[ WP ] It 's 2015 , and the Titanic has just sailed into New York Harbor .

'Roger that Moretta, over and out.' Fred put down his radio and checked his roster. According to his log the Croatian container ship was the last ship that would come in tonight. The closest thing he would have to supervise was the departure of the SS Anne at 7:30 in the morning. Fred grabbed his magazine and settled down comfy in his chair. He'd read a bunch in his magazine then try to sneak in a couple hours of sleep before he supervised the departure of the Anne. Graveyard shift was always a slow job, not much going on. Nice a quiet. Precisely what Fred wanted. He was getting paid double for working the night shift, but he mostly spent his time reading or sleeping. It was a win win basically. 
 
 
 Fred was halfway through an article on wooden doors when one of the monitors near him started to beep.'Goddammit what is it now?' he grumbled. To be honest he was almost dozing off and now this thing made him wide awake again. A green flashing light indicated the radar had picked up something. `` Please dont be another dead guy,'' he thought to himself. A few months ago the exact same thing had happened and it had turned out to be a dead guy floating in the bay. Well, most of a dead guy anyways. He had to stay all night, telling what happened to four different cops ('I was sitting there then the radar started to bleep, checked it out, saw it was a dead guy and called you guys' ) and then had to fill in a bunch of forms and stuff. All that for some dead guy. 
 
 
 He eyed the radar and his eyes widened. This wasnt a dead guy. This thing was huge. Couldnt be a boat though, didnt have a radio transponder or beacon or anything. Still, the radio was worth a shot. `` Erhm... This is New York Harbor to incoming vessel, please identify yourself. You have no permission to enter the bay or dock here, please identify yourself. This is New York Harbor, please identif...' Suddenly he was interrupted by the loud sound of a foghorn blowing through the night sky.'What the hell?' Fred dropped the radio and went outside of his shack to look at what was in the bay. No chance of this being a floating island of plastic. Floating garbage doesnt have a foghorn. 
 
 
 He looked outside and he could not have been prepared for what he saw. He had to think back to make sure he hadnt been using any kind of drugs but he was sure he was clean. He hadnt dared to smoke pot on the job ever since his boss almost caught him that one time. What he saw was incredible. A giant steamliner ship was slowly passing by him. It was like a floating apartment block passing by. 
 
 And yet there was no radio or transponder or pretty much anything that pointed to this being a ship. Looked pretty old to. Three giant chimneys puffing out smoke. Fancy barricades and windows and everything. This looked like a luxury cruiseship. But there wasnt supposed to be any more ships coming in tonight. If she follows basic ship rules her name should be painted on the bow somewhere, he thought. The ship was now halfway past him, so he had to run a while untill he reached the front untill he could read the name. 
 
'No fucking way,' he said. He pulled out his phone and called his boss. Th ephone rang for quite a while untill his tired sounding boss picked up.'Fred, what is it? This better not be another sighting of that white whale you claimed to see a few months ago.''Yeah so uhm theres this ship that came in that was not in the log anywhere.''And? Just tell them they cant dock unless they're approved and once they got the needed paperwork they'll have to wait untill we give them a designated time.''Yeah well uh the thing is this ship doesnt have a radio. Theres no way for me to speak to the captain. Besides its kinda supposed to be..at the bottom of the ocean. Boss what I'm saying is: the Titanic just sailed into our motherfucking bay.''Thats it Fred first thing tomorrow I'm having you take a drug test and I swear if it turns out to be positive then...' 
 
 
 But Freds never learned what would happen to him since his boss was interrupted by the foghorn going again.'What the hell was that Fred?''Well sir that would be the foghorn of the Titanic. If I remember naval history correct its to celebrate a safe arrival sir.''Ok so Fred I'm going to come check it out, just stay there.' 
 Of course I'll stay here where else would I go, idiot, muttered Fred to himself. 
 
 
 Half an hour later his boss arrived and the two men stood on the docks, gaping at the ship.'Holy crap it really is...''I told you.''Yeah but I didnt expect it to be really..' They could see figures appear on deck.'Who are they? What are they doing?' Like I have all the answers here, Fred thought.'Well they appear to be preparing to dock the ship, boss. They stood watching another five minutes untill Freds boss started calling his bosses. And they didnt believe it either, untill he convinced them to come take a look. And then they called their bosses, and so on. 
 
 Soon a small crowd had gathered on the docks, all watching the Titanic dock in New York Harbor. And then the ship started unloading. Planks were dropped and people started flocking off the ship. Except it they were n't really people. More like..ghosts or something. They walked and chatted like people but they wouldnt respond to anything the people on the docks said. In fact they walked straight through a part of the crowd. This was some really strange stuff. Fred tried speaking to someone in a sailors outfit but the man didnt appear to hear him. He saw someone with a captains outfit walk off and overheard him talk to a sailor: `` Bit late on schedule, but better late than never I suppose!' and they both bursted out into laughter. 
 
 
'So... does anybody have an idea to what we do about this?' someone asked.'Well actually I might have an idea. My cousin had some problems with his old grandma's house, something about it being haunted by ghosts or something.''Hah, ghosts, only idiots believe in that,' a man snorted.'Well my friend, how would you describe that,' said another, pointing at the docked Titanic and the crowd disembarking off it. The first guy didnt reply.'As I was saying, my cousin had some problems with ghosts, and he called some guys to get rid of them. Like exterminators, but for ghosts instead of for bugs. Told me they got rid of the problem in no time. Want me to give him a call and ask for their number?' 
 
 
 The men looked around and nodded. It wouldnt hurt to call some guys who might knew a thing or two about ghosts. It wasnt like anyone else knew someone with an expertise on ghosts. Fred dialed in the number and waited for the call to connect. What was their slogan again? 
 
 Something like'When theres something strange in your neighborhood, who you gon na call? Ghostbusters!' Well this was something strange in the neighborhood allright...
