The Queen Mary
The Corrs stop in Long Beach to visit the floating museum, the Queen
Mary.
Sharon: Why do we have to go here? I want to get to San Francisco!
Jim: Pictures, pictures.
Caroline: Wasn't it named after a queen that persecuted the Irish?
Andrea: I think that was Queen Elizabeth.
Caro: Oh... I don't know.
Andrea: I'm confused myself.
They pay for the tickets.
Jim: 10 dollars each! My goodness...
Caro: Jim's a cheapskate.
Jim: No. I just keep an eye on my money.
Andrea: Yeah, Mr. "I need my 10 cents change."
They walk up, looking at the ship looming above them.
Sharon: It's so big. It'll be night by the time we get out of here!
Caro: Well it'll go quicker if we get moving, come on! (tugs Sharon's
arm)
Jim: Wait, we should stick together.
Andrea: Why?
Jim: How are we going to find each other?
Sharon: Why don't we just all meet here at noon, that's 2 hours. Plenty
of time to look around.
Jim: But I want to take pictures of us all... (looks sad)
Caro: Aww... Mr. "Catch that Kodak moment."
Sharon: Well if we decide to split up we'll meet here.
Jim: Wonderful. Wait, I want to get this shot with the ship in the
background.
(The sisters sigh and gather up.)
Jim: Okay, smile!
They smile and he takes the picture.
Jim: One more! (runs in front of the camera, smiling, holding it in
front of him).
*snap*
Bored looking, the sisters trudge in one direction. Jim walks behind
them.
They use a really big elevator to get onto the ship, and walk along
the top deck. Caroline sticks her head in one of the engine cowls and looks
inside.
Jim: Wow, we're so high up. Look at all the people, they're like ants.
Andrea: Watch this. (Throws a peanut over the railing. It makes a long
trip down.)
Jim: Careful! You could hurt someone!
Andrea: With a peanut?
Then, someone on the ground falls over. A whole bunch of people crowd
around him.
Jim: Um, maybe we should get moving.
Caroline bonks her head inside the engine cowl and follows the rest
of them.
They go down several series of ladders and end up on the Poop Deck
(the rear of the ship).
Andrea: Why do they call it a poop deck? (giggles)
Sharon: You have me there.
Jim is looking around.
Jim: Okay, how about a photo by the back rail there?
The sisters sigh again and go to the very back railing of the ship.
Jim: Sir, can you take this picture? Thank you.
Jim gathers by his sisters, they smile and the picture is taken. Then
the guy turns and walks off.
Jim: Hey! Come back here!
Jim chases after the man. Sharon shrugs.
Sharon: You think he'll get that camera back?
Andrea: I hope he doesn't.
Caro leans up against the rail, it creaks and shudders threateningly.
Caro: Give me good 'ol Irish craftsmanship anyday. (Gets off the rail
and shakes it again)
They walk along the deck, and go inside. The ship is huge inside, full
of beautiful woodwork and carpeting, glass chandeliers and elegant dining-ware.
And tourists in ugly windbreakers and baseball caps...
Sharon and Andrea are appreciative of the ship's beauty.
Caro: Aw, the Irish could do better.
Andrea: Come on, Cazz, they're a country full of history and luxury.
Caro: Yes, history of killing Irish peasants and taking our money,
yes, history and luxury... (Andrea laughs)
Andrea sees a door marked "Employees only", and opens it.
Andrea: Where do you think this leads?
Sharon: Close the door, Andrea. We're not allowed.
Caro: Who'll care?
Sharon: Um, the EMPLOYEES.
Andrea: All they can do is kick us out.
Sharon: Yes, off the ship, which I really fancy NOT happening.
Caro: Ok then, Andrea and I will go into the employee area, you go
on by yourself and look at the wood.
They leave, going down a staircase. Sharon looks around.
Sharon: Wait up for me!
Andrea makes a loud wailing siren sound as they go down a metal corridor.
There is a spiral staircase leading down.
Sharon: Where does this go?
Caro: I don't know, who has the map?
Andrea: Jim has it.
Sharon: Drat, I knew we should've waited for 'em.
Andrea: Jim can take care of himself, so can we. This probably goes
down to the engine room or something.
Sharon: The closed engine room?
Andrea: It's not closed, the cargo hold is.
Caro: Ah yes, the spooky goblins and banshees haunting the cargo holds.
Sharon, holding onto her faith in the lord, protests.
Sharon: Ghosts don't exist. It's all just make believe.
