Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the sound of suspense. Welcome to the fear
you can hear. Even before Phoenicians first sailed
out of the Mediterranean and opened up the seven
seas to mankind, the rolling waters of the world
have boiled from their depths some of the greatest
stories of adventure, romance, and mystery. And
of all the stories dredged up from old Davy Jones
locker, I think my favorite is the strange and
seemingly insoluble puzzle of what happened to
the Annabella. How best to start the story. Oh,
yes, of course, why not? Let's read from the
log of the ship that found the Annabella, becalmed
in the doldrums. August 7th, 1865. Log of the
Penguin, Captain Brisket commanding. No wind
again this day as we drive through the dough
rooms, moving by paddle and steam to find becalmed
a merchant man named Annabella. No answer to
repeated hails. Sent Mr. Bascom to board her.
His report as follows. Not a living soul aboard.
The boats still snug in the davits. The captain's
table freshly set for six. The crew's meal warm
in the galley. All ship -shaped. The log records
an uneventful voyage with no clue as to why she
should have been deserted. Not a living soul
aboard. Not even a rat. What can be the answer
to the mystery of this ill -fated ship? I cannot
even guess. I fear no one will ever know. Our
mystery drama, Sea Fever, was written especially
for the mystery theater by Ian Martin and stars
George Matthews and Brett Morrison. I'll be back
shortly with Act One. The Annabella set sail
from Charlestown Harbor on the 13th day of July,
1865. Her captain was Josiah Adams, a huge and
forbidding giant of a man. The rest on board
were as choice a crew of cutthroats, thieves,
and murderers as you could set between bulkheads.
There was one woman aboard, and 19 men, including
the cook and two passengers. And the mood of
all of them was ugly. In the forecastle, the bosom
led to grumbling. I tell you, Briggs, I saw them.
Six of them. Running down the after -horser like
old Nick was after him. Six of them breaks. I
don't like it. When the rats leave the ship,
it's a nasty sign. I don't like much about this
ship. Seven men on the crew shanghaied, no cargo
aboard, and sailing on the 13th. Still, the bay
is good. When we get it. If we get it. Now you
don't think we're the owner of board? No, no,
no, it ain't Mr. Ames that worries me. It's Captain
Josiah Adams. Huh? Not much gives me a turn,
but he does. I'm big. But he'd make twice of
me. More like an ape than a man. Strong as one
anyway. More like a bull. As you might say, if
the liquor has a lot of his vitals, he's got
a scowl on him like the colic was at him. Colic?
There's no colic that's eaten him. Have you ever
seen him without his cap? How often does a folksill
hand see a cap and bareheaded? What do you mean?
This is when I piped Mr. Ames aboard. I went
to his cabin to tell him the owner was on ship.
He opened the door and I saw him. His head, bald
as a white turd up, and his scalp as chewed up
as the riptide off Chatham light. Who gets you?
They say he lost his last ship in Hudson Bay.
He was washed ashore and found his way back to
the state's overland. The Indians caught him
and... You mean... I... Scalped him. And he'll
live. You see? So that explains his sour face.
He mightn't be a bad master at that. I wouldn't
count on it. I think his heart is as black as
his skull is white. Don't forget the rats. There's
four bells. You're tricking the wheel. Best not
keep Mr. Peabody waiting. Come on. What more
do you know? Watch out for the captain himself.
I think you're full of wind. I'd best get to
the helm. You're afraid to ask the captain, Briggs.
Why don't you ask the mate? Just this way. Tell
me, Mr. Peabody, where are we sailing with no
cargo? Why did we have to shank high half a crew?
