Not long ago, in a decent coast on the brim of Scotland, an isolated ship lay. No one knew where it came from. No one knew whom it belonged to. All people knew was that it was haunted, and wretched more than a million years ago.

The ear-splitting squawk of many seagulls pervaded the dark gloomy skies. What had happened? What was inside? Reeking seaweed or burnished gold?

You could tell the black, metal, rusty ship was old, as it was spoiling nature's treasured rock. Many rumours said that, at night the motionless bodies, in the ship, would lurk. True?