Okay, due to requests, I will write another chapter. )

It

The King of Red Lions turned his massive head again, his eyes boring into mine. I soon looked away, diconcerted as always by his ancient face.

"What do you think it is?" I asked softly, breaking the silence. I could barely hear myself over the waves and wind, but I knew that he had understood me.

"I do not know," the Kind of Red Lions replied simply. I knew there was no point in further conversation, so I focused on the boiling seas ahead. The sun had set now, leaving us illuminated only by the pale moon. Its eerie light glinted off the waters, sending strange flashes of luminosity dancing across the waves.

A feeling of unease suddenly descended on me. I felt like there was someone watching, although there was no other boat nearby. I was overcome with paranoia; suddenly the ocean seemed too deep, and I became afraid of the strange beings that could be hiding in its depths. Imaginary shadows darted under the water's surface, grabbing for the King of Red Lions and cavorting around me.

I took a deep breath, struggling to overcome my terrified delusions. With the ominous feeling of being stalked, I continued to sail. The King of Red Lions tossed his head impatiently, like a wild stallion. I knew he felt it too.

"Stop," the King of Red Lions commanded. I ripped down the sail as fast as I could without damaging it, and steadied the sides of the boat. I wanted to keep moving, to leave my invisible stalkers behind. I wanted to jump out and swim, hoping that they wouldn't drag me down. Instead, I froze, keeping my stance rigid.

"Do you feel it?" I asked him, although I knew the answer.

"Look," the King of Red Lions rumbled, gesturing with his great head. I looked.

A glow seemed to be forming under the water; a paranormal light welling from somewhere under the surface. No, I thought to myself frantically. I'm imagining it. It's just the moonlight.

The light grew slightly brighter, then began to emerge from under the water. I watched silently as the phantasm reared above us, taking no specific form. I knew it had seen me. I knew that I couldn't hide.

The apparition's shape began to shift, until I could make out a definite form. A ship. Blue balls of light swirled about the mast and decks as it began to sail, going somewhere and nowhere at the same time.

"Follow it," the King of Red Lions commanded.

"We can still escape," I said lamely, putting up the sail. The King of Red Lions didn't answer. Fumbling clumsily with the soaked guide ropes, I thought about setting our course.

I could go back to Greatfish Isle, give up, maybe wait another week and try again. I could huddle in one of the small, destroyed cabins and wait for morning. I would be safe.

"There are spirits on Greatfish Isle," the King of Red Lions said softly, as if reading my mind. "There are desolate souls among the rocks and broken houses. It is a haunted place. There are spirits everywhere."

I felt them now. They were dancing around me, shadows flitting through my vision. They were screaming and moaning silently, barely visible, but there.

I set our course to follow the ship.

Sorry I left you all at a cliff hanger. If anyone wants, I can put up a third and final chapter.