“Do we all need to go on the ship?” Edgar moaned. He felt ill. His face was a strange shade of green. “You’re not going to be sick, are you?” teased Mary. Edgar just groaned and stared ahead. When they were close enough to the ship, Tom stopped rowing. They all stared up at the ghost ship. The black paint on the side was cracked and peeling. “Ahoy there!” called Tom. “Is anyone aboard? Are you there, Pete?” There was only silence. “Well then,” said Mr Blood. “Let’s go and have a look.” Tom threw a rope ladder with hooks up onto the ship’s deck. He tugged at the ladder and it stayed in place. They all climbed up. In a few moments, the four of them stood aboard the ghost ship. Up close, the ship still seemed lifeless. Everything metal was covered in rust. The deck was caked in salt. The torn sails flapped limply. “There’s nothing to see here,” said Mr Blood. “We’d better go and look down below.” Mr Blood strode across the deck to the main hatch.
