Rule 2003. Do not bring an Ouija board near USS New York nor say something about witnessing.
"Ah buh buh buh!" Intrepid snapped, blocking the pier with her body. "You are not taking that thing near New York!"
"But why?" Bagley, carrying an ouija board, whined.
"Because speaking as someone who was a New Yorker for a couple decades, they really don't appreciate disturbing anything related to that day." The fleet carrier grimaced. "You were all asleep, so you don't understand, but... think Pearl Harbor, without the righteous vengeance afterwards."
That shut the destroyers up, all of them looking somber. Finally, Blue broke from Helm and Mugford, putting a hand on her eldest sister's shoulder. "We should go," she said kindly.
"'Kay..."
Intrepid sighed as the destroyers walked away, a dark cloud hanging over them. She felt bad about dampening her enthusiasm like that, but an ouija board? She glanced back at the LPD tied to the pier, and shuddered. No, that was a bad idea. New York was probably even more haunted than-
The carrier's eyes widened as a terrible thought occurred to her. Grabbing her cell phone, she quickly dialed a number and put it up to her ear. "C'mon, Hornet, pick up..." she pleaded.
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Several blocks away, Hornet wasn't paying attention to her ringing phone. Something was... calling her. And not the phone. Standing, in something of a daze, she exited her room and wandered down the corridor. As she walked, voices began to drift towards her, childish, excited voices.
Finally, she came to a stop, the haze cleared, and she beheld Bagley, Blue, Helm, and Mugford, squabbling over an ouija board.
"No, no, it goes this way!" Helm insisted. "I can feel it!"
"No, it's this way!" Bagley cried, tugging her hand.
Hornet eyed the paper that the destroyers had written prior results on. "I AM CO", it said. Grinning at the clamoring voices that suddenly piped up at the sight, Hornet carefully squatted and interjected her finger, pointing to M. "Right, there, I think."
Naturally, the marker shifted to M, Mugford and Blue looking smug. "And you were both wrong," the former stated smugly, before glancing her way. "Thanks for the hel-" And then she froze upon meeting the smiling face of Hornet.
"Hi, girls," she said sweetly.
"Uh, h-hi, Hornet," Mugford stammered, her sisters noticing and paling themselves. "W-What are you-"
"You called me, and I'm here," the carrier replied. Suddenly, black ghosts sprang to life behind here. "Same for these guys. In fact, they wanted to tell you exactly how much they appreciate being called from their rest."
"W-We're sorry!" Bagley squeaked.
"Tell that to them."
The ghosts descended, the destroyers screamed, and then... blessed silence.
"Ah, that's better," Hornet sighed as she stood. A thought came to her, and she grimaced. "Gonna need to replenish my chocolate stores after this..."