Take a right there, Briggs. You're late. Four
bills sounded and gone. Stand to the wheel. Aye,
aye, sir, Mr. Peabody. Mr. Peabody, sir. It's
like I I was wondering to myself as it might
be Where are we headed for sir? Africa The Gold
Coast I knew it. I knew it in my bones. You knew
it? Why did you ask? It's black burden. That's
what it is. Slave trade ain't it? The slave trade
is stiffed I believe Briggs. In America legally
But not in Brazil. They still paid fancy prices
in Brazil That's what it is. I'm not alone. And
if it is, would you object? Me? Well, if the
pay is high enough. One question, sir? Any further
questions or answers, you'll have to get from
the captain. Mr. Ames or his fellow passenger,
Mr. Rogers. After you've stood your watch. They're
in the cabin, if you'd care to risk it. Aye,
sir. So it's black burning, eh? Just what Christophson
guessed. Wine, Rogers. Sherry from Spain. Sharpens
the appetite before dinner. Something will have
to whet mine. This miserable tub rose like a
horse in mud. Well, you'll soon get your sea
legs. A small need of them I'll have where I'm
going. You'll need them to get there. To the
Gold Coast, Mr. Rogers. Uh -huh. The Gold Coast.
Heat and dust and flies and traffic and human
bodies. Slave predator Rogers. A fine job for
a fine gentleman. Would you prefer a prison cell?
The past is dead. I stole from you and was caught.
You let me choose whether to rot in jail in poverty
or in Africa in luxury. I chose the second. Now,
in heaven's name, let's forget the first. Gladly.
More wine. As much as you desire. There is no
lack of it. More than enough for the voyage.
If the captain doesn't drink it. Captain Adams
prefers a lustier brew. He must be the biggest
man I've ever seen. And that head... I, uh...
I wouldn't refer to it in front of him. He's
tender about that skelped pit. Oh, I wouldn't
blame him. How he ever survived. A tribute to
his magnificent constitution. The man is all
steel. Not all. What? Well, he has at least one
soft spot. Oh, oh, if you... You mean his wife?
Well, you know the old legend is that it's bad
luck to have a woman aboard. A woman aboard?
Are you trying to tell me that Mistress Adams
is aboard this ship? Why, of course. I thought
you knew. This is no place for a woman. Damn
it, Rogers, I won't have it. The woman must be
put ashore. I want to talk to the captain immediately.
If you want the captain, you'll find him on the
bridge. How do you know? Ah, my reputation as
a ladies man, Mr. Akes, remember? I make it a
point to determine first when the lady is available.
You'd better be joking, Rogers. I wouldn't give
that for your life if Captain Adams discovered
you toying with his wife. Wind's crashing in,
Captain. That's God's worry, and mine seeming
not yours. Hold it to the point. Aye, aye, sir.
Captain Adams. What is it, Mr. Ames? A word with
you, sir? No. What? You heard me, and get off
my bridge. No one sits foot behind the wheel
except that my orders are invitation. Give me
a sir, I take on bridge at your latitude. Take
what you will. My only concern when I'm on this
bridge is the sailing of this ship. Now will
you take yourself off it? I'll meet you after
the watch. Six bells in the saloon and you can
have your word with me. I'm afraid that's not
good enough, Captain. You forget... Order enough
or not, it will have to serve. Now will you go
below, or do I have to throw you off bodily?
What time is dinner cook? All captains have six
bells for you and Mr. Rogers and the mates. He
and his lady will eat later. Well, they don't
join us? No, sir. Really? Neither one? No, sir.
Curiouser and curiouser. Why is this lady so
afraid for us to meet her? I couldn't care less.
She won't be with us long enough to trouble about
it. Well, still it's intriguing. Whitey, you've
shipped with a captain before. Is it always like
this when his wife is aboard? Mistress Annabella
has never sailed with the captain. Ah, till this
time. And this time will be a short voyage. Tell
me, Whitey, what does the lady look like? Is
she fair? Dark? Fighting. You talk too much.
This is the last time I warn you. Now, hustle
those old bones of yours to the galley and tend
to your own affairs. You want to know what my
wife looks like, Mr. Rogers? Oh, a natural curiosity,
surely? Then let me satisfy it. Once and for
all, Annabella is as lovely as I am ugly. Ah.
