Kreia: Something is wrong... I sense no one on board.
You sense no one on board?
Sense any assassin droids
creeping up behind like last time?
Everyone here has been slain, yet there are few signs of battle, no carbon scoring, no blaster fire. This place has been hit by assassins of a different sort
The wind suddenly shifted to the north-east, and the remnant of the sea-fog melted in the blast; and then, mirabile dictu,
between the piers, leaping from wave to wave as it rushed at headlong speed, swept the strange schooner before the blast, with all sail set, and gained the safety of the harbour. The searchlight followed her, and a shudder ran through all who saw her, for lashed to the helm was a corpse
, with drooping head, which swung horribly to and fro at each motion of the ship. No other form could be seen on deck at all. A great awe came on all as they realised that the ship, as if by a miracle, had found the harbour, unsteered save by the hand of a dead man!
Never heard of a total
communications blackout on one of these things. You'd think with a thousand people on board, someone would pick up the phone...
A cargo ship bobs in Kaidan's harbour. There are no more screams, but the silence is scarred. What was its cargo? What incited the theatre of fools? Ask us, sweetling. Ask!
Captain Sean Murphy
: Ever hear of a ship called the Mary Celeste?
Twin-masted brigantine out of Charleston during the Civil War. She was bound for London with a cargo of cotton. Two months after she set sail, she was sighted by fishermen off Tripoli. She was doing 12 knots an hour in a stiff breeze. Something wasn't quite right. They didn't know what so they went onboard. You know what they found? Nothing. No passengers. No crew. No captain. No sign of distress. She traveled 4500 miles across the ocean, past the Rock of Gibraltar and into the Mediterranean Sea at full sail. And nobody at the helm. What do you make of that? Crewman
: A ghost ship. Hey, you smell that? I smell bullshit. Sean
: Been on the sea a lot longer than you. Crewman
: I know. Sean
: Seen things that you can't even imagine. Maritime history is full of Mary Celestes.
And now every night when a storm fills the sky
They say that a ghost ship sails in its eye
Fleet and swift is the Dark Lady
A ship strong and sound with a perilous crew
And high on the mast the skull and bones flew
While the Captain gazes out to sea