The water laps at the ships sides. As it gently rocks back and forth.
Beautiful catfighters arriving on board. As the material of the sails flaps back and forth. At times light shining through holes in them.
Then again, next time. They appear whole. As if the ladies have gone back in time.
The sounds of ghostly feet on the wooden decks. Yet no one in sight.
Now and then, the sounds of battles long ago. Echoing around them.
Brief glimpses of Amazon warriors, as the fog blows past.
Then the past masters of the ship gone again.
The sound of cannon fire, cutlasses clashing. As well as the subtle rip, and tear.
Of nails finding tender skin, and ripping clothing.
The Battling Catfighter, ready to head into the fog, and out to sea.
The ladies soon to find out, what may be, a cruise of fright, and catfighting. To go along with their fight to victory.