And we are not to meet the lady? No, we dine
alone. Tonight and always. One further word to
you, Mr. Rogers. My wife is on board this voyage
because I've decided that I will never go anywhere
without her. Nor will she go anywhere without
me. We cling to ourselves, Mr. Rogers, and need
no other companionship. I want you to understand
this very clearly. You need have no fears for
your wife's privacy. For by tomorrow I want her
off the ship. What? I'm ordering you to turn
about. You could have saved time and trouble
had you let me tell you earlier on the bridge.
Turn about for where? Back to port. I don't want
your wife on board. This voyage has begun. The
course is set and it will not. May I remind you,
Captain, that this is my ship? This is my ship,
Mr. Ames. My ship. From port to port. Your ship
in the harbor, mine on the sea. My ship. Here
I give the orders. Here I expect to be obeyed.
In the name of all that's reasonable, man, in
view of our business, can't you see this is no
place for a woman? There's only one place for
Annabella. My wife remains at my side. But on
a slave ship. By my side, do you hear? By my
side. Now we'll hear no more of this. For by
the living God, owner or not, I'll clap you in
irons. So began the voyage of the Annabella.
Distrust and fear below and tweendecks. With
bad luck... hoving in the shrouds like a storm
gathering. Her bow cut the water with good speed,
but it was towards the wake the crew's eyes turned.
For the legend is that Davy Jones swims the wake
of any vessel marked for his locker on the bottom
of the sea. I'll return shortly with Act Two.
For the first week, the Annabella sailed south
east by south, beating down towards the tropics.
The crew still rumbled, and Rogers strove to
drown the irresistible temptation to try and
catch a glimpse of the captain's wife by drinking
steadily. Two things served to deter him. The
captain's wary vigilance and his fear of the
sheer brute strength of the man. But once the
ship veered due east and the mounting seas demanded
more and more of the captain's time on deck,
Roger's courage and desire began to grow. Well,
it's time to turn in. Really? What time is that?
Oh, eight bells. I'd take a turn on deck if the
sun wasn't down. Step. I'm from my bunk in a
book. And you? Oh, the only book I care to open
is the closed one that lies astern of us. Ah,
if you're wise, you'll steer clear of both the
Captain and his wife. And that Spanish sherry,
it's stronger than it seems. Good night, Rogers.
Good night, Mr. Ames. Oh, good evening, Captain.
Off to the bridge. Ah, it's making up some dirty
weather out. I won't sleep much this night. Patten
down tight, Mr. Ames. We may be taking some seas.
Are you now for bed, Rogers? No, Captain. I've
not quite finished the bottle. I'd take it with
me to my bunk if I were you. You'll be safer
on your back when the swells begin to lift. Aye,
aye, Captain. But you'll bring us through safe
and sound, won't you? I won't leave the bridge
till I know all's secure. I want you to sleep
sound this night, Rogers. Who man's the wheel,
Mr. Peabody? Hedgeot, sir. Soundest hand we have.
And the second mate man's the bridge? Aye, aye,
sir. Good enough. Follow me after. Right, sir.
Here. Help me to move this hatch. Here! That's
well enough. Now batten down tight when I've
dropped through. Make sure she's watertight.
Aye, aye, sir. I intended you to think so, Annabella.
Disappointed to find me back so soon? Disappointed?
No. But how did you come back? Through the stern
hatch. But why? I had my reasons. You're sure
you're not disappointed that I returned? No,
dear. You don't find it lonely shut in here in
the cabin? Well, sometimes. I'd like to go on
deck and feel the fresh salt breeze on my face
and meet the crew or the passengers perhaps perhaps
at least the passengers the owner of the ship
and Mr. Rogers isn't it you know his name whose
name Rogers you said it just now. How did you
know his name? You've mentioned it to me yourself
Josiah. How else would I know and And you love
me, don't you? Of course, Josiah. And you'll
never leave me? Never. Oh, forgive me, please,
my dearest. You mustn't mind my jealousy. At
Rogers, I see that look in his eyes. A hunger.
