Dark water parted before the prow of the ship as it cut it's way through the channel. The wind, warm and salty, was just starting to hint at the coming storm, highlighted by tendrils of lightning racing through the clouds off the stern. It was a storm that was pushing the sails to propel the ship in a race to the light at the port on the otherwise darkened horizon.
The Merry Jerry's crew were battered but unbowed by their year at sea. The world had given them up for lost when they lost contact with them on that fateful voyage. But like a ghost ship of cinematic legend, they had returned.