Andrea: Sure, then why are you 'ere?
Sharon: Hush.
They go down the staircase for what seems like ten floors. With every
level it gets darker and darker.
Caro: This is rather spooky.
Andrea: I know. Good thing I have this flashlight with me.
There is a door with a red light above it, which Andrea opens. There
are people walking on the catwalks above.
Andrea: This does lead to the engine room. We're right with them on
the floor.
Sharon: Great, just the thing I love, big dangerous machines.
Caro: They don't work anymore.
They go through the door, walking among the huge engines. The door
behind them closes.
Sharon: The people are so high up. We shouldn't be down here.
Andrea: This reminds me of when we were young and used to get into
mischief all the time.
Sharon: We never prowled ships like this... just ran around in the
woods and chased geese.
The catwalks above were high up, and nobody above could notice the
3 Corr sisters walking among the engines.
There is a small staircase, and then another door with a red light.
Andrea: Should we dare?
Sharon: Come on, let's go back.
Caro: Open it!
Andrea opens the door to see a long corridor flooded with greenish
light. There are numbers painted on the walls.
Caro: I think this is the cargo hold, Andrea.
Sharon looks down the corridor, darkening with distance.
Sharon: Please, let's go back. I don't want to go any further.
Andrea: Come on, there's nothing down here. We can always make a run
for it if there is.
Caro: Just don't let the banshees get you. Eeeeehehehehee!!!!
Sharon: Stop it!
They go into the cargo hold, leaving the door open behind them. The
cargo hold is dusty and pieces of cardboard and wiring are strewn about
on the floor.
Andrea: What a mess.
Caro: This is spooky. I like it.
Sharon is looking around, eyes wide.
They find a door about 50 feet ahead, and open it. It leads to the
next section of the cargo hold. This part is less lit than the others.
Andrea starts sucking her thumb.
Sharon: This is getting too creepy.
Caro: You're squeezing my hand too hard.
Andrea: Look, a whistle!
Andrea picks up a simple metal whistle from the floor. She dusts it
off and blows. The whistle makes a shrill howl, bouncing off the walls.
Andrea: Loud little thing, isn't it.
Sharon: Unn.... (shaking)
Caro: Let's keep going.
They continue on through several more cargo holds, and finally come
to one totally dark. Andrea's little flashlight provides light.
Sharon: PLEASE you two, can't we go back? It might be too far, maybe
we're locked in here, it'd take forever to walk all the way back!
Andrea: It's only been 20 minutes since we last saw Jim. Come on, let's
go in here.
Sharon grabs Andrea's hand.
Sharon: Please Andrea, I don't want to go in there. I'm scared.
Andrea feels a little compassion.
Andrea: I won't let anything hurt you. As long as we're all together,
we're fine. We'll watch each other's back, okay?
Sharon nods, and they walk into the blackened cargo hold.
Caro: Hold my hands.
Andrea and Sharon latch onto Caro's hands as they walk through the
dusty cargo hold. A creak shudders through the ship's walls.
Sharon: Ah! What was that?
Andrea: The ship is old. Maybe it always does that.
More creaking, then silence.
Andrea: See? Probably just the ship settling out in its frame.
Sharon: I hope you're right.
Caro: Let's keep going. I kinda want to get to the front of the ship.
Sharon: Why?
Caro: No reason, just a goal. (goal, goal, goal)
Andrea: Wow, that really echoed.
Sharon: Let's hurry, I hope the next hold has light in it. (it, it,
it)
They continue along, and finally reach a door. Andrea opens it, and
the next room is lit like the first, with healthy green lighting. The walls
curve and then go upward about 100 feet away.
Caro: Alright, we made it!
Andrea: Let's go check it out.
They go in, and look around. This particular room isn't as dusty or
dirty as the others, and it actually looks and smells clean. No cabling
or tools lying around.
Caro: This is so neat. (knocks on the steel walls)
Andrea: This place has terrific acoustics. We should have a concert
in this room.
Sharon: Um... thanks but no thanks.
Andrea takes the whistle from around her neck, and blows it to test
the acoustics. The sound reverberates off the walls with excellence.
Andrea: Marvelous. Listen to it echo...
(blows it again)
Sharon shudders and leans against a wall. Andrea blows the whistle
again, and there is no echo.
Andrea: What's with this?
The sisters' eyes meet for a second or two before a loud shudder rumbles
the cargo hold, and the lights go out.
Meanwhile....