A burning hunger for the sight of a woman and
the feel of her body beneath his hands. Annabella,
you knew his name. You've been deceiving never
even seen the man. How can you accuse me of ever
forgetting? I'm your wife Someone's coming to
the cabin. Who is it? I don't know. Who is it?
Just what's in your mind? Whoever is I swear?
Go in the inner cabin do as I say Mistress Adams,
are you alone? Come, come, I know you are. I
saw the captain off to the bridge for the night.
Would you allow me to introduce myself? Thomas
Rogers, gentlemen, at your service. Can I persuade
you to share tonight's vigil and join me in a
glass of sherry? Oh, how kind of you. The sight
of a pretty face. A pretty face, Rogers? C -Captain
Adams! Mine was not the face you expected to
see. Oh, you see, I... I thought you'd gone to
the bridge. So you did. Won't you come in? Well,
I think I... I said come in! You wanted to meet
my wife, didn't you? Well, yes, I... I must...
But not with me present, right? Believe me, Captain,
you... you do misunderstand! Oh, no, Rogers.
The misunderstanding is all yours. Your first
sea void, you said. You should have said your
last! No! No! In the neighbor! In the neighbor!
My wife! Do you hear me? Mine and no one shall
touch her but me! No one will take her from me!
No one! Josiah? What happened? I heard... Snapped
his neck like a chicken, but I wanted him to
suffer. How could you? He was nothing to me.
No one shall have you but me. Josiah, aren't
you afraid? Afraid? The owner, the crew, everybody
on board. When they find out... They will find
out. No one knows he's here. He'd make very sure
of that. His body will go out the stern window
and into the sea. Men are falling overboard on
a rough night like this, especially drunken men.
No one will know what happened to him except
you and me. Trimmer a little, Briggs. You're
losing wind. Bring a nose up, man. God, what
a clumsy fool. Here, let me have the wheel. Go
on, sir. Your eyes, you've lost way on her. Sorry,
Captain, but the wind just bearded a couple of
points. Sailor should smell a wind chain. Yes,
but I wanted... Save your excuses. You think
you can hold her on this tack? Just try me, Captain,
sir. Here then, but keep her running, all right?
Captain Adams? Yes, Mr. Ames? I've a verve at
you below. I can't leave the bridge. Have I your
permission to join you? If you insist. I thought
you were below. Are you in my cabin? Well, I
knocked at the door. There was no answer. Were
you inside? Of course not. It's not my custom
to invade the privacy of others. My wife is resting,
I... I didn't want her disturbed. What is it
you want? Can we get out of this cursed wind?
I don't want to leave the wheel. This fool handles
it like a land lover. You can trust me, Captain.
I wonder. Come after the taff rail, Mr. Ames.
Leave the way, Captain. Over here on the lee
side. You'll find the breeze a little more to
your liking. You know, I've been concerned since
Mr. Rogers' mysterious disappearance last night.
Mysterious? A drunken sot who never found his
sea legs? I warned him to steer clear of the
deck. We did every mortal thing we could to find
this. Yes, I know, I know. But without him now
to leave as my agent on the Gold Coast, I...
Go on. Well, it's due shit awkward. Without someone
to recruit the next batch after we leave, there's
little point in continuing on. So, you think
we should put back for America? All the, uh,
nearest... port where I can pick up a suitable
man for replacement. And perhaps put my wife
ashore. Since you mention it, I don't trust women
too much in a business like this. They talk too
much. Just drop her at whatever port we touch.
I shall be glad to make sure she's suitably settled,
if you wish it. If I wish it. Do you take me
to be mad, Mr. Ames? Mad? Well, believe me, sir,
nothing... Don't you think I see through your
childish subterfuge? Leave Annabelle with you
while I sail off to the ends of the earth? No,
no, please, I... You, too, trying to steal her
away from me. But you can't have her any more
than Rogers could. Captain, you... Your wife
means nothing to me. I'll make sure she doesn't.
Just as I made sure with Rogers. And it was you
who... Yes, I killed him with these two hands.
And he disappeared. Just as you will. No! No!
