Gather around all you youngins. Tonight by the camp fire, I'm going to tell you a tale, a Ghost Story of sorts, that occured not too far from the river's shore. There was once a wooden Paddle Wheel that traveled the waters a far distance from Grave Stone, attracting the not-so-good men and women with promises of riches from ill-gotten wins. The boat was known as a "sin ship", for not only was gambling a steady passtime on board, but other "not-so-mentionable" activities occured on its decks. One night during a full moon, a young local man, newly married, decided to see what "all the talk was about", and boarded the lascivious ship. He was quickly greeted by a few of the steamer's female "crew" and quickly found himself enjoying their exploits. Unfortunately, the young man's bride Mary snuck aboard the ship to see what her husband was doing. The sight of her husband with the female crew was too much for her to bare, and out of anger, she flung a kerosene lantern on the deck of the ship. Flames quickly engulfed the Paddle Wheel burning everyone on board to death.
Years have passed, and few remember the burning of the Paddle Wheel. Some speak of a ghostly ship that comes out from the fog each year on the ship's anniversary. Glowing flames can be seen on its deck, as well as skeletal appartitions of a few of the more frequent patrons, their eyes red from the burning flames. Those that know the tale call the ship Bloody Mary.