The Pirate Ship

The Ghost Ship appeared out of the mist. As I, a simple person of the Twentieth Century was lucky enough to be on a cruise.

I had heard tales of modern ships, sailing through this area and seeing pirates on this Ghost Ship.

Some say it's a warning of rocks ahead, where the pirate ship foundered.

I know they are there because we have fantastic instruments and charts.

Even in the Ghost Ship's days..... There were charts which were drawn by sailors who were skilled and took time to map each feature of the coasts they sailed along.

And Ghost Ship? It was a Pirate Vessel, I hear tell.

The Greedy Captain was hurrying along, with thoughts of gleaming gold in his mind. And more precious things to add to that storeroom in his home.

A storm blew up suddenly. Though the sailors tried, to put their skills in gear... It was no good

The Storm God had seen the evil things the pirates had done. He had witnessed the pillage and murder and rape, which Pirate Captain condoned!

Storm God laughed! He sat back, and he laughed as lightning bolts he threw! And wind, he blew!

Waves he caused to crash on rocks. Pirate ship he drew with ever more speed and fear in the hearts of those men!

They had no chance to sail out the other side.

The ship did founder, and all the Pirates died.

When they reached the gates of Heaven. They begged to be allowed in. Peter and Paul just looked at them.

And made them wait in the greatest fashion which hospitals do.

"The Doctor will see you soon. And maybe God will too!"

Peter and Paul related the status of Pirating Days. Of the Captain and his horrible crew.

There was not even one of them who had a credit to his name!

So God, Himself did come to the Gate! A thing he doesn't often do.

To look then in the eye as He pronounced sentence.

"I'm sorry chaps. You had to die!

Each one of you had a choice and chance to do good things while you lived.

Instead, you chose the gleam of gold and a leader, spawned in Hell,

Now it comes to judgement. Your sentence, you shall serve well.

I sentence you to stay aboard that ship and live in ghostly ways. Sailing peacefully, on most glorious days.

But when a storm is brewing, and a ship is sailing near...

I sentence you to come as a warning. Clearly out of the mist to appear.

So modern cruisers may sail, In the area around Hell's Cave, and wonder...

"Why is it called so?"

It's because of storms, and Pirates. You know.