[ WP ] Sailors have always been a superstitious bunch . In the long stretches of darkness and isolation between stars superstitions still run high . So let 's hear a ghost story from deep space .

`` Are ya mad! You'll let the static in!'' 
 
 Captain Bridges slapped the radio switch into the'silent' position. 
 
 `` The static sir?'' I tried my best to keep my composure but this was the first time the captain had actually spoken to me, and to meet him with a reprimand did n't seem like a good way to break the ice. 
 
 `` How long have you had your brain jellied?'' 
 
 `` My brain... jellied sir'' 
 
 `` SPACE how long have you been off of a planet with real gravity ya green nitwit!'' 
 
 `` This is my first mission sir'' 
 
 `` Then let this be a lesson to ya. Don'tcha ever leave your radio runnin. Ca n't hear anything this far from a star system anyway. Anythin' that is, but the static.'' 
 
 `` Is there something wrong with the static sir?'' 
 
 `` Nay there be nothin' wrong with it. They say that the static yer hearin is the remnants of the birth o tha whole universe. It reminds us that when that static first popped up, well, everything we know popped up with it.'' 
 
 `` May I ask what's so wrong with that?'' 
 
 `` Well everything that's got a beginnin's also got ta have an end do n't it? Not the most pleasant thing to meditate on here in the abyss is it?'' 
 
 `` No... no I suppose not.'' 
 
 `` And lately'' Captain Bridges voice dropped to a near whisper, `` well lately it's been gettin' louder...''
