Ghost Stories - The Fog

So thick, you could cut it with a knife...

The ship was so close now that the small craft was rocking to and fro.  Mary Ann was frightened and she felt Adam jerk her to him.

He whispered into her ear faintly, and she could hardly make his voice out as the ship was quickly treading water, the noise deafening.  He told her, "You must not let go of me, Mary Ann. No matter what, don't let go."

They looked up and the ship was so close that they were engulfed in almost total darkness, all but a small shadow of light to the starboard side of the boat.

Then suddenly, something was moving the boat, swiftly, agilely away from harm's way.  An undercurrent? The boat rocked wildly as it ripped through the sea and Mary Ann had clutched Adam so tightly that she was certain that her hands were wet with blood rather than sweat.

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