14737. Queen Mary is not haunted, and you cannot summon an Abyssal version of her by playing "Bloody Mary" onboard. Please stop spreading these rumors, you're only encouraging silly teens to sneak onboard and annoy her at night.

It was well after dark with the knock sounded on Liberty's door. The American F50 grumbled as she got out of bed and stumbled to the door, cracking it open. On the other side was Roo. The Australian had her green nightgown on and grinned when she saw her. "Ready to go ghost hunting mate?"

Liberty groaned. "Roo, it's 2-o-clock in the morning!" She complained.

"I know! It's the perfect time to go exploring. Come on!" Roo grinned.

Sighing, Liberty rubbed her eyes. "Fine. Let me grab my flashlight. And keep it down. Don't want our dad's to find out."

Roo nodded dutifully and waited for the American to join her in the hall. The two then set out to recruit the rest of the fleet. As expected Amokura was grouchy about being woken up at 2am and Gerard was a nightmare to get out of bed. But they all managed. Ludwig was the most interesting, the German F50 still having his headphones in as he slept to classical music. Liberty had to yank them out before he responded.

The 10 strong fleet started at the bow where the supposed residual effects of the Curacoa disaster were felt the strongest. Elias was in charge of the sensitive electronics that monitored EMP readings which ghosts were said to give off.

Roo cleared her throat. "To any spirits present and listening to us. We are sincerely sorry for your tragic deaths and only ask that you give us a sign you are here. So that we may assist you in finding peace."

Seconds passed with nothing. No sound, not even a chill. It was quiet. Liberty was about to roll her eyes and say that she was right, there were no such thing as ghosts when a clang sounded somewhere nearby.

The American and Australian strained to see in the pitch black. "Ludwig, Hikaru was that you?" Roo asked the two catamarans in the back.

"Nein."

"All is good here!"

"Elias?" Liberty turned to the Swedish boat. Holgar was standing next to him.

Both males looked very pale. "The readings are off the scale here. Battery is being drained out!" Elias called back.

Another clang and this time closer. Vicky, Ludwig and Hikari all shuddered as a chill passed over them. The rest of the fleet had the same experience.

"Maybe we should get out of here?" It was Amokura who broached the subject first.

Roo, in the spirit of good old fashioned Aussie-Kiwi rivalry could not resist teasing her. "What? Are you scared Amokura?"

Amokura blushed, her Kiwi temper flaring. "I am NOT!" She snapped.

"Ahhh Dios! Something grabbed my leg!" Vicky yelped, jumping about a foot in the air to evade whatever it was.

"Okay, that's it! I'm calling it." Roo snapped. "Everyone evacuate!"

The F50s had no problem obeying that order. In fact, they got out of there faster than they traveled over the racecourse that day.

None of them stopped running until they returned to A-deck. "Will someone please explain what the fuck was that?!" Liberty gasped.

The others were still catching their breath and couldn't answer right away although Roo found the spare wind to answer. "Well obviously it was a ghost!"
She snapped.

"Ghosts aren't real!" Liberty growled.

"Then how do you explain what just happened?!" Roo asked.

"I don't know what that was but it was not a ghost!" Liberty growled.

"You're in denial!" Roo shouted.

"I am not! I'm just skeptical." Liberty retorted.

"Girls!" They all turned to see Mary coming up to them. "My goodness it's late. What are you all doing up?"

"Ghost hunting?" Roo tried.

Mary sighed. "You're wasting your time. Now come back to bed. I'll get you some warm milk and honey, hmm?" She wrapped an arm around Roo who struggled against her futility. Liberty, snickering, followed the liner as she herded the F50s back to their rooms.

Roo was an unwilling customer. "Noo! Let me go, I'm not a baby!"

Liberty just about doubled over laughing as she pulled out her phone and began filming. "Just wait until CJ sees this!" She giggled.

Roo was not amused. She glared at the American. "If you put this on Shipbook, I swear on Neptune's dags, I'm gonna clobber your Seppo a—bmmmpff!" The last part was because Queen Mary put a hand over her mouth.

"Young ladies should not use such language. Especially not in yacht clubs. Heavens, what would your skipper think?" The liner wondered. She rolled her eyes in resignation as all the F50s busted up laughing!