She's mine! Only mine! No one can have her but
me! into the sea, Ames, like proggers. The sea
can hold her secrets. Are you all right, Captain?
I thought I heard a... Riggs, I told you to mind
that wheel. Well, I put the lash on it, sir.
I thought I heard a cry, and I... You said I
could trust you. Well, you can, sir. But where's
Mr. Ames? He's left. Why? Well, it was just that
I thought I heard a splash, and... You can trust
me, sir. No, Captain! No! Let go! I wouldn't
trust you with the wheel! No, no, Captain! I
wouldn't trust you with my life! Two more overboard.
Nineteen men the Annabella sailed with, and now
there were seventeen. Evil men, all of them.
And Davy Jones swam the wake, waiting for them.
For the captain, mad with imagined jealousy,
had crossed the line of sanity. His obsession
convinced him that he would know no peace till
everyone on the Annabella was gone, save himself
and his wife. I'll be back shortly with Act 3.
So the squall that blew up so suddenly on the
Annabella proved to be a full -fledged hurricane
that so fully occupied all aboard that there
was no time to question missing men. Indeed,
two other hands were blown out of the rigging
or shaken loose before the Annabella found calm
waters in the eye of the storm. Now again, discontent
grows in the foc'sle. The talk of a haunted ship
resumes. The word mutiny is on everyone's lips.
Mr. Peabody. Mr. Peabody, sir. Oh, Dinizerelli,
whitey? No, sir, it's... it's mutiny. What? You
heard me, sir. Mutiny. And about to break out.
Oh, whitey. Folks, those grumblings. You know
it's all talk. They wouldn't dare. Mr. Peabody,
sir, I've been at sea man and boy for over 60
years. I know when it's to walk. They say the
ship is cursed. Who, sir? The Bolson, Sir Christophson.
He says he saw the rats leave the ship before
we sailed. And for an old wives superstition,
he's ready to mutate. It's a great deal more
than that. There's five men lost already. I'm
aware of that. Most of all, it's the captain's
wife. Bad luck with a woman aboard, particularly
one that he keeps it away. Well, do they expect
the captain to parade his wife in front of common
seamen? No, sir, but they wonder. Wonder what?
Some say she's a witch. This is ugly as sin.
And some say she's sick to the smallpox. Smallpox?
It's aboard, sir, I'm feared. Now, you do allow
me. I'd best have a look at it. If he has it,
he has it. I'll put him in the lazarette so it
don't spread. The first thing is the mutiny,
sir. That has to be stopped. It has to begin
first. It'll begin unless the captain puts about.
You know how much chance there is of that. You
of all people. Yes, I've sailed with that captain
before. I always found him a hard man, but a
fair man. Not this voyage. Something happened
when he brought his wife aboard. He's not the
same man. I think the captain means to kill everyone.
As he did the owner, and Rogers, and Briggs,
I, and even Paget and Breen. And we're blown
out of the ricket. Perhaps, uh... Perhaps the
captain shook them loose by laughing. Why, do
I think you're the one whose brains are scrambled?
The men were lost overboard. And the two passengers
and brings... You just fell over, obviously drunk.
A wife took the other two. Then why is there
not one mention of any of them being lost in
the ship's log? That's kept in the captain's
hand. How could you know that? It was right in
the minute. Here in the saloon last night, I
was clearing the table. He left to get fresh
ink, and I looked at it. You can read? In 60
years at sea, you man, there's a lot of time
on his hands. I taught myself long ago. You're...
You're sure of what you're saying? On my oath,
sir. And by God, we'd better turn back. Now!
And not risk my neck to the hangman's loose by
mutinying. Maybe, maybe if you was to speak to
that captain's lady, she's the only one to influence
him. By damn you're right, Whitey. Look, go hold
off the crew until I see if the lady will come
to our help. Aye, aye, Mr. B -Buddy. Mistress
Adams? Mistress Adams? It is Mr. Peabody, first
mate under the Captain. Can you hear me? Mr.
Sardines? I wouldn't disturb you, but the matter's
urgent. Mr. Peabody, may I ask what you are doing?
