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	<title><![CDATA[WW2 Minifigures The Ghost Ship]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[The Atlantic was a graveyard of mist and mystery. Lieutenant Commander Jack Ellis stood on the bridge of the USS Eldridge, peering into the thick fog. His destroyer had been hunting German U-boats for three days, but the sonar had been silent. Too silent.<br /><br />Then the fog parted.<br /><br />A ship emerged-massive, gray, ancient. Its flag was unfamiliar, its guns unlike any Jack had seen. No markings, no crew visible on deck. The radio crackled with static, then a voice, hollow and distant.<br /><br />"USS Eldridge, this is the Bismarck. We request permission to come alongside."<br /><br />Jack's blood ran cold. The Bismarck had been sunk in 1941. "This is impossible," he whispered.<br /><br />The voice replied, "Time bends in the fog, Commander. We are not ghosts. We are echoes."<br /><br />The ship glided closer. Through the mist, Jack saw sailors on its deck-uniforms from different wars, different nations. They moved in silence, their eyes fixed on something beyond the horizon.<br /><br />"We need your help," the voice said. "A storm is coming, not of wind and wave, but of time itself. If it hits, every ship lost at sea will be pulled into the same moment. The past and future will collide."<br /><br />Jack gripped the rail. "What do you want us to do?"<br /><br />"Follow our bearing. Sail into the storm. Break it apart with your depth charges. It will scatter the echoes, send us back to our proper times."<br /><br />It was madness. But the fog was thickening, the air growing cold. Jack gave the order.<br /><br />The Eldridge turned, following the ghost ship into the gray. The storm-if it could be called that-was a swirling vortex of light and shadow. Jack gave the command to fire.<br /><br />The depth charges sank, then exploded. The vortex shimmered, cracked, and collapsed.<br /><br />When the fog lifted, the ghost ship was gone. The sea was calm. The sun was rising.<br /><br />"Where did they go?" his ensign asked.<br /><br />Jack looked at the horizon. "Back to their graves. Or back to their homes. I don't know."<br /><br />He never spoke of the Bismarck again. But on quiet nights, when the fog rolled in, he listened for the echo of a voice that had come from beyond the deep.<br /><br />And sometimes, just sometimes, he thought he heard it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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