A ghost stepped forward on his transparent legs, an orc man it seemed. His face was stern and grim, anything but amused. He materialized, now detectable by the boogeyman, for when a ghost chooses to become physical, he is bound by the physical laws of the world. He tensed up an arm, winding up, as if he were to strike the boogeyman in the face with a massive orc fist. But he held it, sighing. 

[color=82ca9d][i][b]"It doesn't matter does it? What can the dead do but terrorize and bother the living?"[/b][/i][/color]

He dematerialized in his gloomy manner, as a human woman ghost stepped forward, [color=a187be][i][b]"Don't mind him, his wife didn't become a ghost when we all died. We're not sure why some of the crew became ghosts and why some didn't. We've been adrift for so many seasons now. You don't fear us? The other two cities we drifted near were sent screaming, and eventually towed us back out to sea."[/b][/i][/color] 

She stepped forward, passing through the boogeyman, an invasive chill permeating his body, as she looked out over the town. [color=a187be][i][b]"This isn't our original port either. Where are we? I don't know these stars. The stars haven't looked the same for a while now."[/b][/i][/color]

She turned to face the jester, materializing, a hand reaching out to touch his face. It felt solid, gentle, caressing his masked cheek, before slipping through the mask to touch his flesh. [color=a187be][i][b]"I don't know what you are, but thank you for at least approaching us. Our people are split, the captain and first mate have been arguing for so long now."[/b][/i][/color]

She smiled sadly, [color=a187be][i][b]"My name is Baileia, I was our navigator."[/b][/i][/color]