Ghost Whisperer 2
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan7
Chapter 1: Honeymoon
Ed and Ellen held hands as the Gulfstream G650 ascended up through the thick, gray blanket of clouds around Seattle. The hum of the engines was a low thrum beneath the vast, silent cabin. They were the only two passengers aboard, and the sheer spaciousness was overwhelming.
The plush, buttery leather of their seats seemed to swallow them whole, a decadent embrace. Ed studied the buttons on the armrest, the monitor showing a map of their route, and the expanse of room.
Ellen smiled and looked at Ed. This was her dream come true. Her happy ever after. She’d married her hero, and they were on their way to a sun-drenched honeymoon together.
Soon, the crisp, clear voice of the captain cut through their reverie, amplified by the intercom: “This is your captain. We’ve reached cruising altitude of 35,000 feet, and I’ve turned off the seatbelt sign. You may now move about the cabin. Our journey should take us about eight hours to Antigua, and we’ll arrive there in the morning. Meanwhile, your flight attendant will be with you to take care of your needs.”
Ed turned to Ellen, his voice filled with wonder. “This is amazing!”
“Yes. I haven’t seen this plane before. I’ve not even flown before.”
“Me neither! I mean, I once went to Disneyland, but that was in coach. This is incredible.”
Just then, a figure appeared, sharp and impeccably dressed. Their flight attendant glided towards them, a gleaming tray bearing two flutes of chilled champagne held steady. Only the soft clinking of glasses broke the silence when she set them down before them.
“My name is Anita, and it’s my job to take care of you for the flight. If there’s anything you’d like, you press the call button on your armrest. We carry a wide selection of food and drink, based on your preferences provided by your PA,” she said in a warm tone.
“Thank you,” said Ellen, her eyes sparkling.
“And, since we’re flying through the night, I’ve prepared the bedroom suite in case you want more privacy or a chance to get some rest. Just call if there’s anything you’d like. The captain will announce on the intercom before landing.”
Ellen glanced at Ed, a playful gleam in her eyes.
“Yes, thank you, Anita,” said Ed.
Anita bowed slightly and disappeared as smoothly as she had arrived.
“Wow!” Ed whispered, his gaze sweeping around the opulent cabin.
“Yep!” Ellen agreed, a delighted sigh escaping her lips.
Ed lifted the cool, crystal glass and took a sip of his champagne; the crisp, effervescent liquid a delightful surprise against his tongue. The ride was so smooth it was like gliding on air, unlike what he’d expected. He drank little alcohol, but this was a special occasion. Ellen picked up her glass, and they clinked glasses.
“To us,” she said, her voice a soft melody.
Although their plane had more to explore, they remained in the plush leather seats. Ed felt pleasantly weary after the wedding and meeting all his friends. These seats were amazing. He played with the controls for the vibrating massage feature.
“Having fun?” Ellen’s voice, laced with amusement, cut through the quiet.
“Yes, I am. This is amazing!”
“This is our plane,” she said, her hand resting on his knee. “We can travel anywhere around the world in it.”
“Do you want to travel?”
“Sure. With you.” The simple affirmation brought a smile to his face.
“Of course. But we’re going to the Caribbean. We can discuss other places later.”
“Yes, dear.”
They continued to hold hands and fell asleep together.
While they slept, a ghost floated up through the floor and surveyed the cabin. He saw the two sleeping passengers and smiled. Then he sank back through the floor and into the baggage compartment.
Later, Ed heard the captain’s voice on the intercom. “Sorry to disturb your rest, but we’ll be arriving in Antigua in about an hour. Your flight attendant will serve breakfast for you shortly.”
The ambient light in the salon, previously dim and soft, bloomed into a brighter, more cheerful glow. Ed noticed they still held hands, a warm, familiar pressure. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.
Ellen opened her eyes and looked at him. “Good morning, husband.”
“Good morning, love. We fell asleep in our seats and never got to see the bedroom. We’re almost there,” Ed murmured, the lingering fuzziness of sleep still clinging to him.
Before she could reply, the flight attendant, Anita, arrived with a quiet rustle of movement, preparing the table in front of them for breakfast.
Soon, the rich, dark aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of ceramic cups and the sight of a small platter piled with flaky pastries.
“Thank you, Anita,” said Ed.
Anita nodded and departed. Ellen poured two cups of coffee.
Ed raised a nearby blind and looked out the window. The morning sun, dazzlingly bright, assaulted his eyes. He quickly lowered the blind and picked up his own coffee cup.
“This tastes like our coffee back home!” he said, the familiar, robust flavor a welcome surprise.
“My PA told them,” Ellen explained softly. “Once they learn of something you like, they ensure you get more of it.”
A sense of effortless luxury settled over Ed. “We’ll never have to shop for groceries again.”
“Unless you like shopping for groceries. We have staff managing that.”
“Right,” Ed sipped his coffee.
Soon, Ed rose from his seat. “I’ll be back soon. Just going to the washroom.”
