#WritcoStoryPrompt14

The loud, hollow siren of the ship's horn jolted the sleepy, port town.
She emerged out of the swirling mist like a star making a grand entrance. Only she wasn't a star but a ship that had been missing for the past hundred years...

People whispered that the ship has now belonged to a witch. A witch that will kill you and eat your heart and hide your body inside her cursed ship.

The ship came everyday, much to the chagrin of the town people. People always knew when she will appear. Witches, pah, people spat, always one for glamour and glory. How dare she, both the grieving old and spiteful youth cried, pull up her ship, making it cut through the ominous fog like it was a saviour rather than a punishment. Like the ship will take them away from the mundane town rather than steal them from their families, their lives.

It was not like the kingdom didn't try to fight the witch back, send her to...