Spooky Sailing Stories
Whether you were sailing like a witch or just ghosting along...
It’s October, so time for a few spooky sailing stories! Tell us about your scary moments afloat. Was it a thick fog, an encounter with a passing ship at night, a reckless jet skier, or just a sinking feeling? Send your horror stories (any length) to josh@smallcraftadvisor.com and we’ll share some of our favorites with readers. —Eds
If I were the ghost of a sailor...
I'd haunt an abandoned derelict sailboat with tattered sails, a rotting hull ripe with stench, moss hanging from the shrouds, and a seaweed garden with dead birds and fish surrounding the hull.
When a boat of kids would come by, I'd moan and scream and flutter the torn sails even when there was no wind.
If a boat passed by at night, I'd show two gleaming eyes through the portholes along with a hackling laugh.
If a rich person's boat came by, I'd tangle their prop with weed so they would fear hitting my fearsome boat.
If a sailing race came by, I'd dim all wind so they would have to drift by my haunted vessel with the sounds of a howling storm through the rigging.
And at Halloween, I'd come off anchor and drift into the harbor with my mast bright with St. Elmo's fire and spars glowing in blue lichen light, so all those around would wonder in fear...
If I were the ghost of a sailor...