#Ghost Ship

[ltwilliammowett]

Ghost Ship, by Theodore Victor Carl Valenkamph (1868 - 1924)

[alpalnd]

My favorite movies

[dutchs-blog]

Amazing Found

[macguffinandco]

From our haunt to yours, Happy Halloween! 👻🍬

[wedgeantill]

2024 Halloween Marathon ↳ Ghost Ship (2002)

[dsamuelsonart]

The Flying Dutchman 🏴‍☠️

Watercolor on cold-press paper. 9 x 12"

[letmeinimafairy]

There's a burst of flame and flash of light

There on the tide is a frightening sight

As the tall ship in flames lights up the sky

It's been one of my favourite songs, and I finally found a suitable stone for it. A burning ghost ship on jasper, will be a brooch in a classical metal cast I think

[heretherebedork]

JangPayos Ghost Ship: The fan and the idol, the one who auditioned because of the straight boy he loves and the idol who spotted him in a crowd and gave him a little touch of sweetness. @absolutebl I've graduated from crumbs to ghosts.

[ivars]

31 DAYS OF HORROR ↳ 19. ghost ship (2002)

[talesfromthecrypts]

I do know one thing. I've seen strange things happen in the strait. But I know something else. Sea gives you an opportunity you take it.

Ghost Ship (2002) dir. Steve Beck

[rydengg]

halloween horror movie musts 3/? - ghost ship (2002)

[ltwilliammowett]

The Phantom, by Henry Scott (1911-2005)

[karlurbanism]

Karl Urban in Ghost Ship (2/2)

[kus-babygirl]

Had a Karl Marathon today, instead a Horror marathon. Well, one movie was a horror. I watched Ghost Ship, The Loft and Pathfinder. 😍😍🥵🥵🤤🤤

@enchantedflameandflower @jynx15 @bohemianblasphemy @bluemerakis

[laurasimonsdaughter]

The interplanetary vessel was small and simplistic compared to those intended to jump between solar systems. It made the journey strangely restful, even the control room was quiet, without even a single beep from the radar.

Until it wasn't.

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: YELLOW”

The navigator scrambled upright in their chair as the captain slammed the alert button on her console. “What—”

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: ORANGE”

“Status report,” the captain demanded, tapping the ship’s security system to no avail. “What’s going on, Ship?”

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: ORANGE”

Beside them the radar gave a sudden beep.

“What in the depths is that?” the navigator snapped, staring at the monitor.

The captain had swiveled in her chair, checking the ship’s security monitor by force of habit before shifting her focus to the report produced by the radar. She froze. “That’s a ship.”

“It can’t be! There isn’t a single flight scheduled here, and any emergency travel would have signaled ahead.”

“Well, that’s the signature of a medium sized interplanetary vessel,” the captain bit back. “And I’m getting no—”

“CALCULATING COURSE CORRECTION”

The ship jerked and several warning lights gave a startled flash as the navigator let out a cry of surprise and reached for the manual override.

“Leave it!” the captain ordered.

“It’s trying to change our course!”

“Let it!”

The navigator stood by, staring in bewilderment as the captain pulled up the ship’s new route on the main monitor. It was only a slight correction, a minute diversion. Away from the unidentified object still pinging on their radar, that seemed almost to be taking a parallel course.

“They say there was a crew that had to evacuate and abandon their transport on a journey like this, some fifty years ago,” the captain said suddenly. “Their ship got caught in the debris around Utein’s libration point."

The navigator bristled. “We’re well out of the way of L4! There’s no chance—”

“I’m sure they thought so too.”

The navigator gaped at the captain, who was sitting with her hands resting beside the controls, letting the ship’s autopilot do as it pleased. It had sped up, and seemed to be signalling into empty space.

“You’re not seriously suggesting we’re dealing with a ghost ship,” they protested, angrily tapping another button. “None of my instruments are picking up anything.”

Around them the pressure of acceleration waned again, their ship once more confident in its course.

“COURSE CORRECTED”

 “Well,” the captain said mildly, looking at the vast expanse of space before her. “Whatever it was, I don’t think it was here for us.”

On the radar, with a last, faint blip, the unidentified vessel disappeared.

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: GREEN”