To mortal men, this ship would long be lost. No crew, good or ill, would come upon the Lady while it still lingered above the waves. The bodies of sailors were flipped over and checked for signs of life. Each time one was checked, a voice would rally back, "Gone, captain" or "Passed on, this one" and so on. All but one, an older man who found a boy bowed over the captain's wheel. Too young to be a captain, the man figured, but still alive. A cabin boy, he would wager.

"This one's still breathing, Captain."

A set of footsteps approach and a man all in black approached. He had no heartbeat and his steps made hardly a sound. When he was standing before the wheel, the older man pulled back the boy by the scruff of 'his' coat, so the captain could see the last living sailor.

The young captain had only one question. "Do you fear death?"