Summary
When I snuck aboard the Ghost Ship, I painted my face to look like a corpse. When the crew inspected me, one of them used a bone knife to lift my eyelid. “Alive.” The deck fell silent in an instant. My palms were slick with sweat. I was already getting ready to jump into the sea. Then the Captain stepped out of the fog, his black cloak dragging through the seawater across the deck. He glanced at me. “She has died before.” I froze. Seven years ago, I really had nearly died. But only one person knew about that-a little boy who couldn’t speak.