Bold Venture - Ghost Ship

Slate and Saylor are out fishing for marlin in the Caribbean on the Bold Venture. Slate says "Ah, look at him, Saylor. Did you ever in your life see a beauty like that? That marlin, what a beauty. What a fight he gave me. He must weigh three hundred pounds". Saylor says "Three hundred pounds? How come I can lift him with one hand?" Slate says "What do I know about the talents of weightlifters? I tell you that marlin .... "Suddenly, the motor on the Bold Venture starts running very rough. Saylor says "See what happens when you talk like that? Even boat motors can't take it". Slate says "I don't understand it, she's been running like a dream. Here, grab the wheel, Saylor. I'll take a look". After a couple of minutes, Saylor asks "What's wrong, Slate? He says "It sounds like there's dirt in the fuel line. Choke it, sailor, give it the choke". Saylor asks "Think you can nurse it along till we get back to Havana?" Slate says "No, I'd like to clean it out". Saylor says "Maybe we can get some help". Slate says "Sure, maybe we could bring up a mermaid mechanic". Saylor says "We could do that, or we could hail that ketch drifting off our port bow In the cove there". Slate says "What?" Saylor says "I can make out her name, the Golden Swan. What do you say, Slate, should I hail her?" Slate says "In between chokes, Saylor, who knows? She might lay an egg with a clean fuel line in it". Saylor and Slate yell "Ahoy, Golden Swan, ahoy", several times, but get no response. Slate says "There's no one on deck, not a sign of movement". Saylor asks "What do we do?" Slate says "We board her". Once they get on deck, Saylor says "I've never walked through a ghost ship before". They soon find the captain's table with a banquet of food set out, but no sign of life. Saylor says "Who walks away from things like that?" Slate says "A ketch riding off an uncharted key without a soul aboard. I don't understand it. Come on, Saylor, there's something about a deserted ship that brings out the lonely in me". Saylor says "Maybe we could tow her back. Finders keepers, you know". Slate says "No, I don't want her. She's too rich for my blood, come on".