By the grace of the Gods, it seemed as if the universe wanted Galt to get the shit end of whatever stick was beating him that current day. He would feel far better once he could set foot on land and do some solid thieving again. Perhaps he would live long enough if they survived the ghosts and the forsaken waters they were now entering. Galt clutched the balustrade of the ship shakily, eyes locking on the distant sails. 

The ships, if they could be called something so simple, were closer now. Even as the pirates ran, screamed, hauled lines, Galt watched the ships like a hunting cat, or more appropriately a deer fearing for its life. Even the churning of the sea beneath him and his twisted stomach was lost to his fear and rapt fascination of their ghastly pursuers. 

Galt had a sudden realization; an appreciation of the sea. Man was not meant to travel across it. We try to convert it to our purposes, and in some mad way we are successful, but at the end of the day it is an alien place with a strange purpose, one that did not care if whole cities were swallowed up beneath its bulk. As lightning wreathed the sky, he heard a crack like a whip, and yet once the bolt had dissipated, he still heard the dreadful sound. It suddenly dawned on him that it came from behind him, and he pulled his eyes away from the roiling horizon to see Jesse hanging from ratlines and cackling into the storm like a sea banshee. 

"I think that's enough pirate for one day," He said to himself sardonically. He began his descent down the aft castle, only to slip after a burly pirate shoved him out of the way. Galt spun in the rain, keeping himself from the edge of the ship, but the wild flailing could only do so much for him, and he must have struck his head, for the next he knew, he now lay under the stairs, soaked to the bone. Yet the clouds were glowing with the dim light of dawn, and all was far quieter. 

He blinked, grabbing at his head. Galt wanted to cough, but he kept himself quiet. Some roguish instinct kept him silent. Cautiously, he crawled forward, to just under the steps, to see if any of the crew were about, or if ghosts would be walking deck, having slain everyone else on board. 

Jesse's face suddenly popped between two of steps, eyes wide. "Boo!" Galt cursed, hitting his head again, though luckily this time it was cushioned by his thick head of hair. Jesse grinned wickedly. "Still among the land of the living?" She asked. 

"Apparently. And the ghosts?"