Dead Men's Voyage
Josh looked on with a kind of pride plastered on his face as the 'Freedom' floated on the waters giving off an ominous glow. He could feel the many different souls that had soaked into the wood and been stitched to gather into a new kind of existence. One that was entirely subservient to himself. A loud laugh full of mirth made him jolt as he looked at the hulking figure of Sigrun.
"Excellent! Truly excellent! You are a complete natural at this!" The leviathan laughed at the progress his so-called student had made.
"Thank you," Josh replied, not knowing what else to say at a time like this.
"Come now! Don't be so modest! It usually takes one of your kind a few years to achieve such a result! I never would have imagined that something like this would be possible so soon!"
"Is that so?" Josh looked at his new haunted ship in a new light. He finally had something in his life to truly be proud of.