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Sirens. Sweet, seductive sirens.

I'm going with alien abduction. The beams they used to bring the sailors up to the ship is what tore one of the sails.

Nexa

Went diving and the oxygen ran out?

Pirates.

Krakens.

Well, I suppose even a single kraken would suffice.

Alien abduction. It was the old folks from Cocoon.

Nexa

Maybe it was the Rapture, and three old guys from Australia were the only ones qualified for Heaven.

They've most likely slipped into an alternate dimension. I'm betting one where bipedal sheep wear coats made of cotton-candy and rule the earth from a throne composed of the bones of their fallen foes, the nine-legged waggamubs.

I'm pretty sure it was Phinny. Some poor mage was probably going after her epic, and got caught by the seahorses.

I've seen it a thousand times.

I'm voting pirate kidnapping for ransom. It wasn't a diving accident. There was food on their plates and the table was set so they were about to sit down for a meal. That also rules out bad weather. Torn sail would make sense for pirates, warning shots. Other than that it's either A. Aliens B. They fell overboard and got caught in the propellers and are actually attached to the bottom of the boat.

Obviously a freak motorcycling accident

Maybe?

The voyage out of Arlie Beach was only meant to be a short wekend excursion. Three friends on a weekend cruise, and not a care in the world. Peter, Derek, and James had been planning this trip for months. Derek had poured his soul, and not a small chunk of his earnings into outfitting the Kaz II into his dream ship. The spry little catamaran was fast, with a fully stocked galley and clear horizons ahead.

On the first day out, The weather was great. the fish were running off the barrier reef, and Peter hooked a big yellowfin tuna. The large fish made an excellent dinner repast. On the second day, some minor trouble with the windlass caused some consternation, though Derek and James were able to repair it with a spare part from belowdecks. A passing freighter sounded its horn in salute as the small ship passed by.

They would be the last living people to see the crew of the Kaz II.

On the final day of their journey aboard the doomed Kaz II, the three men awoke to a storm. The weather charts for the area on the automated weather radio showed calm seas for hundreds of Nautical miles in any direction, Yet directly ahead was a huge black cloud, crackling malevolently with lightning around the edges.

The three experianced sailors immidiatly sprang into action, trying to turn their cessle from the oncoming storm and make a run for the nearny Perth coast, but it was too late. the storm came upon them like a gods hammer, shredding sails and knocking out all communications equipment.

For hours, the tiny ship drifted without power. Waves, taller than the sidney opera house crashed all around. Each one thretening to send the ship down to the deeps.

Perhaps such a fate would have been kinder than what lay in store.

in the 11th hour of their ordeal, Derek managed to start the ships battered engine. Power raced through downed systems throught the ship, and the bow floodlights lit the dark sea ahead. Just in time to reviel the shape of a dark schooner bearing down on them

The three masted ship glowed with etherial energy along its lines and tattered sails. Pairs of red, glowing eyes were all that could be seen of the crew. Their captain was a different matter entirely. Glowing with hellfire and cursing in some scandanavian language, He radiated pure evil from his place at the helm. The specter turned the wheel, and soon the larger ship was bearing straight for the doomed Kaz II. There was nowhere to run. The small ship was doomed. But as the larger ship passed right through the Kaz II, no damage occured to the ship. But her crew was to suffer a different fate.

For when the cursed ship left the Kaz II in her wake, three new crewman labored on the deck.

Cursed to wander the endless sea for all eternety.

On the deck of the Flying Dutchman!

Edited, Apr 22nd 2007 1:17am by Kaolian

tarv. . . After you sir.