Inferiority Complex by Joey Millar

It always stings when the crews of other ghost ships laugh as we pass by. 

Technically, we’re as legitimate a ghost ship as they are. It’s not like there are rules on what qualifies. You don’t need this-many tattered sails, or that-many rusted canons. 

You don’t even need a huge wooden wheel from which to cling to while laughing maniacally in the driving rain (although I admit this does look cool when the other undead captains do it).

Still, it would help our street cred a little if the pedalo we died in wasn’t such a shocking shade of pink.