Chapter 620

Stella and Natalie had decided to gather some fresh seaweed and shells for their meals and crafts. They enjoyed the tranquility of the early morning shores, the gentle lapping of waves, and the cries of distant seabirds. As they approached the water's edge, their conversation was light and carefree, until Stella's sharp intake of breath broke the rhythm.

"Natalie, look!" Stella pointed out to the horizon where a dark silhouette was slowly taking shape against the morning mist.

Natalie followed her gaze and felt a chill run down her spine. "Is that…?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

"Yes," Stella confirmed, her voice trembling. "It's the ghost ship."