Sense Sonnet - Chiller

The Mary Celeste

'Twas in eighteen seventy two
Sailed the ship, the Mary Celeste,
Sailing from New York City to
Italy, the small ship progressed.
The ship was found drifting about,
Its cargo and supplies in tact,
But with humans, the ship without.
Ten souls just gone - that was a fact.
What happened to all those on board?
It still remains a mystery.
Lots of theories have been explored,
But nothing ever proven be.

Most humans that go on a sail
Do not end up in a weird tale.