Jim: Wooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*toiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnng*
Jim flies back up into the air, the bungee cord keeping him safe. He
swung in the morning air above the ship, and bounced again.
Jim: Oh man, if only they could see me now!! (referring to the sisters)
Back in the bowels of the ship...
Andrea: Caroline!
Caro: I'm here! What happened?
Sharon: I knew it, I knew it!!!
Ominous howling and screams echoed through the walls, with the sound
of banging and screeching metal.
Andrea turns on her flashlight and sees Caroline hunting around in
the dark.
Andrea: Caroline! Hold onto me!
Caroline sees Andrea's light and goes to her. The light in the room
starts to come back very dimly, making the walls a dull, dark gray.
Sharon heads for the door, opens it, and bolts out into the darkness.
Andrea: Sharon! Come back!
Sharon doesn't stop.
Andrea: Sharon!
Caro: Come on, let's get out of here!
More howling and screams fill the cargo hold, making Andrea and Caro
get goosebumps.
Caro: Let's go!
Caro runs, Andrea doesn't know what to do, and lags. The lights go
out again, but Caroline knows where to go. Andrea is still in the first
room.
Andrea: Caroline! Wait!
Andrea runs into the next cargo hold, trying to catch up to Caroline,
but Caro has already run to the middle of the next room. The doors to the
cargo holds slam shut.
Andrea: Oh no...
Andrea sees something move in the darkness near her.
Andrea: Hello? Is someone there?
She hears footsteps, rough ones, then they turn to muffled tapping.
It's coming closer.
Andrea: Please don't hurt me. I'm not here to hurt you, please...
Caroline stops after the doors slam.
Caro: Andrea? Are you there?
A whisp of cold air sails around Caro's body and leaves.
The sound of rushing water can be heard in the distance.
Caro: Somebody here? Whoever it is, please show yourself.
Caro hears footsteps coming to her.
Back to Andrea...
Andrea: You won't hurt me, will you?
The footsteps come closer, until they're right behind her. Andrea can
feel cold air pressing on her neck. She turns to see... herself...?
There is another Andrea standing there. Only this Andrea was pale,
dirty, wet. Her eyes were beady and staring, her clothing was rugged and
torn. It was the same kind Andrea was wearing at the time. There was even
a silver whistle hanging around her neck.
Andrea: Are you... are you me?
The Andrea in front of her opens her mouth, attempting to speak, but
only ragged gurgling and water comes out. Andrea is disgusted.
Andrea: Are you... what are you? (What are you? echoes off the walls)
The Andrea smiles, its teeth moldy and yellow, some missing. Some skin
flakes off from its cheek.
Then the Andrea does something that Andrea didn't expect; it came to
her and hugged her. At first, Andrea was stunned, but then she felt like
it was nothing. It was her...
Andrea put her arms around the dead Andrea, hoping to comfort it. Hollow
crunching occurs beneath the dead Andrea's skin, and the back collapses
a bit. The bones?
Andrea pushes the other Andrea away softly.
Andrea: Are you here to tell me something? What is it?
The dead Andrea smiles again without the teeth, but more skin falls
from the face as it contorts. Then it speaks.
Dead Andrea: You shouldn't be here. No-no. Not your place. This happen.
Get you.
Andrea: Get me? What will?
Dead Andrea: They. Get you. You leave. This happen don't. Won't.
Blood starts to trickle from the dead Andrea's mouth, along with water.
Andrea: That's what you're telling me? Warning me?
Dead Andrea cocks her head to one side.
Dead Andrea: Leave. Live. Life. Live. Stay, die. Life. Live. Go. Now.
It happen.
Suddenly, the bulkhead of the ship starts to creak. Andrea can see
rivets popping from the wall, and the metal starts bending.
Dead Andrea: You go now. Or this. (points to herself)
The dead Andrea turns her head to one side, showing an ugly, moldy
hole in the skull. Andrea tries not to vomit.
Then, a rivet pops out of the wall with so much force that it bounces
off the opposite wall. It almost hits Andrea's head, in the same place
that the dead Andrea had the hole.
Andrea: Are you causing this? Can't you stop it?
Dead Andrea shakes her head.
Dead Andrea: You go. I no exist here not. Not good. You leave. Me not
here you leave.
"If I leave, she won't exist, and she doesn't want to exist that way."
Andrea thinks. "Neither do I. Wait, she's me..."
Andrea: Must I take you with me?
Dead Andrea: You GO. Leave. Me leave. You leave. GO.