I... Captain, I wanted to talk to your wife.
My wife is indisposed. She's a poor sailor. These
last days have worn her out. How dare you disturb
her? I... I felt the matter urgent. Attend me
in the saloon, Mr. Peabody. First, let me see
to my wife. Aye, aye, sir. Fortunately for my
peace of mind and your welfare, you did not wait,
Mistress Adams. Now, why did you wish to see
her? Well, I didn't think you'd be willing to
bring the ship about and head for Rome. You're
quite correct. I would not. Feeling sure of that,
I hope to enlist Mistress Adam's aid and persuade
you to change your mind. That was the only reason
you chose to disobey my orders? That no one,
no one was to approach my wife? What other reasons
why how they're indeed why would you be so anxious
to turn for home mr. Peabody Because otherwise
you face a mutiny captain mutiny I Damn I could
ask for nothing better than to cut down some
of the forward scum I didn't wear my pistols
at all times. I have a knife between my ribs
before this Mutiny, eh? And if they do, where
do you stand, Mr. Mate? I'm an officer, sir.
But unarmed. We'll remedy that. Fetch the second
mate while I break out the arms. Then we'll muster
the crew on deck and have this out. Aye, aye,
sir. What about the bosun? The stosun? No. I
won't put firearms in his hands. The three of
us can stand them off. Turn back! Turn back!
Turn back, rough pack of lily -livered swine!
I'll see us on the bottom first, but I'm now
hot to what I tell you. This voyage can make
us all rich. No owners split now. The profits
are all ours. Sail on with me to Africa. And
we'll all reap our reward. Why, deep -sixed in
Davy Jones's locker! Speak for yourself, Mr.
Christophson! For all! For both! This ship is
cursed! Turn back and we'll make it happen! You,
question my orders! I'd say to hell with your
orders! Mr. Peabody, sir, you know what's happening
aboard this ship. We'll sail under you! Would
you stand by us, sir? Well, Mr. Peabody, where
do you stand? You see where my pistol is aimed,
Captain? At me? I suspected something like this
when I found you below at my cabin. What would
you do now? I'll ask for your pistol, sir. I'm
taken over the ship. But I guarantee you safe
conduct home. And my wife? Your wife too, of
course. And if I refuse? Don't make me pull this
trigger, sir. That's just what I intend to do.
Don't come any closer! You fool! Do you think
I'd have handed you a loaded gun knowing what
was in your mind? Punishment for mutiny is death.
Well, who's next? Who else wants to go on trial?
I thought so. We'll smell the wind. The hurricane's
coming back to the rigging all of you. And reach
Salem or by heaven? Reach them yourself, old
bullhead! We've taken our last order from you,
you murdering devil! Go back to your cabinet
and tell your wife! I want you, Chris Dawson!
Captain Josiah, some are armed. You should never
have started this. Never started it. It's just
what I want. I want to be rid of you scum. Now
I have my chance! Turn back to where I will lose
her! Never! Never! Not a puff of air, Whitey.
The wake of the storm will lie here, wallowing
in... The Dole Room's for God knows how long.
It's as well, sir. There's scarcely enough men
left to sail the ship. What there is is dog -tired
enough alive. How many left? Timmons died this
morning. Four killed in a mutiny. One more lost
overboard. And Raj, who died in a fall from the
crow's nest. At least five, sir. Are they counting
you, Whitey? They're counting me. Five of you
still between us. We're woeful short -handed,
sir. Yes. I have a mess cooking for the crew.
Can I sit him down to eat? Huh? Eat? Oh, yes,
yes, of course. We must all eat. But first...
Serve all hands a double ration of grog, including
yourself. I'll put a cask of rum out in the saloon.
Oh, I'll, sir. Before you serve the crew, though,
set the table in the saloon. You are, sir. For
six. For six, Captain? Certainly. The passengers,
the two mates, myself and my wife. Oh, at last,
my darling. I can bring you to the table as befits
a captain's wife. For they're all dead. We have
nothing to fear from them anymore. Only five
left. And they'll be gone soon, Annabella. You
understand, don't you? It's all to keep you.
