PLEASE NOTE DATE AND ADDRESS CHANGE! Sorry for any inconvenience the date and address change may have caused. The previous restaurant required a minimum order for our party that I couldn't guarantee, so I decided to book at the Old Spaghetti factory Gastown instead. The new date will be Saturday, May 3rd at 7pm. Reservations are confirmed and under either my name, "Johanna", or "Coldspotters". Reservations will be given away after ten minutes, so please be on time! Hope to see you all there!
Ahoy Mateys! I have come on land for but a brief moment in time, to share with you some of the stories I have witnessed during my sailing on the seven seas. These tales are as cold and chilling as the ocean depths themselves. Ships like the famous Baychimo, Octavius, Flying Dutchman, and the Ourang Medan will be only a few of the spooky tales I will reveal.
According to widely circulated reports, in June of 1947 — or, according to alternate accounts, February of 1948 — multiple ships traversing the trade routes of the straits of Malacca, which is located between the sun drenched shores of Sumatra and Malaysia, claimed to have picked up a series of SOS distress signals. The unknown ship’s message was as simple as it was disturbing:
“All officers, including captain are dead, lying in chatrooms and bridge. Possibly whole crew dead.” This communication was followed by a burst of indecipherable Morse code, then a final, grim message: “I die.” This cryptic proclamation was followed by tomb-like silence.
So join me dear land-folk, if you dare, for an unforgettable night of Maritime enigmas. For soon, I will pick up my oars and be off to the depths of the mysterious unknown.