The walls burst and the floor quickly fills with water. Andrea gasps
at the cold.
The dead Andrea reaches out and touches Andrea's forehead. Andrea sees
the room filled to the top with water. And her... floating, decaying in
the water as fish dine on her flesh. She has a horrid expression on her
face.
Then Andrea comes back, and the room is flooding. A deep, dark laughing
happens from somewhere in the walls.
Dead Andrea: You GO. Save you me. You me. Save.
Andrea doesn't need any more explanation. She runs to the cargo hold
door, and cranks it open. She turns to see the dead Andrea standing in
the middle of the other room, watching her. The water is beginning to get
to knee level now. The dead Andrea looks sad, and Andrea can't help but
to feel sad for her.
As Andrea closes the door behind her and seals it tight (water tight),
the dead Andrea smiles and disappears. The water in the other room vanishes...
Caro, on the other hand, had a bit more of an ordeal...
Caro: Who's there?
Out of the shadows came another Caro.
Caro: What the bloody hell?
The other Caro, disheveled and dirty, stood in front of Caro and cocked
her head to one side.
Caro: Who the hell are you?
The other Caro didn't say anything, but its eyes turned red. Not like
bloodshot, the iris actually turned red like a contact. Caro took a swing
at the other Caro, but it ducked and punched Caro in the stomach.
Meanwhile, Andrea was trying to crank open the cargo hold door. The
wheel turned very slowly...
Caro was lying on the floor, looking up at her other self.
Caro: (In tears) What the hell do you want from me? Who ARE you?
The other Caro smiled, and water began to flow from her mouth and other
places on her body. Soon it was like someone had turned on a giant faucet.
The room was flooding, up to the ceiling. Caro tried to keep her head above
the water, but soon there was no place to go but in the water. She held
her breath for as long as she could.
"I've got to find that cargo door," she thought to herself. She swam
in the water toward the shape of the next cargo door. The water was glowing
green with the lights.
Then, from her right, the other Caro swam by gracefully as if though
it was used to this sort of thing. It swam a loop around Caro, then came
back and drifted near.
Caro stared and wondering what the other Caro would do.
Then the other Caro bared its teeth as if though it was in a horror
movie. The face stretched, and millions of razor sharp teeth filled the
mouth, and the eyes glowed evilly.
Caro freaked out, and swam with all her might toward the cargo door
wheel. She started to turn it.
The other Caro zoomed past her, snapping, and swam to the other side
of the room. Caro looked behind and could see fifty feet behind her, two
glowing red eyes approaching, glaring at her. She turned the wheel faster.
Andrea, on the other door, was still turning the wheel. The wheel became
easier to turn, and occasionally she looked behind to see if something
was there.
Andrea: I can't believe she was trying to save me from getting drowned.
She opened the door, and the room flooded.
Caro heard a clunk and saw the door way over on the other end of the
room opening. Andrea was now adrift and swimming in the green water. Caro
wanted to shout but couldn't waste the already low air in her lungs. The
other Caro looked at Andrea, but went for Caro instead.
Andrea swam across the room towards who she thought was Caro, but it
was actually the other one. She grabbed its foot and it turned around,
snarling in the water.
"Cazz???" Andrea thought.
The other Caro snapped its teeth and swam at Andrea. Andrea panickingly
swam away, trying to get some air or something.
Caro, at the cargo door, could see the other Caro chasing Andrea in
the water.
"Why are you trying to kill us?" Caro thought.
"I'm not. Attacked me."
"What? You can hear me?"
"Can hear. Save you. Let me not. You."
"Who attacked you?"
"You. Attacked. I get Andrea. Now."
"No! Please, you have to help us."
"What get from it?"
"Jeez, she thinks just like me," Caroline thinks.
"AM you. Help you."
The other Caro chased Andrea, who was trying frantically to swim. Andrea
screamed as the other Caro grabbed her; now she had no air. Andrea thought
it was over until the other Caro put its mouth over hers and breathed.
"What are you doing?" Caroline thought.
"Saving. You soon."
"I need air! Can't you empty the room?"
"Can't. Only help."
Andrea swam off, with a whole new breath of air, looking at the other
Caro. It had lost all the razor teeth and now looked like a drowned Caro,
much like the drowned Andrea, complete with rotted leather pants and jacket.
They swam over to the other door, where Caro was holding the wheel,
trying to hold her last bits of oxygen. The other Caro grabs Caro's head
and breathes in.
Then, it disappears. No more dead Caro.
