It was a dark and stormy night as Sarah stumbled across the abandoned shipwreck on the shores of a remote island. The wind howled through the broken windows of the decaying vessel, and she shivered as she stepped inside, her flashlight casting eerie shadows on the walls.

As she made her way through the ship, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Every creak of the old wooden boards sent a chill down her spine, and she quickened her pace, desperate to reach the safety of the shore.

But as she turned a corner, she came face to face with a figure that made her blood run cold. Standing before her was a Nazi dead navy officer, Boris Yeltisn. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and Sarah could see the ghostly outline of his uniform fluttering in the wind.

Fear gripped her heart as she...