To hold them from taking you from me, beloved.
To hold you... Forever. Josiah? Anne, what are
you doing on deck? I'm looking for someone I
once knew. Who? Josiah Adams. You. But I'm here,
Annabella. Here. If only you were. The Josiah
I knew. I still am. With the blood of all those
men you killed on your hands. They stood between
us. And the ones that were left, those drinks
you poisoned, who are dying now. I had to kill
them so we could be together always. Don't you
see? That's what's tearing us apart. What were
any of them worth to deserve to live? Black birders
and thieves, riff raff and murderers. They stand
between us no longer. Only one thing stands between
us, Josiah. Why are you too blind to see? No,
Anne. No, I took you from America with me. We
can be safe on the other side of the world. I
can sail the longboat. Just the two of us across
the seas. We can scuttle the ship. And even if
she were raised, no one would know her secrets.
I've kept the log as though the voyage was calm
and uneventful. Let them find the ship. We'll
be gone. Tonight, at last, you can dine at the
captain's table, as you always should have. And
then we'll sail away. No, Josiah. Search your
heart. And you know it can never be. It's all
a dream. It's all a dream. Never. Never. Never.
Anna! Speak to me! Answer me! Call for her, Captain!
Call for her! Lady! Don't be afraid. I'm still
alive. But not for long. I thought you were...
A ghost. No. Only one ghost sailed with this
ship. Christ. You can't scare me anymore, Captain.
I'm dying. But your wife... What about my wife?
She's dead, Captain. No! She always has been.
Long before we ever sailed. No. Yes. Killed when
the Indians got you Dead for over two years.
No it had to be captain it had to be Nobody in
your cabin Never asked me Don't you think I didn't
know? Didn't I see her die before my eyes? But
I cheated death and I cheated him of her I took
her away with me to the ship. I had to keep her
alive. I had to. You had to kill all of us to
do it. Because all of us, alive, were proof that
she wasn't. It had to be. You're alone at last.
Or will be. All of us are dead. Save me. In the
moment of the callin'. I'll be alone at last,
and I can bring her to my table like the lady
she is. The table is set for six. But there'll
be only one of you there, Captain. Or five. The
dead don't mix with the living. There's only
one way to find your wife again. Only one way.
The last of them. Annabella! We're free! Annabella!
Where are you? Annabella! Anna! Come to me! Annabella!
Ha! Annabella! I know you died long ago in America.
But you lived on in my mind. In my heart and
in my blood. I thought if I took you with me
to the sea, away from the land where I dug your
grave, you could still live and breathe for me
alone. There's only one way to find you at last.
Oh, Annabella, forgive me, love, for all that
I've done. I'm coming home to you. 19 men sail
with the Annabella and 19 men went to the bottom
of the sea the ship weathered all the storms
But then a ship is a woman Which only goes to
prove that on land or sea? The ladies have the
better instinct for survival I'll be back shortly
in the green depths. I wonder if the captain
sits presiding at his table. But if he does,
there's at least one empty seat. For Mistress
Annabella died on land. She'll never come back
to the sea or him. Which seems fair enough, wouldn't
you say? He didn't exactly deserve a happy ending.
Our cast included George Matthews, Brett Morrison,
Marion Selders, Leon Janney, and William Redfield.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. Now, a preview of our next tale.
You spoil me shamefully. And that night, I spoiled
her just a bit more. by bringing hot cocoa to
her in bed. Oh, Richard, you shouldn't have bothered.
I know how you... You liked your hot cocoa before
retiring, only you can't get to sleep without
it. Nova Parker could have brought it to me.
Oh, no, this is something I had to do myself.
Drink it down now. Does it taste all right? Oh,
it tastes just fine. Now, that was very good
news. Because I prepared the hot cocoa myself,
and I had no idea whether 25 melted sleeping
pills would seriously affect the flavor. This
is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return to our
mystery theater for another adventure in the
macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.