The Caspian Arrow was crossing the South Pacific when the crew spotted something strange on the horizon: a pristine white yacht, floating still, far from any known route.
There were no distress signals. No names on the hull. No flag. But what really unsettled Captain Moreau — the yacht was immaculate. Cushions still set on the deck. A speaker quietly playing soft jazz.
They hailed it. No response. Just the faint sound of wind and waves.