Ghosts in the mist
Chapter 4: Storm Brewing
Location: The deck
Timeline: Day 1
Brem paced back and forth along the deck of the Steamhawke, a cold sweat beading its way down his neck. He looked worried about something but when members of the crew tried to talk to him, he didn't see them and just kept pacing. After a few attempts they left him alone. Those who got close to him could hear he was mumbling something unintelligible to them.
He stopped and put both hands onto the rail and stared out into the fog. Out in the swirls of white he thought he could see movement of sorts, but when he tried to focus on it, it disappeared. A shape formed and moved towards the ship. A hooded figure with a curved blade sped towards Brem, he backed slightly but it came on faster.
As it reached the rail Brem fell backwards with a yelp and the figure disappeared into the itself, the slightest breeze washing over those who were stood about.
"What in the blazes was that?" asked Brem as he pulled himself to his feet.
"Better start believing in ghost stories, mister de Berg" uttered old man McGinty as he stepped out of the shadows, revealing his skeletal frame. "You're in one!"
"What're you talking about, you old fool?" asked Brem, the eyebrow above his patch-covered eye arching quizically. Chops McGinty was looking at him very strangely. The old man still had splinters of wood stuck to his back, and continued to pick at the remaining shards as he spoke. "Dom't you know the legemds of Blue Barry? That every man he killed follows im his wake, looking for revemge?" His eyes were now as wide as saucers, his pupils like pin-pricks, and he was reaching his withered fingers towards Brem's face.
"Keep those skeletal fingers away from me" Brem said as he took a step back. "Next you'll be saying that you were almost killed by him yourself and this is your revenge." McGinty shuffled forward, his arm still stretched out.
From somewhere the sound on the air seemed to change, a soft pipe started, quietly at first but gradually getting louder. Brem took his eyes off McGinty for a moment to look for the source of the sound when he found himself on his back with a weight on his chest. McGinty, who's face was mere inches from Brem said "Those he killed follow in his wake, his cursed treasure will take those who find it."
"Get off me old man!" demanded Brem in a not to bossy tone. "You hears them dom't you? The distress horns of long dead ships..." The younger man was getting tired of McGinty's antics by now, and tried to push him off. But the fog was doing something to McGinty, something that was increasing his strength five-fold. This still wasn't a match for Brem who managed to wrestle the old man off of him and wriggle to safety.
"Stay away from me, McGinty, or you'll get what's coming to you. You hear me?" whimpered Brem as he backed away.
"Dom't forget the engines need a fixin'!" McGinty called after him.