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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Aug 10, 2007 23:39:19 GMT -5
"Ow!" *Scully swore as Mulder knocked her flat onto the deck of the ship, knocking the wind out of her. She saw stars for a second and could have sworn her tailbone was now sticking into her kidney.*
"Next time you want to cop a feel, give me a choice between taking it like a man or giving me a concussion," *she wheezed as soon as she got her breath back.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Aug 11, 2007 10:34:13 GMT -5
*Mulder smiled sheepishly, chagrined. Why did she always see right through him? Wasn't he all mysterious and stuff?*
"Sorry," *he mumbled.* "Don't have my sea-legs yet."
*Though of course the lake was absolutely still, as far as he could see.*
"So... what do you think's going on here?"
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Aug 11, 2007 11:34:49 GMT -5
"...maybe it's propped up from below, somehow...or...I didn't see a winch to raise it on chains. Like, in dry-dock, almost."
*She shone her flashlight on the water. It didn't look deep enough to dive from here to check underneath and even so, she wasn't going swimming in there.*
"Maybe we should come back with some wetsuits and oxygen tanks if we're going to have a look."
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Post by Fox Mulder on Aug 13, 2007 10:36:35 GMT -5
"But it's rocking," *he said.* "I mean, it feels like it's floating free."
*He shone his light around, taking in the tattered sails, the barnacles.*
"Scully... you ever heard of the Flying Dutchman?"
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Aug 13, 2007 10:38:29 GMT -5
*Scully thought for a moment.*
"Was he the dealer who used to wander around campus trying to sell students pot and the secrets to life, love, and the perfect crab bake?"
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Post by Fox Mulder on Aug 13, 2007 12:50:30 GMT -5
"Yes," *Mulder said decisively, filing way that information for future use,* "but that's not the one I'm talking about. Geez, Scully, thought your dad was a sailor. The Flying Dutchman? Wagner? Pirates of the Caribbean? Doomed to sail forever, yadda yadda yadda?"
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Aug 14, 2007 10:00:52 GMT -5
"I doubt the Navy includes Nautical Mythology and Disneyland Rides 101 as part of their training," *she remarked.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Aug 14, 2007 12:24:12 GMT -5
"I guess I thought he told you horrible tales of the sea as bedtime stories or something. Actually, your lack of exposure to folklore explains a lot. Anyway, it was a legendary ghost ship doomed to sail the seas forever, luring other ships in and dooming them as well. There are varying stories about how they died or who the captain is, but reports range from all the way back in 1795."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Aug 14, 2007 12:38:12 GMT -5
"And you think this is it?" *her cynical tone covered for the hot blush creeping up her neck as usually it did when Mulder started getting all academic.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Aug 14, 2007 12:58:33 GMT -5
*He shrugged, but his voice had caught that urgent edge to it that made his monotone nearly musical.*
"I think it's a distinct possibility," *he insisted.* "It would explain how this ship is still afloat, when it shouldn't be. And how it appeared here; I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure even French sewers aren't big enough for ships. Think of the rats!"
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Aug 14, 2007 13:02:09 GMT -5
"So...this is the ship of the damned?" *Scully cast a glance at the rotting timbers and silent deck, clearly less than impressed.*
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Post by Fox Mulder on Aug 14, 2007 14:38:52 GMT -5
"Are you expecting it to be nicer or worse?" *he asked.* "Because I don't think 'the damned' have some pimped-out ride." *He thought about it.* "Not this kind of damned, anyway."
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Aug 14, 2007 14:46:06 GMT -5
"I would have expected something significantly more evil than an empty, rotten ship and the smell of dead fish."
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Post by Fox Mulder on Aug 14, 2007 17:13:10 GMT -5
"Maybe the crew's... on shore leave," *he suggested.*
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Post by Herr Drosselmeyer on Aug 14, 2007 17:29:48 GMT -5
"So what are we going to do here, then?"
((PAGING DAVY JONES!))
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