Clad in heavy parkas, The Campbell family climbed a hydraulic deck crane up to Fortuna. They jumped onto the boat and illuminated the deck with their flashlights.

All remnants of paint had rusted over; making the vessel even more eerie than it was before. They moved along with caution. Despite the strange feeling the boat gave off, everything was in order. There was no apparent damage. Even the walls were rusted. They came to a flight of stairs. As they climbed the stairs, Rodney mused,

"This boat is old- maybe sixty years. She's been out of service for at least twenty."

The stairs unfolded into a wider passageway. Their lights revealed sinks, counters, and racks of old kitchen equipment. They moved through the galley onto a smaller hall.

"How the hell did she get out here?" RJ asked.

Rodney was on the verge of answering his son when he pulled the group to a stop at the top of the stairway. They were looking over an immense ballroom. Their light was barely enough to see the ornate nature of the sweeping ballroom. Everything was still in place. Tables and chairs covered with fine linen surrounded the large dance floor and orchestra well. Above the dance floor was a magnificent crystal chandelier that danced under the flash of their lights.

"It's a goddamn passenger ship," He muttered.

"There isn't anyone here," Josh stated flatly.

"No shit, Sherlock," Lola snickered.

"I mean," Josh sneered. "What is a seven hundred foot passenger liner doing out here? It just drifted here and nobody bumped into it until right now?"

"Whatever the reason, she's abandoned," RJ said tersely.

"Yes," Rodney thought, his eyes lighting up. "She is abandoned, isn't she? All alone on these International Waters…"

"Father…" Aaron softly trailed off. "You aren't thinking that we should… steal?"

Rodney gave his youngest son a hard stare, "Who knows what is on this ship, Aaron! Maybe millions of dollars. I could retire. You could retire. RJ could marry that dame he's dating and Josh could find himself a girl. Hell, even you! And Lola, do you want to put her through the rest of the season? You've seen what she's done so far."

"Hey!" Lola twisted her face into an angry expression.

Aaron knew his father would play dirty, but he didn't think he'd bring Lola into it.

"Fine," Aaron gritted.

"Let's keep going, then," Rodney grinned with triumph.

They trekked along through the halls, stopping first at the captain's office. Everything was perfectly preserved under a layer of dust.

What such luck, Rodney thought to himself. They were meant to find this boat. Whatever riches inside were theirs.

While her father and brothers ransacked the office, Lola flashed her light on the dirty wall. There were several framed photos. She steadied her light on a uniformed man. He was gaunt and stern-looking with dark eyes.

"He looks like an asshole," Aaron said, coming up next to her.

She briefly looked at her brother before turning back to the man, "I don't know. He has some old world charm. I think he is kind of handsome."

"Hey!" Rodney said, snapping his fingers at his youngest children. "We've decided to go back to Saga for the night. We can get a full eight hours of sleep for once."

"Are you sure you don't want to just… go back to crab fishing?" Lola asked with a hopeful face. She didn't feel right about going through the old vessel.

"Are you kidding?" Josh laughed. He held up a red stone that glistened under his light. "Do you know what this is? A ruby! A huge ass ruby! It is worth like, five grand. That is a night's work."

"And that isn't all we found," RJ added. "There are more jewels."

Josh sauntered over and held the sparkling ruby to one of Lola's ears, "Who knows, we might be able to keep this for you. A new set of earrings that will find you a boyfriend."

Lola swatted her brother's hand away, "I don't like earrings."

"Enough!" Rodney snapped. "We're going back to Saga. When we wake up tomorrow, we'll come back to the ship. It'll be lighter, so we can afford to split up."

The hallways were a maze. Lola was amazed her father remembered the path to get back to the deck. The night was fully settled, making the trip down the hydraulic crane even more dangerous than the trip up. Even with Aaron below her sending encouraging words, she found it difficult to slide down. She was almost at the bottom of the crane; she looked up into the darkness. A pale face stared back at her. It shocked her so much that she fell backwards into Aaron.

"Careful!" Aaron gasped.

He steadied his sister down on the Saga.

"Did you see that!" She exclaimed, frantically pointing her light up at the deck. Aaron followed the beam, but there was nothing there.

"What are you talking about?" Aaron questioned.

"There was a person!" She jumped. "I swear, someone was there."

"It was probably the light from the moon or something. Come on, Lo. You need to sit down."

Lola knew what she had seen. It wasn't a misty representation dancing in the night sky. It was a person. A boy- a teenager- with milky white skin and a mop of blond hair. He was staring at her with dead eyes and a wicked smile. It was real. She knew it.

But she let Aaron pull her into the salon. RJ and Josh were laughing hysterically as they spun the gems in their hands. Lola was disgusted. She slid into the booth behind the table and peeked at her father, who was flipping through documents.

"What are you looking at?"

Aaron sat next to her. He passed her a cup of coffee.

"Some charts. A crew manifest."

"Coffee, Dad?" Aaron offered Rodney an old, yellow mug.

Rodney grabbed the cup and took a long sip, "From what I can tell, Fortuna's last voyage was in 1962."

"I wonder where she's been since then…" Lola thought out loud.

"Who cares!" Josh exclaimed.

"I just think it is kind of creepy," Lola shrugged.

Josh set his hands on the table, obviously frustrated with his sister. "All I know, Lola, is that nobody is looking for this boat. Nobody misses the precious- oh Jesus, the precious things- that were with the boat."

Lola retired shortly after the conversation. Her eldest two brothers and father, however, decided to crack into the locked liquor stash. However, she couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the coffee. Or maybe it was that face. He was there. She tried to make herself think it was a figment of her imagination, but there was no way that was true.

After a few hours, she slipped out of her bunk. It wasn't an easy fall, but everyone was out cold.

"What are you doing?"

Everyone was out cold except for Aaron.

"I think I'm going to venture onto Fortuna."

"No! No! No!" Aaron groggily protested.

Lola smiled at her brother, "I'll take a radio. I'm a big girl, Aaron."

She didn't expect him to agree. He fell back down into the bed and let out a long sigh.

"Fine. Keep your radio on."

Lola bolted from the bunks before he had a chance to change his mind. In the salon, she sat a small bag on the table. She tossed in a granola bar, a flash light, and a knife- just in case.