Where Time Disappears

“R.. Really, is it a ghost ship?”

A commotion broke out across the deck.

Everyone was shaken by the words “ghost ship.”

But the conclusion was reached quickly.

The appearance of the approaching ship was the problem.

Torn sails.

An old, warped hull.

A chilliness devoid of any sign of people.

Wasn't it far too strange to be an ordinary ship?

“I think so. It's too old for a pirate ship. There's.. nothing on deck.”...