved my life”. He lifted her hand and kissed it. “As I owe my life to you, I will forever be in your debt. Your wish is my command, my princess. He said these words in jest his face beaming mischievously but inside he still had the feelings he had before. There was something more he felt toward this woman than simply the fact that she had rescued him. Something much deeper. Billy shivered his mind taking him somewhere that he knew was awesome and beautiful but yet foreboding too .

He took a deep breath

“Amanda , you’re a reporter, so you listen well and think deeply about what people say. I have a story to tell. Would you listen, maybe that will help you understand my behavior down below near the engine room."

He looked in her eyes and squeezed her hand hoping that she would respond.

 

[The GrandMage]

Doug

He was glancing in rooms as he looked, grinning to himself. Definitely proof of the Bermuda Triangle, and maybe substantial enough,....His grinned broadened. He glanced around, and, seeing as he could find no one, he broke into a run towards the captain's room. That would be the best place to test it.

As he ran, a single thought raced through his mind. "A firm beleif in science is not a good defense against the occult. One must also be arrogant and without superstition."

 

[cgraven]

C.G. O'Connell

There more I looked at this proud beauty the more I felt the need to take her , use her, free all the dark longing, desires, I kept bottled up. All the fantasy men harbor but never act upon, the thought of her hands tied above her head, naked and at my mercy…..No C G Snap out of it man, I struggle back from the dark place my mind seemed to be drawn to.
There was a presence here something just beyond the edge of vision, lurking watching, and the kind of thing that sends shivers up your spine.

We made our way through the main saloon, forward and up to the bridge. My feet seemed to know the way, things looked familiar but weren’t. A strong feeling of des je vous. The bridge was no better, that eerie fog clinging to everything like a living entity. I went to the quartermaster’s desk the ship’s log was gone as well as the rough log..

Back to the Navigators chart room, the chart for the approaches to Miami was laid out, the dead reckoning course laid. I pointed to the Navigation kit catching Arie’s eye.

C. G. Connell 1st Officer M V Skylark’s 1944

“Damn Arie that ‘s spooky”

My eyes glazed over and thought of her naked and chained came drifting to my mind as my hands made tight little fists and then relaxed.