Today, I was playing poker with Agent X and then some girl ran into his feet and we had to postpone the game. Geez, I nearly had $100! I had an entire game of aces in that game of poker, but she had to run into his feet... So, then, he said, "I'm going to have my revenge," and stomped off.
    Some stowaway stole my gun. Geez, now I can't see the size and weight of that pig I was thinking of stealing.
    I was so mad that I stomped around the ship until I went to the ghost room. Suddenly, I heard a whirling and the ghost appeared. It was the captain who commited suicide—at least, I think that's how the story goes.
    I was so scared that I ran all the way up to the gun room. Then, I had I brilliant idea. I took some rope from some of the hammocks and a gun and some bullets and went back to the ghost room. That time, I didn't hear the ghost. What luck!
    I was almost ready to snare my trap. I made a loop in the rope and then covered it up with some old papers that I found. Now, it was almost perfect—when the ghost walked in, he'd put his foot in the trap, I'd yank the rope and he'd be caught. Since I had my gun, I at least had a little protection and could run away if it didn't work.
    I waited for hours and hours. Suddenly, the ghost walked in and he stepped on the old papers and I yanked the rope. He flew up to the ceiling, caught in the rope. I laughed a lot, shot the gun at him, but of course, it went right through him.
    I was so happy that I jumped up and down and up and down and up and down and one of my traits had actually worked! It showed that I had ideality, because I worked hard to capture the ghost.
     Suddenly, something struck me—I thought ghosts were sort of like thin air, so how did the ghost's foot get caught in the rope? I went over to the ghost and yanked at his head.