“Bring us about!” the captain said as he returned to the tiller. The ship spun on its axis and turned about as faeries danced in and out of sight. The captain flicked a switch and let the ship pilot itself so that he could get a better look at their quarry. Hand over hand he climbed the ladder that led to the crows nest. Once the captain was underneath the protective crystal the lookout pointed into the distance.

“Thar she is capt’n!” the lookout could barely conceal his excitement. The mote in the distance drifted harmlessly, nigh invisible against the flotsam. The captain cranked a wooden handle on the control board and the mote snapped into focus and grew to fill the crystal. The lookout stared in awe at the strange vessel “It is the Ghost, ini’t capt’n?”

“Yes, yes it is. There’s no mistaking her.”

The lookout cranked a dial and a superimposed image of a similar ship, but one far less strange, over the Wayward Ghost. “What’s caused her to change so much capt’n?”

“I haven’t a clue.”