-Morning-
3rd person P.O.V
The Discovery sailed on the calm sea. Hiccup Haddock, the captain, was stood on the crow's nest, hanging on the main mast right on the center of the ship.
His right eye was sticked to his monocular, searching for any land he could land on. It had been 2 weeks of sailing. His supplies were becoming lesser and lesser. His golds that he just received from the man called Hans Westegard were literally useless. But he kept it, of course.
There's nothing new about the woman's shriek as well. But that shriek was still flying inside Hiccup's head. He couldn't get it off with sleeps, foods, books, anything that he had onboard. And Hans' warning about the Caribbean also made him nervous. These two were bugging him everyday. But he insisted to keep moving on.
Hiccup sat inside the crow's nest, his belly growled. He sighed down and stood up again. He put on his monocular on his right eye, and did another 360 degrees scan.
There he saw, a ship far to his right.
He gasped in both fear and excitement, a weird combination that he'd always get whenever he saw a ship while sailing. The ship looked black, and didn't seem to be moving. Hiccup climbed down the nets and landed on the deck's floor.
"Crews! We've got a ship on far right! Set as normal procedure and set steering to the right!" he commanded, pointing at the ship.
The crew set off to work, and like usual, Eret son of Eret took on the steering. Meanwhile, Hiccup sticked to the right wing deck, examining the ship with his monocular.
Several minutes passed, the crew was already on the weaponry inside the hold, leaving Hiccup and Eret on the deck above.
Hiccup's P.O.V
I took off the monocular from my eye, and whistled to call my parrot, Toothless.
"You go there, and see the ship from above, okay?" I said, Toothless nodded down and flew away to the ship. I had been doing this for several times, using Toothless to scan up the incoming ship. I looked at the ship again with my monocular.
Weirdly, I saw no one on the deck, nor even at the crow's nest. Not even a single activity, just Toothless flying towards the ship and nothing else. The ship was now around 500 feets away from my ship. I looked back again to the ship, without my monocular, and noticed that ship's sails were torn down, as if someone torn it. The woods on the ships looked very old, they looked black.
It's like a ghost ship.
Toothless flew back to me and landed on my arm,
"Nothing! Nothing! No one!" it said, flapping its wings several times.
I commanded the crew to go back to the main deck, so they did. I commanded them to connect the ship with ropes and hooks, to make sure that the ship wouldn't seperate while we're examining the ship closely.
As the ship touched ours, we threw hooks with ropes to connect them. we jumped on the ship, and wow, it smelled terrible.
The crew examined for the inside of the ship, I told them to find for any lives and grab up everything that'd be useful for us.
The sails were torn off, like I saw. They looked like they had been torn off by... claws? Whatever it was, it must be something sharp. As I took a step, I accidentally stepped on a liquid. I looked down, and it was blood. I jerked off and cleaned my shoe by rubbing it to the deck floor.
My eyes caught something familiar, a door that led to the captain's room. I entered it, and the interior was like my own room.
"I'm guessing the captain is an explorer, huh?" I said to myself.
I inspected everything I could inside the room. Books, maps, floors, desk, documents. My guess was right, they were explorers. I felt bad for them, ther journey was ended here, whatever the hell that caused it. Probably pirates caused it. I actually found some precious inside the room, but I didn't have the heart to 'steal' them. I already took the supplies from this ship, and it was more than enough.
I accidentally hit the shelf with my foot, and a book dropped from it.
It said "diary".
Diary? Captains usually wrote down his history in a book, which was called journal. But diary? The captain must be girly, then.
I picked it up and turned to the last written page.
"14th December, 1664."
"Dear diary, I'm still on my way to the Caribbean. I'm still excited about this trip, but yet kinda bored. We've been sailing for weeks and spotted no lands. And I still remembered what people said about the Caribbean back in London before I departed off. Pirates! Sea monsters! Storms! All of these are just tons of bullshit."
I sighed down in relieve, no pirates or anything dangerous, according to this diary. I continued my reading.
"But what I'm kinda terrified of, is about the sea nightmares. A storm will pass you but will consume you in a more vicious way by releasing its nightmares. The nightmares will climb onboard your ship and drag you one by one... Is this true? I'm actually kinda scared about it, so is Anna. But nothing will stand against my way, in the spirit of exploring!
That's all for now diary, Elizabeth "Elsa" Queen out!"
A female captain? Wow.
I turned to the next page, but it was only a blank page. I sighed down and saved it inside my pocket. Maybe I could learn something from it.
I stepped out of the room, and looked at the crew taking out barrels of wine. Nice. Eret son of Eret walked down towards me.
"Captain. We've found no one inside. But it was bloody inside, like literally bloody. But we found some wines and some foods!" I gasped when Eret said "Literally bloody".
"Okay. Pirates must have attacked this ship, then. This was just a ship full of explorers, like us..." I said.
"Oh. Okay Capt. I'll go back to work."
With that, I left to the poop deck/upper deck, where the steering was. I walked up the stairs and nothing odd caught my eyes. Just the steering and some carved woods. But something caught my attention, a crate with a lock on it.
This was time to use my special lock-picking technique. I picked up a lock-pick from my pocket, which apparantly was just a woman's hairpin. Womans mark their territory by putting this on their area, that's what mens said. I put it in, along with a small screwdriver, and tried to find the correct position to put it in.
I tried several times, and finally found the correct position. I turned it into the left, and boom, job done.
I opened the crate, and it revealed a scroll of a map. A very thick one.
"This map... must belong to the captain. What was it, Captain Elsa?..." I mumbled to myself, but I decided to just examine it on my ship.
I walked off the upper deck, and commanded the crew to unattach the hooks. We had collected what we could, thanks to this abandoned ship.
We all jumped back to our ship, and released the hooks from the ship.
The crew set sails again, leaving the ghost ship floating on the sea alone.
