After the break, the Impala grumbles through the foggy night as Our Intrepid Heroes struggle manfully with their conflicting emotions in the wake of The Last Warren's untimely demise. Or something like that. I completely ignored this bit when it first aired, because it's little more than yet another rehash of the same "You can't save me, Sam" argument Dean's been making since the season premiere, so let's skip ahead to the next scene, shall we? "Absolutely!"
Ah. There. Much better. Sam and Dean acquired a squat somewhere within this still-unnamed Rhode Island town, and have holed themselves up so Sam might research shipwrecks (in a book quite helpfully entitled Shipwrecks) while Dean plays around with his off-brand cell phone in the deep background of the shot. There's an unexpected knock at the door, and it's Posh Bela, of course, there to mock their current living arrangements, and because I hate her, let's get to the point: Posh Bela's identified this evening's relevant wreck as "the Espirito Santo," which is rawthah an ironic name, don't you think? Oh, show. Oh, clever, clever show. In any event, the Santo was "a merchant sailing vessel" with "quite a colorful history," including tonight's relevant incident involving a sailor accused of treason in 1859. The unfortunate gentleman was tried on board "by a kangaroo court," found guilty, and hanged at the age of 37, which as Sam correctly understands would explain the thirty-seven-year interval between sightings of the ghost ship. Posh Bela's even managed to procure a photo of the sailor in question, and it's Damp Dick, The Moist Menace Of The Seven Seas, fondling a sextant in what are obviously happier times for his right hand. And I was most woefully wrong when I claimed his spectral self sported a hook where that hand should have been, because it turns out Damp Dick's seafaring fellows hacked off the appendage in question post mortem, so I was actually staring at a bloody stump in the deep gloom of that earlier scene. "Gore?!" Raoul shrieks, once again feeling cheated. "I missed GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!?" We both did, my scaly friend, because the one time they decided to dim the lights this season just happened to coincide with the only gruesome moment of this entire boring episode. "Those bastards!" Raoul howls, pounding an angry fist against the arm of his overstuffed armchair. "Tell me they make it up to us by having Bela's skull literally explode later in the evening!" Unfortunately, that is not to be, my long-suffering companion, so let's slog through the interminable twenty minutes remaining as quickly as we can, so we might drown our gore-free sorrows in vast amounts of healing booze after it's all over. "Sounds like a plan!" Raoul too-eagerly agrees. Lush. "Takes one to know one, missy!"