© Johannes Evans 2019

Only when it was stormy would she appear. On bright days with clear skies, she was nowhere to be found nor seen, even when wind whipped over the ocean surface, ’til it was a roiling mess of white. But when the clouds grew dark and the sky went grey, she appeared as if she’d risen from the water.

No man alive or dead had ever seen crew upon her decks, or at least, no crew of human breeding. Any ghosts had been grey and…