I used to be the Cubmaster for a Pack in town. I took the boys to visit and spend the night on a destroyer from WWII. We were required to have at least one adult awake at all time which is called "fire watch" in the military. Around 2am, several adults heard footsteps on the deck right above us and what sounded like "Taps" being played. "Taps" is normally done at sundown and it was the middle of the night. A few seconds later, a WWII captain comes into the sleeping area, looks around and leaves. The committee chair and I decided that we would walk the ship and look for this captain but he was no where to be found. I am convinced he was a ghost because I google the captain's for that ship and someone that looked exactly like him came up and he had died in 1943.
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Stephen Arnold
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