Aw, this was a sad story. Pretty good, even for people who aren't as familiar with maritime terminology (port and starboard and aye and all that).
The story opens with our narrator George looking out into the mist surrounding the ship he's currently on. All by himself, he hears a voice out in the darkness, but this disembodied voice is unwilling to come near the ship, and even more unwilling with a lantern present. After getting the ship's master Will to come out of his cabin, they convince the man to come closer, and learn of his and his fiancé's sad, sad plight.
I was particularly pleased with this story after reading The Count of Monte Cristo, because of the open-water adventures. I mean, I wouldn't want to be a character in this story per se, since it's kind of tragic what happened to the young(?) couple, and I wouldn't want to be Will or George and then have to worry about having somehow been infected with this odd malady. I just like the idea of sailing off and having a story-like adventure. Part of me thinks I live too much of my life in books' pages, but the other part of me doesn't really care anyway. Real life's kinda dull usually.
I mean, I don't really know if this was necessarily a horror story in the same way most of the others I've read so far have been, but it was original enough and I enjoyed myself regardless. Nice change of pace, being set in the ocean and all.