Beware the Pirates!

"Almost midnight.
Enough time for one more story.
One more story just to keep us warm.
In five minutes, it'll be the 1st of April.
One hundred years ago on the 1st of April,
out in the waters around Spivey Point,
a small clipper ship drew toward land.
Suddenly, out of the night,
the fog rolled in.
For a moment, they could see nothing,
not a foot ahead of them.
And then, they saw a light.
My God, it was a fire burning on the shore.
Strong enough to penetrate
the swirling mist.

They steered a course toward the light.
But it was a campfire, like this one.
The ship crashed against the rocks.
The hull sheared in two.
The mast snapped like a twig.
And the wreckage sank
with all the men aboard.
At the bottom of the sea
lay the Elizabeth Dane with her crew,
their lungs filled with saltwater,
their eyes open and staring
into the darkness.
And above, as suddenly as it had come,
the fog lifted, receded back
across the ocean
and never came again.

But it is told by the fishermen
and their fathers and grandfathers
that when the fog returns to Antonio Bay,
the men at the bottom of the sea,
out in the water by Spivey Point,
will rise up
and search for the campfire
that led them to their dark, icy death."

The Fog