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Huh?

Doc Chops better not be wrestling a Kraken

for breakfast without me.

Oh, shivery tempers. It’s cold this morning.

Rain or shine, I’m always ready to battle a Kraken.

Huh?

A monster that bleeds white powder?

This is gonna be epic!

Hey! I’m ready for anything, Doc Chops.

Oh, it’s just flour?

"Just flour?"

This is scooterberry-infused,

Coiffawn hoof-ground croconut flour.

Save us all!

Hmm?

Faster, Greta, faster!

You have your hammer, Captain?

Great. Now you can help.

Hurry! She’s coming!

Who’s coming?

I was hoping you’d know.

Hugo looks scared and he’s a human torpedo.

Who are we running from?

The ghost!

Ghost?

Okay, so once a year,

the Mighty Windbreaker is visited by a spirit?

Hmm-mm. We know it’s time to go below deck

when the ship’s temperature drops so low

I have ice in my beard.

Dad, I don’t think that’s ice.

And that’s when Millie appears.

The ghost’s name is Millie?

I was expecting Perpetua or Exterminatoranda.

Millie does not sound scary at all.

You haven’t heard her wail.

She’s here.

Dad, you’re on Sprog’s tail.

Sorry, Sprog.

Millie wreaks havoc.

She sings and makes a mess,

then disappears until next year.

She sings?

Dad, we faced a skeleton army,

an evil immortal pirate,

Horatius’ temper tantrums.

Come on, Bo. Hmm?

Um, I’m actually with the crew on this one.

Spectral entities defy gravity

and twist the fabric of space and time.

They have zero respect for scientific principles.

And don’t forget the wailing.

- She’s here. - Dad, still Sprog.

You can stay down here, but I’m going up there

to tell the ghost to take a hike.

Fine. I’ll go with...

Ahoy! Take your haunting elsewhere!

I’m telling her to vamoose. Final offer.

This is our ship, and no one tells us what to do.

- Ahem. - Except for Dad.

So what do we do now?

Last year’s game of below-the-deck hide and seek

was a disaster.

Cause you kept stealing my hiding spot.

That barrel could easily fit two.

Hmm. Maybe Lana’s right.

About my beard? Don’t listen to Lana.

I do not store Snerks there for snack time, okay?

Hey, get back in there. I’ll see you later.

About the ghost.

Maybe we should send Millie a message.

Like a strongly-worded letter?

More like a summoning ritual.

A Gourmet Guide to Snerk snacks?

Wrong book. Here.

A Ghastly Guide to Phantom Enchantments?

I liked the first one better.

Hmm.

Millie may be a singing ghost,

but she’s not a punctual one.

Huh?

♪ I drift about from shore to ship ♪

♪ A spectral lass on a ghostly trip ♪

Millie?

♪ Through the Realms I like to roam ♪

♪ I wail and mow my eerie poem ♪

Millie...

♪ In corners where shadows dwell ♪

♪ My presence cast the frosty spell ♪

♪ Gliding softly through the air ♪

♪ You can’t touch me but I am there ♪

♪ I am Millie and I’m just passing by ♪

♪ Sailors hide from me and I know not why ♪

- Booh! - Ah!

Who are you?

I’m Lana Longbeard,

the captain of this ship’s... daughter.

Swashbuckler to the stars! Eater of pancakes!

Asker of ghosts to leave!

You wish for me to go?

Your wailing is scaring everyone on board.

Except me, of course.

I’m not wailing! I’m weeping!

-And shouting! -So are you!

No one ever speaks to me.

Now you do and you wish me to depart.

I guess you can stay for a minute.

Oh, yay! What shall we play first?

Pass the Slipper? Squeak, Piggy, Squeak? Hmm?

Wait.

Let’s braid each other’s hair!

These offerings will attract the ghost.

The salt will protect us

and we’ll trap her in the barrel.

How will salt protect us?

Won’t it just make us more delicious?

Do not question my method.

Now, we recite the summoning chant.

Spirit of the sea, from depths below.

To this ship, come say hello!

Does anyone else feel silly?

I’m scared.

And I thought braiding a non-ghost hair was hard.

I used to have a friend with pink hair like yours,

but I never got to braid it.

Is that what brings you to the land of the living?

You have unfinished business to attend to?

No. But that sounds like fun.

We could do all the things I never got to do before.

Like a kick-the-bucket list.

I’ll help you. But you have to promise

to stop haunting the Mighty Windbreaker each year.

I solemnly pinky swear.

Verbal promise it is.

What should we do first?

Hmm...

You find joy in fear, too?

You’re also a fan of invisible ghost singers?

We got the ghost.

But I don’t think it’s Millie.

There are two ghosts?

It passed through the barrel wall!

See? Ghosts have no respect for conventional physics.

This is Boomie. When you throw it...

it always comes back.

Or I guess it can do that.

The last thing on my kick-the-bucket list is

to spend the rest of my afterlife

with my best friend forever.

Great. Where do we find her?

It’s you, silly.

Hmm? Oh, no.

But what about your BFF from before?

Oh, Gwennie and I had a huge fight

and never made up.

So you do have unfinished business!

We have to find Gwennie.

I last saw her near Shediac.

Shediac? That’s where I’m from.

Weird. There aren’t any kids there.

But that’s where my grammy lives.

And she knows everyone.

All I’m saying is we’ve got options.

Lana will have to find her own ship one day,

so we can leave the Mighty Windbreaker to the ghost!

We’re not jumping ship, Captain.

We brought this ghost here. We’ll get rid of it.

Now recite the banishing chant.

Spirit of the sea, we make this demand.

Return to the depths where your journey began.

Is it gone?

I’ll start looking for a new ship.

Oh, my.

Do not look now, but there’s my old best friend.

Is she hiding behind that group of old ladies?

She is one of those old ladies.

It’s been 70 years, but I’d know Gwennie anywhere.

You mean Gwenadette Longbeard?

Lana?

Am I seeing a ghost?

For a second, I thought it was Millicent Shortstache.

You did.

Your former best friend, in the flesh. Sort of.

Your old BFF is my Grammy?

It’s been a long time, Millie.

But not long enough!

You come to return my battle horn?

When you find my marbles!

Huh? Are you two still mad?

It’s been seven decades.

Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder.

I was fond of my now absent battle horn.

And it’s not my fault you lost your marbles!

You traded them to Bjorn for a pie!

Enough! This is next-level grudge-keeping,

even for a ghost and a grammy.

The pie was scooterberry!

I hate scooterberry!

You two are acting like babies!

-Am not. -Are too!

I’m guessing back then marbles were just rocks.

And it was a pie!

You two were friends!

Make up, now!

Oh, I’m really sorry, Millie.

I’m really sorry too, Gwennie.

Oh, would you stay?

We could use a youngin, now that Lana is gone.

Thor the Thrill-seeker thinks our shenanigans are getting old.

We could do your bucket list.

Thank you, Lana.

-Will I see you again? -Pinky swear.

Verbal promise.

What in the Ten Realms happened here?

We accidentally summoned a new ghost.

And it’s in there.

Your ghost is a Gwart.

Never mind.