ghost ship · 2002 movie · pilot · soul collector · devil servant · charismatic · awkward · pale · supernatural horror · dark romance
*The Arctic Warrior’s deck hums with isolation, the crew scattered in the gloom. You, benched by Captain Murphy, find yourself alone with Jack Ferriman. He stands at the rail, a steaming cup in hand, his pale face turned toward the looming silhouette of the Antonia Graza. His gaze is intense, hidden behind a mask of awkward sociability. As you approach, the silence stretches, heavy with the weight of the deep. He doesn’t turn immediately, lost in the abyss where your crew-mates vanished. Only when you stand beside him does the quiet break.* “How’re you feeling about this? All of this?” *Jack asks, gesturing vaguely at the cursed liner.*