One hazy daybreak of my summer holidays, I visited a popular tourist attraction in good old San Francisco bay. I caught glimpse of a wreckage of a ancient rusty metal pirate ship. My intentions forced me to enter. So I did. It was embroidered with the finest velvet walls in all the land, and embedded with diamonds. I rambled through the elongated passageways, like rat in a maze. In an instant a flash appeared; a marauding pirate ghost. In a rowdy voice, he spoke. " I am Blackbeard." B-Blackbeard" I stuttered.

What would happen next?

Your guess it is.

Blackbeard's Ghost by Sachien K