[Intro - Spoken, conversational, quietly amused] Artie, have you ever wondered what happens to a ship that never comes home? No wreckage. No survivors. Not so much as a plank washed ashore. Well, let me tell you about Le Griffon. [Low cello enters, distant water and creaking timbers] [Spoken - Natural storytelling, measured pace] September, 1679. A French sailing ship leaves the waters of Green Bay, carrying a valuable cargo of furs and six men aboard. But Le Griffon never reaches her destination. Some say a storm took her. Others suspected mutiny. Perhaps the crew stole the cargo and disappeared. Nobody knows for certain. [Music softens - Brief dramatic pause] And that's where the story ought to end. Except... [Spoken - Lower, more mysterious] They say that on certain nights, when the mist lies thick upon Lake Michigan, an old sailing ship appears out of the darkness. Her sails are raised. Her lanterns are burning. But no voices come from her decks. And before anyone can hail her... She's gone. [Low cello swell, distant ship's bell] [Spoken - Thoughtful, unhurried] Nearly three and a half centuries, Artie. And still, nobody knows where Le Griffon rests. Perhaps she's lying somewhere beneath those cold waters. Or perhaps... She's still trying to find her way home. [Brief silence] [Spoken - Dry amusement returns] Now, Artie... Would you mind checking what's coming out of that fog? [Distant ship's bell - Abrupt ending]
