I matched its speed in my airship, the Hangover One, to take these pictures. The Ghost Ship exhibited no hostile posture; neither, however, could I hail its captain. Was there even a human pilot aboard? I never found out, as the ship eventually sailed into the fog and disappeared.
I shall keep my eyes open for future sightings.
In the meanwhile, I have been listening to recordings of a very fine wireless program, The Clockwork Cabaret, with the darling Davenport sisters broadcasting from their airship Calpurnia, escaping the fiendish clutches of CLANNG, playing an electic batch of music, and obviously having a grand time. The quasi-steampunk-themed wireless show comes weekly from a low-power FM station near the University of North Carolina, at the unholy hours of midnight to 2:00 a.m. However, thanks to the magic of the Aetherweb, recordings of (most of) these programs may be found here.