The ship had always been a sore spot when looking out from the pier. It was rotted, broken down and overall, had the immense feeling of decay. The only reason no one ventured close and tried to remove the ship from its place among the sea was simple: it was haunted.

Well, people believed it was haunted anyway. The truth was, that the Scabbard was a very unique ship. Before coming to rest outside the pier of a medium-sized city in Florida, it had been coasting through the Bermuda Triangle. While inside the space, weird things happened to the ship. All of the inhabitants had disappeared, all except one.

It was a fourteen year old boy that had managed to survive, though he was completely different than what he had been before the Scabbard’s last trip. When the ship had finally come to rest in its current position, the ship had….changed. All of the hallways and rooms switched places at times of the day and elongated, making the actual interior of the ship the size of twenty-five football fields. The way the ship worked could be closely related to the Asylum in Grave Encounters and Grave Encounters Two. Only, this wasn’t caused by creating a hole between two different dimensions. No, this was created by the unnatural occurances always happening within the Bermuda.

Years passed and the boy continued living within the halls of the ship. There was no danger for him to be there, seeing as he was part of the ship now. He never aged and he never grew hungry or thirsty. At first, he had believed that he had become a ghost within the destroyed ship, but that was not true.

No, he was simply immortal.

The ship continued to rot and decay on the outside, but the inside remained pristine, just as it had been a five hundred years ago. No one ever ventured to the ship in those five hundred years. From 1513 to 2013 the ship remained untouched and against everyone’s beliefs, it never fell to the ocean and was swept away in the current. It held up against tornadoes, hurricanes and any natural occurrence that tried to sweep it away.

What the people didn’t know, however, was that every drop of rain, every gust of wind, did not touch the ship. Hurricanes passed over it harmlessly, tornadoes swerved out of its way. The ship had a field around it, one that kept it protected from everything that would cause it harm.

The boy never tried to ventured out of the ship. No, he was too busy trying to memorize every spot within the ship. This made up the five hundred years of his existence that passed as if it had only been three. By the time 2013 swung around, he had finally mapped out the last part of the vast ship, not even finding it odd that the map containing all information was roughly seven feet long and five feet high.

 By the time he let out a little ‘aha!’ as he finished, the ship was close to being bordered. A family of five was approaching cautiously, having heard of the ship for many years. They were constantly out adventuring in places most would call haunted or unsafe. The family put a stop to rumors, or enforced the truth. So far, they had only been stopping rumors. Unknown to them, however, is that they were about to enter the one place where the rumors were – mostly – true.

The family consisted of three children and their parents. The dad was tall, muscly and overall a guy you’d probably see in the next Blockbuster film that followed soldiers through extreme situations. The mom was petite and looked fragile, although the AK47 strapped to her back slightly put off that idea. The three children were checking the supplies aboard their boat, even the ten year old. The oldest was seventeen and the middle child being fourteen. The eldest a boy and the other two girls.

As they shut off their motor and the dad started giving out the usual pre-adventure speech, the boy within the ship was making his way towards his room on the other side of the ship.

He was half-way there when he felt the air in the ship shift and he glanced over at a picture on the hallway wall. Something he had found odd about the ship now was that the pictures moved and spoke, as if they were possessed.

“What was that?” He questioned, sweeping his shaggy dirty blond hair out of his eyes.

The captain within the picture was looking around with narrowed eyes, an ugly grimace placed on his painted face. “Someone’s breaching the hull.”

“What? Why in the hell would they do that?” The boy asked, his eyebrows furrowing and the captain shrugged.

“Where are they?” The boy asked, predicting that the captain would answer that question.

“Near the boiler room, they’re trying to get through that cracked part of the hull.” He answered and the boy nodded, darting off through the halls without a backwards glance. He didn’t even have to glance at the map he held within his grasp seeing as he had been passing that particular room for ages as he went to the other side of the ship.

As he ran towards the intruders, they were climbing out into the hallway of the ship, glancing around calculatingly. With the dad in front and the mother in back, they started traipsing through the eerie ship, rechecking every picture they passed as it looked like they moved.

The way the ship looked, it was as if it had been built yesterday. The outside and the inside were completely different from each other, that was for sure. In fact, there was even torches still lit.

“Wait….the torches are lit!” The mom hissed, causing all five of them to stop and freeze, staring at the burning torch with wide-eyes. Then, they heard the footsteps.

Pulling out their guns, five barrels were pointed towards the blond boy. Blinking at the five intruders, he stuffed the map into his back pocket while the five intruders stared at him in shock.

The boy was around seventeen, with shaggy dirty blonde hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks. His skin was covered in dirt and grim and his clothes were tattered and worn. Brown pants went to his ankles and were ripped and stained. His feet were bare, and by far the most unclean thing about him. He wore only an unbuttoned white shirt, that had turned brown after the years of going unwashed.

Hazel eyes were staring at the family with interest, wondering why they would venture onto the ship. No one ever ventured here, not after the crew members had disappeared.

“Why are you here, boy?” The father suddenly questioned, shifting the shotgun he held.

The boy narrowed his eyes. “I could ask you the same thing. You’re invading the ship.”

“It’s not