whimsicalobservant

another dream my mind thinks ive dreamt before.

a ghost ship and its ghost crew. most know theyre dead already and will merrily chat with you, but one ghost doesnt, and she'll put you in the brig if she spots you.

the ship is not where they died.

a notebook, containing several strings of numbers (coordinates of a sort, but relative?) and sketches of things, all disjointed, but supposedly indicating treasure.

you travel with a living crew on a small research vessel and, one evening, you see that the image of the setting sun (which for some reason was four shining squares in a line) matches one of the sketches in the clue book. one of the crew members dive down, and comes back up with a satchel full of coin.

you dont salvage the wreck now, its too dangerous. but you know where it is.

theres also an island nearby. you hope the locals arent aggressive.

but as you approach, you see the houses are in ruins, and no one is alive here anymore.

in one house thered be a hidden attic room if the roof hadnt been gone already. its a study, bookshelves, fireplace, a safe, a desk -- and a corpse.

you recognize the face, you met that mans ghost on the ghost ship. this is where the crew died.

his journal informs you that he will not give up and leave this place, and you remark that that was a stupid decision -- if they all had left theyd still be alive.

suddenly screaming from downstairs. your crew has been followed -- unofficial official people, dealing with keeping stuff like this covered and making sure the powers that be get their cut (read: all of it).

you hide the notebook in the safe and cons down the stairs, just to be stabbed in the leg.

thats when i woke up.