He padded down the aisle, the carpet silencing his footsteps. The washroom’s opulence rivaled that of the mansion back home. The gleam of polished fixtures and the scent of subtle, clean fragrance greeted him. Miraculously, someone had laid out his razor and toothbrush for him! After he freshened up, he returned to his seat.
“The bathroom is amazing!” he said.
“Further back there’s a shower. If you wanted, we could shower and change.”
“Perhaps next time. I think we’re out of time.”
Ellen smiled, her eyes sparkling. She rose and walked back down the aisle. Ed played with the map on the large screen, showing where the plane was.
Soon Ellen reappeared.
Anita arrived once more and cleared the table. “I have to prepare for landing. You can keep your coffee cups if you like for now.”
They both held onto their warm cups.
The captain announced on the intercom, “We’re on final approach for V. C. Bird International Airport; please fasten your seat belts.”
Anita returned, her movements efficient, and took away their empty coffee cups.
Soon, the plane was on the tarmac.
“That was a gentle landing,” said Ed.
“Yes, nicely done.”
They waited while the plane taxied to a hangar.
The sleek Gulfstream G650 taxied to a halt before a vast, echoing hangar. Ed looked out the window, his eyes catching the glint of two black SUVs parked nearby.
The captain announced on the intercom, “We’ll be ready for you to deplane in just a couple of minutes.”
Ed and Ellen unbuckled their seat belts. Ed’s mind was a whirl, unsure about their luggage.
Just then, Anita appeared, a welcoming figure ready to escort them.
The captain and co-pilot, crisp in their uniforms, stood by the exit.
“Thank you for the pleasant flight,” Ed offered.
“Our pleasure. We’ll be here for the duration until you’re ready to return home,” the captain replied smoothly.
Ed stepped out of the doorway, onto the steps, and surveyed the scene. Below him were two black SUVs and the silent phalanx of security guards, all wearing dark glasses. An official in uniform stood talking with the security guards. The sunlight was bright and already extremely hot.
Ellen stepped out beside him. “We’re here.”
They descended the stairs. Ed watched as people bustled, transferring luggage from the plane into one SUV. A security guard opened the rear door of the other SUV.
Ed followed Ellen into the cool, dark interior. The heavy door clicked shut, and the sudden rush of chilled air from the air conditioning was a welcome relief.
“Don’t we go through customs and immigration?” asked Ed.
“Already done, dear. That was the official out there.”
“Oh, okay.”
Soon, the two SUVs departed the airport.
Minutes later, the ghost floated out of the baggage compartment. He scanned the airport for a few moments, then floated off towards St. John’s, the island’s capital.
Five minutes after they left the airport, the two SUVs arrived at a busy marina.
“This is English Harbour,” said the driver.
Two security guards exited first, before opening the door for them to exit.
The air at the busy marina hummed with the low thrum of engines and the distant cry of gulls. The salty tang of the sea mingled with the faint, oily scent of diesel fuel.
Ellen and Ed followed the two security guards along a pier to a large berth. There, gleaming in the sunlight, sat the boat, or rather, the ship. It was huge; its white hull a blinding contrast to the deep blue of the water. On the side was the name Mystic.
“Wow!” said Ed, his voice filled with awe.
Ellen smiled. “I chose the name Mystic for you. I hope you like it.”
“That’s perfect! I love it!” Ed’s voice was thick with emotion as he hugged Ellen.
They approached the ship’s side entrance. The captain and crew waited there to greet them.
“Good morning. Welcome aboard the Mystic. My name is Captain Leo,” the captain said, his voice smooth and resonant.
“Thank you, Captain. I’m Ellen, and this is my husband Ed,” said Ellen. Ed and Ellen stepped aboard.
“Perhaps I can give you a brief tour before we depart?” Captain Leo offered.
“Thank you. That would be nice.”
Captain Leo escorted them around the ship. He showed them the main common areas and some staterooms, each a picture of luxurious comfort. They visited the engine room, a pristine space alive with the deep, steady rumble of the engines, and the bridge, where a panoramic view of the harbor stretched out before them, sunlight glinting off the controls.
Ed looked out over a balcony, the gentle sea breeze ruffling his hair, and noticed people bustling below, bringing their luggage aboard.
“Today, I recommend a quiet cove, about two hours from here. The crew will set up various water toys for your amusement. I anticipated you might have some jet lag. Your participation is optional,” said Captain Leo.
“That sounds perfect, thank you, Captain,” said Ellen.
“Also, the chef has your food preferences and is keen to impress you both.”
“Hmm, I look forward to that.”
Captain Leo finished the tour at their “owner’s suite”. He left to arrange sailing to the “quiet cove”.
Their suite was vast, featuring a huge full-beam bedroom, enormous bathrooms with the faint, clean scent of expensive soap, and walk-in closets. Ed noticed a maid unpacking their belongings with quiet efficiency. In the bathroom, he saw his razor and toothbrush laid out neatly.
Ellen walked out of the bedroom and onto a private terrace, complete with a steaming hot tub.
The maid finished unpacking and turned to Ed. “Sir, I’ve unpacked everything. For service, day or night, please press 1 on the intercom.”
“Thank you, er...”
“Florence, Sir.”
“Thank you, Florence.”