Mysteries Of The Ghostly Archipelago

Chapter 100: The Ghostly Guide

The ghost ship’s image lingered in my mind as we approached it, our own boat dwarfed by its haunting presence. The spectral vessel loomed like a relic from a bygone era, its once-proud masts now twisted and broken, sails tattered and fluttering in an unfelt wind. Despite the eerie calm, a strange pull urged us to board it, as if it was inviting us to uncover its secrets.

We climbed aboard cautiously, each step echoing in the unnaturally silent air. The deck was covered in a thin layer of dust and salt, with ropes and rigging lying abandoned as though the crew had vanished mid-task. The ship felt frozen in time, suspended between worlds.

"Stay together," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath in the stillness. "There’s something here. I can feel it."

As we ventured deeper into the ship, the eerie quiet was broken only by the creak of the wooden planks beneath our feet. We passed through narrow passageways and climbed splintered ladders, our senses on high alert. Shadows flicke