Don Salazar had been watching the ketch from the bridge of the La Caterdral Del Mar. They had been following the ketch for some weeks always keeping a distance as to not spook the small merchant. They had lost sight of the ship five days ago in a mysterious fog, and now here it was drifting aimlessly into the mouth of the harbor. Capitan DelGado had suggested that it might be best to remain shrouded behind a point to the south of the harbor which Salazar agreed, afterall these were unknown waters. How had she become so beaten up? Salazar had thought that they had never been so far apart they would not have heard a engagement upon the waters, as unlikely as that would be in these wintery conditions. A storm' No it was simply not possible that they had ever been that far apart. The question puzzled him greatly, yet now as he looked through his spyglass a new problem arose, a ship was coming to tow the ketch into the harbor. Salazar was just making out the name on the snow, Pride and Fury when he heard a call from one of the tops. "On deck On deck!!!!" There was a urgency in the lookouts voice as the capitan answered. Salazar questioned one of the nearby sailors as his knowledge of sailing was quite limited. "There is a bow wake to our starboard Senor." The sailor explained hurriedly to Don Salazar. Don Salazars confused look must have been enough to prompt the sailor who was now making the sign of the cross over himself to explain. "There is no ship there Senor just the bow wake." Salazar looked for himself as yet another mystery revealed itself to him as indeed there plain as day was wake of a ships bow bearing down on them, yet no ship to be seen.

The ketch had been the first available ship sailing to RyhDin. Time was of great importance, so against his better judgement Johnny had paid for his passage upon it. Sammy the Skull and his crew of the damned were out there lurking in these waters looking for him, or rather the prize he carried in a small trunk. As the days passed on the voyage Johnny had become a better lookout at 57 years old then the young lads in service of the ketch. He had seen the Spanish galleon following them though it tried to mask its intentions with tacking and running of against the breeze every now and then, dissappearing for a day yet always reappearing. Johnny had no idea why they were following the ketch or what thier intentions were but he would surely keep a eye on it. It was Johnny who also spied the ghostly ship coming out of the mists at just about twilight. He said not a word to anyone on board, afterall who would have believed him anyway. Johnny just looked arround deck for any type of device to make a unnoticed escape. The long boat would be too noticeable of course and to heavy for him to man himself. Johnny noticed that there were on deck some long, narrow crates about 7 foot long by 2 foot wide. Those could do in a pinch to carry him to shore, since the ketch never strayed but a few miles from shore at any time. Using the hook which had replaced his left hand to pry open the crate, digging in with both hands to remove the goods from inside. Working very quickly so as not to be seen by anyone either on the ketch or the ghost ship. Rope was acquired and used to lower the crate down to the sea, Johnny following in quick succession. The roar of the demon crew could be heard in the distance as they boarded the ketch, Johnny simply rowed faster ignoring the icey water that seeped through the bottom of the crate and soaked his legs.

Once on shore Johnny made quick for the closest road. It was a shame about murdering that old man he had come along, but he would be damned if he would die of hypothermia. Now to get on to RyhDin and meet up with Bloody Sam Flint.