"What you talking about Lina? I always said there were Ghosts." Chester spoke calmly, looking at the looming black hands that spurred from the side of the wall. "... That's just not true, Cap'n." Kuhn said.

"You listen here, Cowboy. There's freaking ghosts, and Lina overhere wasn't just making it up. You should've trusted her, even if she's kind of silly sometimes."
Chester responded, as he finally registered that she was there - in their sleeping quarters. "Lina, what the hell are you doing in the [i]mens[/i] quarters, by the way?" Kuhn glanced over at her, frankly pretty relaxed over the whole scenario, as he peered over his hat again. "Whatever.."

Then it happened.

One of the hands touched the side of Chester's nightstand and sent the bottle of grog hitting the deck, the glass shattered everywhere - the sweet, sweet liquid gold inside spilling everywhere, and Chester's eyes going blank.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA KILL THIS DAMN GHOST!" Chester shouted as he began punching at the hands as they emerged trying to grab him, a fit of rage sent many planks flying as Chester tore into the wall of the ship, where the hands were coming from. 

"leeeeeaaaveeee" The voice sang.

Kuhn laid still in his hammock, a deep sigh. "Too fuckin' early for dis bullshit.." He mumbled.