From: pdiddy@hotmail.com   
      
   Title: The Forsaken   
      
   Author: Foxglove: pstanford@vtown.com.au   
      
   Fox and CC own them.   
      
   PG: MT. A. X file. MSR   
      
   Feedback: sure why not.Be gentle. this is my first foray into fanfiction.   
      
   Summary. Legend has it that whenever a full moon falls on the anniversary of   
   the Siena's sinking, several lights can be seen out in the dark waters off   
   Prince Edward Island. These lights are nearly always a precursor to some   
   misfortune befalling the descendants of the surviving crew."   
   Can M&S stop the curse?   
      
   Written for the June Mulder's refuge "All at sea challenge" (winner)   
   THE FORSAKEN.   
      
      
      
   Chapter 1.   
   Basement Office.   
   J.E. Hoover Building.   
      
   "Laboring sluggishly through heavy seas, the clipper Siena struggled towards   
   the distant safe harbor of Prince Edward Island. As the crew scurried about   
   the deck, a fearsome wall of water some twenty feet high overtook the ship   
   from the southwest. Rolling through the violently churning waves, the   
   Siena's sails filled with wind tipping the craft sharply to the starboard.   
      
   The Captain's deep bass voice rang out over the screaming wind, ordering the   
   men below who slipped and stumbled over the nearly vertical deck to cut free   
   the massive sails that were slowly dragging the Siena to her death.   
      
   As the sea began to flood through the open hatches, the Captain realized   
   that his ship was lost and ordered the lifeboats to be launched. From his   
   vantage point on the upper deck he could see several passengers, all women   
   and children huddled together by the main mast, their wailing voices raised   
   as one in terror.   
      
   Crewmen immediately jumped into both lifeboats and quickly began rowing away   
   from the wallowing clipper. With waves continuing to break over the Siena's   
   side, the Captain ordered the men to return and take the passengers to   
   safety.   
      
      
   Noticing that the second life-boat was still tied to the stricken ship, he   
   grabbed the rope and jumped into the water, managing to convince the men to   
   return for the women, he clambered aboard as they rowed the craft closer to   
   the Siena's stern. Only a couple of feet separated the two vessels when a   
   large wave threw the small boat against the clipper's hull.   
      
      
   The Second Mate made the decision to abandon the passengers and head for   
   shore in an effort to save themselves.   
      
      
   The Captain's anger knew no bounds. He attempted to take control of one of   
   the oars, but his valor was cut short as another sailor brought his oar   
   heavily down against the back of the man's head. As the Captain slumped into   
   the bottom of the boat, the Second Mate sprang forward, cut the rope   
   tethering the two craft together, and turned a deaf ear to the screams from   
   the forsaken passengers.   
      
   No trace of survivors from the wreck were ever found, thirteen people   
   including five women and three children were dead.   
      
   Legend has it that whenever a full moon falls on the anniversary of the   
   Siena's sinking, several lights can be seen out in the dark waters off   
   Prince Edward Island. These lights are nearly always a precursor to some   
   misfortune befalling the descendants of the surviving crew."   
      
      
      
   "Mulder!" Scully's exclamation cut across the room.   
      
   Lowering the file he had been reading aloud, her partner looked at her over   
   the top of his glasses with an animated expression.   
      
   "Yes Scully?"   
      
   "Are you predisposed to believing every single thing you read?" She   
   enquired, raising a single eyebrow.   
      
   "No, not every thing." Mulder laid the file down upon the desktop. "For a   
   start, I have a hard time believing that...Gerald Ford...was clever and that   
   Ronald McDonald isn't the returning antichrist despite those creepy toy   
   giveaways."   
      
   One corner of Scully's mouth quirked upwards in a smile. "What did you like   
   to read when you were a kid?"   
      
   "Oh you know the usual boy stuff, mystery stories." Mulder's eyes gleamed.   
   "I had a real thing for the Three Investigators books, you ever read them   
   Scully?"   
      
   At his partner's negative shake of her head, Mulder continued. "They were   
   written by Alfred Hitchcock you know." His eyes lost focus as he delved into   
   one of his more pleasant memories. "The Secret of the Green Ghost and The   
   Mystery of Monster Mountain." He shook his head and smiled. "I wanted to be   
   one of the Investigators so badly, I figured with one of them named Jupiter   
   Jones, then Fox Mulder would have fitted right in. I think I must have read   
   every mystery story the local library had on the shelves, I practically   
   haunted that place, especially on rainy days."   
      
   "And I suppose you devoured ghost stories too, didn't you?"   
      
   "The spookier the better." He returned with a grin.   
      
   "Did you believe them all?"   
      
   "Scully! I was ten or eleven when I read those books, of course I believed   
   them."   
      
   "But Mulder, you're not a kid now, you're a long way removed from that ten   
   year old boy, you don't have to believe everything that you read."   
      
   Mulder laid a hand on the file in front of him. "It may just sound like a   
   fanciful ghost story to you Scully, but I have a feeling about this."   
      
   "Enough of a feeling to get Skinner to sign a 302." The skeptical enquiry   
   brought a smile to Mulder's face.   
      
   "Pack your passport Scully, we're off to Anne's Island."   
      
      
      
   Chapter 2.   
   9.13 am.   
      
      
      
   For Scully, the soft tenor of Mulder's voice and the light pressure of his   
   hand over hers was a welcome distraction from the reality of finding herself   
   squeezed into a undersized commuter plane headed for a small island off the   
   coast of Canada. She strengthened her resolve to ignore the overtly loud   
   engines of the tiny craft and focused on what her partner was reading.   
      
   "...originally settled by the French in 1603, the Island was handed over to   
   the British in 1763. In 1864, Charlottetown, the Island's capital city,   
   hosted one of the most important meetings in Canadian history, which   
   eventually led to the creation of the Dominion of Canada in 1867. Even   
   though Prince Edward Island was reluctant to join, it was eventually decided   
   that it was in their best economical interests to join the Canadian   
   Confederation.   
      
   "In 1908, Lucy Maud Montgomery's novel Anne of Green Gables was published   
   and after potatoes and lobsters, Anne is the Island's most important   
   product." Mulder dropped the guidebook into his lap and turned to his petite   
   partner. "You'll be in good company Scully, they love redheads."   
      
   Scully laid her fingers on the file folder. "Just what exactly do you hope   
   to find Mulder? It's a long way to come for a ghost story."   
      
   "Don't you think it's a little too coincidental, that all those instances of   
   bad luck I told you about seem to occur only when a full moon falls on the   
   anniversary of the ships sinking?"   
      
   "Not necessarily, bad luck could be just that Mulder, bad luck, how many   
   times has the anniversary and a full moon coincided?"   
      
   "The Siena sank in 1853, in one hundred and fifty one years, a full moon has   
   fallen twenty three times on the same date. In twenty-two instances, one or   
      
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