The small village of Billingthorpe sat on one of Paracambi's idealic islands. It looked just like a scene from some sort of romantic movie, clean crisp white sandy beaches stretching far up the coast being lapped gently by the crystal clear waters. At the back of the beach was a small woodland that separated the village from the beach itself, the sounds of children playing hide and seek only just audible over the swooshing of the waves and the cries of the sea birds that dive bombed for fish. It was into this dream of a world that the Germaine, a smaller sized cargo ship, crashed. The sound of metal scrapping the ocean floor before coming to a stop around 10 meters off the coast filled the air. The children intrigued by the new arrival rushed out from their hiding spots to come and see what had happened. The ship just sat, no one yelled down, no one moved along the deck instead the giant metal beast just sat. One of the kids darted back to the village to tell people what had happened and soon the whole of the village was out looking.
One man had a ladder and used it to clamber up on deck, cautiously he called out and approached what he assumed was the wheel house, it was empty. He was joined onboard by three other men and an hour later twenty members of the Coastguard, but even then they couldn't find a single sole. The ship was abandoned but undamaged for all intents and purposes it was as though the crew had just vanished into thin air. The Bakkermayan flag fluttered at the rear and so a call was dispatched to their government. It was a mystery that needed to be solved, the only problem is over the next 48 hours three more ships arrived, all with no crew.
