The Mysteries of the Cyber-Celeste . . .

The wind comes howling, echoing through the open hatches as it sweeps across the deck. And as if in mockery, the wind emphasises the silence that lingers. The atmosphere is thick, eerie and uneasy, and the fact that something is not quite right is whispered upon deathly breaths from the holds. Cobwebs hang from the corners within, dancing with the breeze, their creators having long ago abandoned them. Lanterns, once lit, are dark and dull, there flames having drowned in freezing waters. They sway gently to and fro with the rhythmic waving of the vessel as it drifts across the watery expanse. And as it drifts the hull creaks and groans, sounding as if unseen feet are treading upon loose floorings.

To the discoverers, these unseen feet belong to the ghosts of a crew that once manned the vessel, seeing it safely across the dark oceans, but now it is abandoned.

The wind continues to catch in the sails, taking the vessel further towards its unknown destination, but these are ripped and weather-beaten, left untended in the hands of fate. Ghostly hands helm the wheel, turning it left and then right, in what ever direction the tides choose. The signs of life have been left everywhere, uneaten food in the galley, bunks having been slept in, but life itself is mysteriously absent.

The vessel is like a ghost ship, coasting upon the tidal driven waves. The disappearance of the crew, their surrendering to the deep, shadowy fathoms, is a question that will plague the world for centuries to come . . .


. . . And I bet you all thought I was blogging about the mysteries of the Mary Celeste? Well, in a way I was, because that is how this office feels today. At present, all that sits here are myself and our creative genius, Keiron. Drew has taken a crew - excusing the pun - to Germany, for reasons unknown by myself, two members of our Customer Service team are at lunch, and Father is also out on the hunt for food, leaving just us two.

So indeed, today feels almost like an unmanned vessel just leisurely riding the tidal driven waves, going with the flow, and all aware of the eerie, uneasy atmosphere that follows.

Just what has happened to the rest our crew today?


It's all very mysterious . . .



D. Ilott
Cybercheckout
Gridstop Ltd