Microfic, late for Halloween
At first, we thought the trail through the distant nebula was just a asteroid, perturbed by the death of the star that had spawned the nebula itself.
Then we looked closer. And found a single trail, looping back and forth in a curved line that no asteroid would take. Alien life?
We sent a probe, with our best telescope. It looked, and found not a starship but a ship. An old, old sailing ship, it's sails torn, it's hull gashed and pitted.
A ghost ship, sailing endlessly through the empty night after the ocean it sailed upon in life had boiled away, and the planet itself burned in the heart of a dying star.
But curses? Are forever.
We don't look anymore.
