“What in thunder?”
Captain Grogbottle’s roar echoed round the bridge. The ship’s engines of The SS Tintanium had suddenly stopped working. One minute they had pushing the great ship through the Ocean’s waters, but now they were dead.
Then the Captain began barking orders left and right. Worried-looking officers leapt to obey, pushing buttons, checking instruments, talking in urgent, hushed voices.
“Engine room, engine room.” One of the officers, wearing a telephone headset, looked up from his control station. “No response from the engine room, Captain.”
“Hell’s bells and buckets of blood!” Captain Grogbottle turned a flushed face towards the ghostly figure standing on the bridge. “Do you know anything about this?”