Andrea looks at Caro, confused, and Caro shrugs.
They both turn the wheel, with increasing speed, and hear screams from
the water, much like the ones from earlier.
"Come on, open!" Caro thought.
The door swung open, and they were deposited into a wet heap in the
next room. The room filled with water, but then the water slowly disappeared,
and both Andrea and Caro were on the floor, gasping for breath.
And now, Sharon's turn...
Sharon finally gets tired of running, and stops. She was in one of
the last rooms of the cargo hold, surrounded by what looked like generators.
There were sounds echoing through the ship, what sounded like screams,
banging, water flowing, muffled breathing, thumping, everything. Sharon
was shaking, crying, wondering why her sisters hadn't followed.
A man walked out from behind one of the generators.
Man: Who are you? What are you doing down here?
Sharon: I... I'm sorry, I didn't know I wasn't allowed.
Man: You're not allowed. Nobody. Nobody. NOBODY!!!!!
The man picks up a crowbar and advances.
Sharon: Come on now, I'll leave. Please... em... I'll just go through
the door there.
The man swings the crowbar through the air, missing Sharon by a few
inches. Sharon runs past the man.
Sharon: God, save me!
A man in a sailor's uniform runs in front of the exit door. He looks
pretty mad... Sharon stops and looks for another way out.
A little girl walks out from behind a shelf and stares at Sharon.
Sharon: Hello there... em... do you know the way out?
The little girl looks up at Sharon, then walks past her and motions
to a ladder leading up.
Sharon: Up there?
The little girl smiles, then vanishes in a mist, the eyes leaving last.
Sharon gets goosebumps.
The man from earlier was shuffling his feet, stumbling toward Sharon,
still holding the crowbar. He sure didn't look happy.
Sharon ran to the ladder, and began climbing. The man chased and his
crowbar slammed into the metal wall with a clang. Luckily, Sharon was already
far ahead. The man didn't follow.
Sharon climbed all the way up, through an open hatch, onto a large
platform.
Sharon: Where am I?
There were large gears and belts about, sticking out from strange places
in the walls and the platform she was on. Sharon went to the end of the
platform and looked down. There was more gearing and other places to step.
Then she realized from the lighting where she was. She was on top of
the dormant, derelict ship's engines, larger than life, the last place
she'd want to be. Immediately she started shaking.
Then something moved in the darkness. It came closer and closer, and
Sharon became very alert. Lowly, she was mumbling a prayer.
Then, another Sharon walked out. It stepped gracefully on top of the
gears and looked at Sharon. Sharon stared at the bloody, broken version
of herself. She could see bones popping through the skin, some parts missing.
Sharon: Em...
The other Sharon stared, then stepped off the gears and floated in
midair to go right in front of Sharon. She motioned with her fingers to
follow.
Sharon, unsure, followed herself, stepping carefully along the top
of the engines, all the while aware that she could easily fall and either
cut herself on the gears or land gracefully 50 feet or more down.
There was a loud, piercing howl and a rumble. Both Sharons looked,
but Sharon herself was more nervous than the other. The other Sharon knew
what was coming.
Steam started to pop from valves and meters on the engines, and the
engines began to crank, filling the room with deafening noise. Sharon swore
she could hear people walking along the catwalks and working on the engines.
The other Sharon kept walking, and then they reached a part of the
flooring that was wide enough to stand normal. The other Sharon turned
to look at the normal Sharon, then walked forward and attempted to jump
over a large section of gears on the engine. She fell short. Sharon nearly
vomited as her other self was gored in the machinery, blood spattering
all over, hair and dress parts shredding and falling 50 feet down.
Sharon: No way, can I get through that... *bluhhhhhhh*
Meanwhile...
Jim: Yeah, put extra cheese on mine.
Jim looked at his watch. It was about 11:40, almost time for them to
meet up. Luckily, he'd discovered a hot dog cart.
Girl: Would you like to also try one of our giant soft pretzels?
Jim was also into the girl working the cart.
Jim: Sure! No problem. (gives 50 cents)
Back to Sharon...
Sharon wiped her mouth, and looked at the machinery. She had no idea
how to jump over the gears.
On a catwalk above, the little girl from earlier showed up. She was
transparent now, like a ghost usually is thought to be. She tumbled over
the railing, screaming, and fell into the machine.
Sharon: Okay, not what I need right now...
Then, behind Sharon, the man from earlier was approaching. He looked
REALLY mad now, and stalked toward her.
