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Chapter 16- Spin The Bottle ~Amelia Jones~ We ported in some small coastal town in Northern Canada, the name of which escapes me, (and the attentions of the earth). According to Arthur, we were porting here to escape the watchful eye of an alert public. After a few days, we'd head south and make way to Europe by route of the pacific,round Africa, and around the Iberian peninsula. As the crew dropped the anchor, I stood beside the wheel, cold and disheartened, having declined any offer to wear Arthur's coat, after noting the similarities it held to the one I knew the ghost had owned. "Where'd you get your coat?" "I didn't steal it. If tha'

Chapter 15- Ghost In The Graveyard ~Amelia Jones~ Like the idiot he is, he chuckled at me as I swatted his arm. His eyes held a strange warmth, and when I looked away, the chill ripped through me violently, as a bullet, sent from an unseen shooter. An invisible sniper, one whose image would undoubtedly evade most people's vision. A ghost. I knew it without a doubt, and the revelation morphed into an instantaneous need for human connection, causing me to clutch Arthur's arm, not daring to cope alone. "Somefin ailin' ye, pigeon?" "No..." My voice was a gentle murmur. I'd grown up a rather observant child. Matthew liked hiding, and he was un

Chapter 14- Monopoly ~Amelia Jones~ Everything after the impact was a disorienting compilation of blurred generalization and starkly clear details, preserved in a crisp focus as I recall them. Having noted the event, Jack and some other crew member speaking in a soft tone (I didn't recognize him in my unobservant haze) intervened in the unfolding affair. Captain preoccupying his chambers, it seemed Jack had no defined place to really take me, and settled on the kitchen, as anyone still awake would be elsewhere at the present time. "Yew a'right, missy?" His voice held that strange bouncing quality it carried before. I couldn't place it.