farique, nice story...very interesting..I like this kind of stuff....
since you like it so much let me relate mine, which has something to do with the "sea" as well.
i was at one of the oil and gas platform when i met my roomboy, which was quite friendly person. as a matter of fact, im a very friendly person myself and i admit i meet more friends offshore on rigs/platform than i do in real life. This person make and cleans my bed and everyone knows he whistles while doing our beds. Recently tragedy struck and he passed away but everyone remembers him as the room boy who always whistles while doing the bed.
quite a while ago i just happened to be on the same platform again and i learn of his sad passing, they were refitting the platform with a new living quarter in which the old one where manually lifted with a giant crane.These living quater can span so big and high as tall as 3 floors altogether. The mess room boy use to stay at the top floor(3rd floor).While the old living quaters were being changed, preparation work has to be done to the base of the old LQ for it to be lifted away and replaced with the new LQ. During the course of this preparation work, the old LQ has to be abandoned, as welding work has to be done on the bases of LQ. All of the entrance were sealed and the electricity were cut off. It can be an abandoned ghost apartment at the nights, so dark and so quiet. A few of my men were working night shifts and they have supper at 12pm. two of these men were rushing some welding jobs on the 3rd floor so they decided to skip supper that day. It was pitch dark from the 3rd floors below as jobs were only done at 3rd floor with minimal lightings. while doing it, they hear whistles coming from the next room, coincidently the room where the mess room boy had stayed for years.They knew nobody were down two floors down as it was pitch dark, nobody in the sane mind would just loiter around in the 2nd floor or 1st floor which was pitch dark when they can have the luxury of doing something else. they kept doing their job and the whistle keep coming.they know for sure, i mean if you're working midnight and it was supper, would u be rather eating at a lighted place with the comfort of full meals or just doing nothing, sulking at 3rd or 2nd floor with them, whistling right? so they know for sure it wasnt human. it send shivers to their spine so they sped down 3rd floor and call it a day.
i wasn't told about this until the next morning.