Man: Not allowed. NONE OF YOU. NOBODY.
Sharon grabbed a large monkey wrench, and readied herself for combat.
Sharon: Wait, what's that expression...
Sharon threw the monkey wrench into the gears, and the gears stopped
with a loud squeal. The wrench started to buckle, but there was her chance!
Sharon ran on top of the gears, being careful not to stumble and fall,
and was able to make it to the other side. The man swung at her with the
crowbar, standing on top of the gears.
Man: You'll NEVER...
*clang*
The monkey wrench had shattered.
More blood flew as the man screamed and was pulled into the machine.
The man's soul flew from his body, and disappeared into the darkness.
Sharon climbed down another ladder, and after about 75 feet or so,
ended up on the floor. The engines died and stopped, and the room became
quiet and dormant again.
Then Caro and Andrea burst through the door at the other end.
Caro and Andrea: Sharon!
Sharon: Run! RUN!
There was nothing chasing them though, and the two tackled Sharon in
a hug.
Andrea: Oh my... I thought we'd never see each other again!
Sharon: Me too! Hey... why are you both so wet?
Caro: Long, long story.
Sharon noticed that during the whole ordeal, she had gotten no blood
on her at all, even after the whole experience on the machines.
Sharon: Anyone fancy LEAVING?
Caro: You don't have to even suggest it. (opens the door and starts
to run up the spiral staircase)
The Corr sisters use the elevator to get back down to the ground.
Sharon: Man, I wish that employee hadn't yelled at us like that.
Caro: Well after what we went through, I didn't care.
They step off the elevator, and see Jim sitting at a table across the
way, with a bunch of hot dogs and his camera. He takes a picture of them
as they walk up.
Jim: Hey there... what happened to you three?
Andrea: Em... the toilets exploded.
Jim: What?
Caro: Yep, they just went BOOM. Water everywhere.
Jim: Well I got us all some "hot-dogs"
Sharon: You mean Frankfurters.
Andrea: Something like that.
Sharon watches as the ketchup starts to flow.
Sharon: Em... I'm almost not in the mood to eat... oh well.
Jim: Hey, how about after this we go down into the lower decks? They
have the engine rooms, the propellor box and shaft...
The 3 sisters look back and forth at each other. Caro is in mid-chew
and looks away at the thought.
Later, they do go down into the lower decks. None of the sisters let
go of one another as they walk along a catwalk high above the engines.
Jim: Too bad we can't visit the cargo hold, I hear about how they have
ghosts in there.
Sharon: You don't know the half of it... (mumbles)
They visit the propellor box, the hole cut in the ship to show the
propellors under the water, with the plastic diver in there showing the
size of the prop compared to a person.
Jim: Wouldn't it be a shame to fall in there... man, I'd be frozen
to death with fear. Massive...
Andrea looks at Caro and shakes her head.
Finally they all admit to Jim what had happened. He listened, but wasn't
convinced.
Andrea: Really! We'll show you!
But the door leading down was locked. So forever it was only the Corr
sisters' experience.
Later on, as they get ready to drive off (in a brand new BMW sport
utility), Jim makes a remark.
Jim: Wouldn't mind visiting this place again.
Sharon: I would.
As Andrea stops at a stop light, still able to see the front of the
ship, she can make out three female figures standing in the water. Caro
and Sharon look at Andrea in surprise.
Caro: Do you see what I see?
Andrea: Yes.
Jim: What? Where? I don't see anything.
Sharon: Right there. In the water.
Jim looks in the water, staring, and takes his glasses off.
Jim: Need to get these things cleaned. (rubs the lenses and puts them
back on)
Then his mouth drops a bit.
Jim: What the blazes...
Standing beside the 3 Corr sister ghosts is a Jim ghost. Only thing
with the Jim ghost is he has a bungee cord attached to him. Caro tries
to snap a picture with her polaroid.
Andrea sees the green light and floors it, zooming down the street
soon slowing down to the speed limit.
Andrea: Did that come out?
Caro: I don't know, it's still developing.
The picture comes into view, of the ship and the water. But the figures
are not there. Caro drops the picture and sinks her head into the headrest
of the seat.
And they kept driving...
The End
Andrea drives along, much better than the previous day.
Sharon: We going to San Francisco now?
Jim: Sounds like a good plan. I kinda wish I had gotten more photos
of the ship. Or the ghosts, that would've been something.
Andrea: Yeah, it would. WHOA.
*THUMP*
Andrea slams on the brakes. A man in a sailor's outfit had run out
in the middle of the road.
