Conditional Reality

On the voyage across the ocean we lost our spirits one night as we slept. They fell from our bodies, slipped through our cots, breached the hull, and sunk to the sea floor. At our destination port we immediately hired a salvage boat to help us retrieve our ghosts. The crew steamed at maximum speed to the approximate location. The salvagers quickly deployed sensors which soon detected our apparitions moored in mud. We saw them on the salvager’s computer screens. The images showed phantoms too peaceful to disturb. We ordered the crew to abandon the operation and return to port.