When Gosling relieved Soltz on watch, Soltz was looking funny.. . dreamy. There was an odd haze in his eyes, a faraway look like maybe he was not there at all, just lost in distant places and unseen horizons that Gosling himself could never reach.
“You okay, Soltz?”
Soltz seemed to realize for the first time that he was not alone. He looked at Gosling, blinked, and focused his eyes behind those heavy glasses. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Just fine.”
“What were you looking at out there?”
But he just shook his head. “You see funny things in the fog, don’t you?”
“What sort of funny things?”
Soltz thought it over. Something pulsed at his throat and his eyes went shiny and distant again. “Things that aren’t there. Those things I saw… they couldn’t really be there, could they?”
“What did you see?”
Soltz shook his head again. He opened his mouth, then shut it. He looked off into the fog and Gosling did, too. It did not look any different. Swirling and thick, sparkling and yellow-white like a drive-in movie screen.
“I saw a ship out there,” Soltz said. “I know I didn’t really see it, maybe just with my mind… but it was so real.”
“Tell me about it.”
Soltz narrowed his eyes, seeing it again now. “Well… it was an odd ship, a big ship. But not a modern ship at all. One of those old ones like maybe a barque, a pirate ship… yes, that’s what it was, a pirate ship. It had high masts… except they were ragged and full of holes, gray and sagging. I heard it out in the fog, creaking and groaning, wind whistling through the torn canvas… then it came out and I saw it. It had a funny glow to it, you know? There were men along the railing and they were ragged, too. Dead men. .. ghosts… skeletons. They looked like skeletons… isn’t that odd? Like skeletons.”
Gosling sighed, did not like it. “A ghost ship? Is that what you saw?”
“Yes… I think so. It just went past us and faded into the mist.” He squinted his eyes and cocked his head. “It went past us and there was a woman aboard… a woman. She waved to me. And you know what, Gosling?”
“What?”
“She didn’t have any eyes.”
Gosling felt a chill lay over his skin now. The idea of what Soltz had seen was scaring him, yet Soltz seemed fine with the idea. And that was probably the worst part. Like maybe his mind was going now, was coming apart to the point that he did not recognize fear and danger.
“Go lay down, Soltz, you need a rest.”
Soltz nodded. “What… no, it’s my imagination again. I thought I heard it out there, creaking and groaning, the sound of feet on its decks, pacing and pacing.”
“Go lay down,” Gosling told him.
“I didn’t really see it, did I?”
Gosling told him that he hadn’t, but deep down he honestly had to wonder. Wonder what might next come drifting out of the mist and if it was a ghost ship, would it keep ghosting by… or would it decide to stop?