The boat looked decrepit; cobwebs dangling down from the United Kingdom flag; a musty smell coming from the inside of the boat; frozen iceberbs hanging down making drips of water fall. I can’t describe how scared I am. This was the boat. The boat that was known to haunt people for the rest of their life if you layed a finger on it. I Â tried to ignore it but I felt like a lion scratching me signaling me to touch it. My hands trembled as I walked towards it. As I touched it there was a fiery, loud screeching noise.