Imrahil stood on the deck, surveying the fog rolling over the sea.
He favoured night watch, for it was peaceful, easy, and he had time alone to think.
His roving eyes stopped, widened in shock.
Out of nowhere, only a few feet away, there was another ship.
It made no sound.
He heard no splashing of waves against its hull, nor sails flapping in the gentle breeze.
The moonlight seemed to almost shine through it.
He knew that was not possible.
Uneasily, he recalled ancient tales of the ghost ship The Amroth Rover.
It glided by, silent as the grave.