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It wasn't an ancient galleon or a pirate sloop. It was a modern research vessel, sleek and black, its hull covered in barnacle-encrusted solar panels. Its deck was empty. Its bridge was dark. But on its bow, painted in chipped white letters, were the words: AURORA II – MISSION LOG: CORAL NEXUS – LAST CONTACT: 2047 .

"Stay."

When she reached the ship, there was no gangplank, no ladder. Just a hole in the hull, perfectly circular, lined with what looked like mother-of-pearl. Inside, the ship was impossibly larger than its exterior. Bioluminescent vines hung from the ceiling. The floor was living coral. And on the bridge, seated at the helm, was a skeleton wearing a captain's hat—but its fingers still moved, tapping a keyboard that had fused with its bones. barco fantasma 2

That was twelve years ago.

Then she saw it.