Caro: Did you hit somebody???
Andrea: Dear god, I think I did!
They all jump out of the car, and look behind it. There is no body
at all. Nothing. The street is unusually empty, no cars or people.
Andrea: Something is wrong... it has to be something with the ship.
She turns to get back into the car, and sees the man in the sailor's
outfit in the seat. He glares at her, and she screams.
The man lunges, grabbing Andrea's throat.
Jim: Andrea!
Sharon: Get off her!
Jim runs up and throws the sailor off of Andrea. The man falls to the
ground and disappears.
Jim: Andrea, are you okay?
Andrea: (gasp) Yes, I think so.
Jim: Are you sure?
Andrea: We need to go back to the ship.
Sharon: Why?
Andrea: I don't know... but when he grabbed me, I just got this big
feeling that something was unfinished there.
Jim: Down in the lower decks?
Andrea: I think so. Maybe that's why our ghosts were staring as we
left. Maybe they meant something.
Just then, someone tapped Jim on the shoulder. Jim turned and saw a
mirror. More like himself.
Dead Jim looked at Jim, pale-skinned, blotched, bloody, with bites
and scrapes all over him. And attached to his feet was a broken bungee
cord.
Jim backed up in panic.
Jim: No! Get away!
Dead Jim: Not 'urt ya. Back. Come. To.
Jim: What?
A fish fell out of dead Jim's jacket, flopping and gasping.
Dead Jim: (points at Andrea) You come. All come. Bring whistle.
Andrea: What?
Dead Jim picks up the fish, looks at it, and bites the head off. *Crunch*
Then he disappears.
Jim: I think I'm going to be sick.
Andrea: Did he say he wanted me to play my tin whistle?
Caro: What, they want a concert from us? What is this?
Sharon: Wouldn't exactly be the best arena.
Andrea: We should go there... and see what they really want.
Caro: But wait, they might try to kill us again! And what if our "ghosts"
aren't there to help us?
Jim: Maybe they're trapped and want out... maybe that's why.
Andrea: Well he was able to come all the way out here down the street.
And so was the sailor.
Caro: What if they keep doing that? What if we're just anywhere and
somehow that sailor keeps jumping in and strangling you, Andrea? That's
too much!
Just then, a man in overalls runs toward Sharon.
Jim: Sharon, look out!
Sharon dodges as the man swings his crowbar.
Sharon: Not YOU again!
Jim jumps into the car, digging into the car's emergency kit. He finds
a big flashlight, and gets out.
Sharon: Someone help me!
Andrea and Caro keep their distance, for a single strike with the crowbar
would end it all. Jim came up behind the man with the big flashlight, and
brought it down upon his head, hearing bone crunch. The man fell and disappeared.
Andrea saw the sailor again. He walked right through her.
Sharon: Something is happening. Andrea, look.
Andrea looked at the sailor. He walked into the middle of the street,
then turned around slowly to face all of them. Then with a deadly, ear-piercing
howl, he lifted his arms.
Suddenly Andrea found herself knee-deep in water. There was no dead
Andrea.
Caro found herself in a room slowly flooding. It was now waist-deep.
Sharon found herself cornered again, in the engine room. A sailor was
blocking the door out, the man with the crowbar was stalking toward her.
And Jim found himself dangling upside-down.
*snap/crackle*
Jim: Help me!!!
Jim could see the Queen Mary upside down in front of him. The cord
at his feet was slowly ripping. On the tower for bungee jumping, workmen
were trying to get the machine to bring Jim in. It wasn't working.
Andrea did what she did last time, and opened the door to the next
room, then shut it behind her. She ran across and tried opening the other
door. The wheel wasn't turning.
Andrea: Caroline!!!
Caro was swimming now, diving down every now and then to try and open
the door. The wheel was barely turning.
*Clang*
Sharon jumped away as the man brought the crowbar down on the machinery.
He turned to face her, and followed.
Sharon: Somebody help!
She went to the ladder from earlier, and began climbing to where she
thought was the way out. She did all the climbing around on the live engines.
Except there was no ghost Sharon leading her. She came to the same area
with the gears blocking the way out.
The man was right on her heels, and before Sharon could pick it up,
the man picked up the monkey wrench, the only thing Sharon could use to
survive.
Caro was now at the ceiling of the cargo hold, getting her last few
breaths of air.
Jim's bungee was nearly gone.
Andrea ran, dodging popping rivets that flew from the walls.
