The Ghost of the Schooner

The sails of the vessel I had seen off to the southwest had grown larger and flainer. They were of the same schooner rig as the ghost. She was a pretty sight, leaping and flying toward us and evidently bound to pass at close range. The captain turned away from me and cried out, Cookie, oh Cookie! Thomas Mugridge fled swiftly aft and disappeared down another companion way near the wheel. A moment later he emerged, a heavy-set young fellow of eighteen or nineteen with a glowering villainous countenance trailing at his heel. But Will Forsen ignored that where they turned it at once to the cabin boy. What's your name boy? George Leach

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