11:55
Almost midnight!
Enough time for one more story

A small clipper ship drew toward land
Suddenly, out of the night, the fog rolled in
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 eyes open and staring into the darkness

There lay the Elizabeth Dane with her crew

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
And above, as suddenly as it had come, the fog lifted
Receded back across the ocean and never came again

Twelve o'clock
The 21st of April