Mary

- Mommy! Mommy! - Mom!

Get out of here! My babies!

David, hurry!

David!

Tower, Coast Guard helicopter 362.

One and two, prepare. One and two.

One VIP pass aboard.

Coast Guard flight, cleared as requested.

1020, 4-10.

Evening, Lieutenant. Lydia Clarkson, Atlanta field.

Good evening, ma'am.

Lieutenant Pauls. Welcome to Jacksonville.

God only knows what the hell happened out there.

Let's find out.

- Mrs. Greer. Thank you. - Ma'am.

I'm Special Agent Lydia Clarkson.

I'm going to be handling your case from here on in.

They needed some help.

I see medical already checked you out.

And besides some bruises and dehydration,

seems you're in remarkable condition.

My girls.

Yes, your... your daughters, they're fine.

And they're here right on the Coast Guard base.

Yes, I know that, but I want to see them.

You have to help me get to them.

I will.

I just need you to compromise with me

and tell me what happened on the boat.

We can start by telling me what is the last thing you remember?

Sarah?

How did you end up floating on debris

in the middle of open channels?

Sarah?

David.

He tried to fight it, but...

...in the end, he couldn't.

So I put her on the bottom of the sea.

Why haven't you told anybody this before?

Because they wouldn't believe me.

And neither will you.

Talk to me. What happened?

Evil needs a body to exist.

The body was that boat.

Center Jacksonville, this is Marlin.

We are on sea with what appears to be an abandoned vessel.

Marlin, Roger.

Request vessel description and persons on board.

Center, no activity or visible persons aboard.

Vessel is a sailboat,

shows signs of damage due to prolonged time at sea.

Name of vessel is Mary... Mike-Alpha-Romeo-Yankee.

Launching boarding team to investigate.

Marlin, Roger.

All standing by for boarding update.

Boarding team, this is Marlin, over.

Marlin, Marlin One, boarding sailing vessel Mary.

Clear.

- Thank you. - Thanks, Captain.

- Thank you. - Hi.

- You have a good time? - It was great, thanks.

Hey, Brian, that's a nice red.

- Hey, Tommy! - Yeah?

- Fillet Brian's red, will ya? - Yeah.

He's the best captain in Florida.

I've got this guy, David Greer.

Of course he'll work on the holidays.

He's my guy. He'll bust his ass for you.

There be our future charter, sire.

Come on, opening bid starts in 10.

Beautiful specimen.

German-built.

36 tons.

You know your ships.

My father had one for years.

Ketch was the first boat I ever set foot on.

Makes me feel like a kid just looking at her.

They don't make them like this anymore.

She has a soul.

Indeed. Just needs to find her captain.

The forecast, plenty of sunshine through today

with seasonal temperatures.

We should reach our normal high of 82 degrees

by this afternoon.

Mary!

Mary Greer, get out here and help your sister set the table.

I want a tattoo. Tommy said it didn't hurt.

Tommy has mutilated enough of his body.

It's all numb to him.

Mommy, it feels weird.

You know the drill, Crab Cakes. You gotta stop wiggling it.

It'll come out when it's ready.

But I want it out now.

Go, go, go help your sister.

Hey. Hey. How'd the Resmo look?

So cool!

Seriously?

Surprise.

Mary?

That's my name.

And her name is Mary! How more perfect can that get?

David, you told me were just gonna take a look,

and that was supposed to be the Resmondo.

I, uh, had to make a choice.

Got some distress, but she's pretty healthy for an old gal.

- Smells like dog poop. - That's rotten wood.

It even has some ramshackle on the deck, see?

- What's that? - Bits and pieces of other ships.

Even older.

This is the find of a lifetime.

- It's special. - Okay.

And how are we even supposed to come up

with the other 180, minus the deposit?

We sell the cars and we go from there.

Mike said he will come in as a side partner for 20.

Mike is supposed to stop you

from doing something stupid like this.

David! David!

- We have to be practical. - Practical?

Sarah, God knows we've been through the mill this year,

and I am not getting any younger.

I need to captain my own boat.

It's the only way to get ahead.

I can't work for Jay's scraps for the rest of my life.

We can fix up the hull and make this a family cruiser,

take people anywhere they wanna go.

And even better, it comes with a story.

Set sail on the mysterious Mary Gail, found...

We were supposed to have a fishing boat,

not a goddamn tourist trap!

Mary has to go to the bathroom. Does the head work?

I don't know, baby. That's an outstanding question.

- David, does the head work? - No.

Marina's closest.

I'll go. I need some fresh air. It's hot as hell in here.

Okay. There are spiders, too, just so you know that.

Yeah, sure we paid extra for those.

Lindsey, look!

What are you doing?

Look what I can do!

Mary.

It's $260 with the work.

We'll never turn a profit in the first two years.

Yeah, and it'll take a miracle to renovate her hull.

I know.

Look, I'm sorry.

I, uh... I should have called you first.

But there was, I don't know, something about her.

I can't... I can't explain it.

I was just... I was just drawn to her.

Why? It's a 50-year-old ketch

with a siren bust, and it needs work.

So do we.

I-I just thought that this was something

that we could finally make ours.

You know, something that could take us to a better place.

I'm sorry.

No, David, stop. No.

Please don't ask for my forgiveness.

I'm the one that needs forgiving.

I'm the idiot.

Please forgive me.

I do.

I have. Okay?

And you're right. It's a... It's a hunk of an old ship.

There's something about it that feels right.

It feels like us again.

In this boat, I see our future.

A future with a rusted hull

and torn sails and a clogged toilet.

And spiders. Don't forget the spiders.

So when do we launch?

Oh, God.

What have you got us into?

Hey!

- You ready? - Yeah!

- Mary, you ready? - Yeah!

Okay, rabbit goes through the hole.

- Yup. - Around the tree.

Mm-hmm. - Out of the hole.

And then... this way?

No? I know. I felt...

Takes some practice.

No shit.

Clear 220 to Abaco.

Make the turn at Harold's Cay at around 14 knots

and then full sailing into Hamilton.

Abaco to Bermuda, hell of a final stretch, Cap.

You know, it's all blue, and we'll have the wind at our back,

- inboard on reserve. - All right.

Okay, official family test run.

6:00 a.m., all hands on deck.

Aye-aye, Captain!

Argh, treading thee cursed waters

of the Devil's Triangle on a right ghost ship.

Jay, put down that Cuervo

and quit scaring my young'un to death.

I'm not scared, Mommy. I think it's cool.

- And she has my name. - Yeah, who was Mary anyway?

It's undetermined.