Andrea: Why is it always ME??!
A rivet popped, and Andrea saw it coming. It stopped a few inches from
her face.
Caroline swallowed water, and fainted, floating along.
The man knocked Sharon with the monkey wrench, and she fell backward,
right into the churning gears.
Jim's bungee line snapped, and he felt vertigo as he fell... and fell...
and fell... to the shallow water below.
The rivet stopped and fell to the floor. Andrea let out a breath.
Then, dead Sharon, Andrea, Caroline and Jim showed up.
Dead Jim: You bring whistle. Give. Use. No. Would?
Andrea: What? (pulls out her tin whistle)
Dead Sharon: Give whistle. Undo. Free.
Andrea: You want this? (hands the tin whistle to them)
The ghosts look to the left, and shunt backward. Andrea looks to see
a sailor, in full dress, cap and everything. He looks at Andrea.
Dead Jim: Whistle! Whistle!
Andrea starts playing her tin whistle, anything that came to mind.
She couldn't think of a tune, being in so much fear.
Dead Jim: Whistle!
Dead Sharon: Whistle!
Andrea: I AM! (plays part of Haste to The Wedding but messes up)
Dead Caro: WHISTLE!
Andrea: What do you bloody mean? I AM!
The sailor steps forward, and shoves Andrea backward. She lands on
her bum and rolls across the floor. Her tin whistle lands on the floor
with a ding and rolls away.
Dead Sharon: Whistle. Andrea. Have. GIVE.
Andrea tries whistling, still not getting it. The sailor comes up again,
picks her up, and tosses her. She rolls across the floor.
Andrea feels a sharp pain in her pocket.
She reaches in, and pulls out the metal whistle that she had found
on the floor earlier.
Andrea: Is this what you want???
The sailor doesn't answer. He keeps advancing.
Dead Andrea: Use. Save. Use! Use! Three! Use...
Andrea puts the whistle in her mouth and blows. It makes a loud, shrill
tone. The man still advances. Andrea pushes herself backward on the floor,
keeping away. She frantically blows the whistle again. The man still advances.
Andrea: What did I do to deserve this?
Andrea blows the whistle a third time, and the man stops. He stops
walking, and looks down at Andrea. Then, his glare becomes neutral as his
body explodes into tiny rain droplets, getting Andrea wet. Soon she can't
see anything, as the room fills with a heavy mist that creates a giant
whirlwind. The ghost versions of her siblings are swirling in it. 3 of
them fly through the walls. Ghost Andrea flies right into Andrea's face.
Then all the Corrs found themselves dry and fine, riding the elevator.
Caro gasped for air, falling to the floor. Jim cried out and grabbed his
head, expecting to find chunks of rock. Sharon grabs at the air, as if
trying to free herself.
Then they all look around.
Sharon: What the devil...
Caro: *cough* Are we okay?
Jim: ROCKS! FALLING! AGGGH!
Andrea is the most calm.
Andrea: Wow...
Sharon: What just happened there? First we were at the car, then I
was in the engine room, and I fell...
Caro: I drowned, didn't I?
Jim: Falling... ow, rocks, FISH! (crawls into the corner)
Andrea: The sailor wanted his whistle back. Remember the one I took
from the floor?
Sharon: That's IT? All that because he wanted his STUPID WHISTLE BACK??
Andrea: I guess so. Oh wait... damn, now I've lost my tin whistle and
it wasn't even my fault this time.
The elevator arrives at ground level, and they step out, except for
Jim.
Jim: Rocks... owie... stop biting, fish! No! Falling!
Sharon gingerly and pleasantly slaps Jim in the face.
Sharon: Snap out of it, Jim.
Jim looks around.
Jim: What? Huh?
Caro: He's okay now. Let's go.
They all go back to the car, which is neatly parked in the parking
spot it was in when they had first arrived.
Jim: Did I really just die bungee jumping?
Another enthusiastic jumper goes off the tower in a wheelchair, and
bounces.
Andrea: I don't think any of that really just happened... I think we
all went back and then forward again.
Sharon: I guess... something like that.
Jim: I hate this ship. I hope we never come back again.
The sisters smile at Jim's changed attitude toward the Queen Mary.
They get into the car and drive down the road, which is polluted with
pedestrians and cars.
Sharon: When we get to San Fran, maybe we can go to Alcatraz!
Andrea: NO.
Jim: If there's bungee jumping there, NO.
Caro: HELL NO.
Sharon: Just kidding.
The End
