Tis the season to be scary
Morning exercise and teaser. Because, as you know October and all that... Captain Ross winced as he heard the shot. They were trapped, dead men. An hour ago they had collided with something as they breached the thermocline. What it was, Ross did not know. A whale? Some piece of debris from an earlier wreck? In any event, the leak and fire had killed most of his crew and sent HMS Revenge to the ocean floor. They had struggled for hours to effect repairs, till long, long after it was clear that they were doomed. Grimly, Ross had handed out pistols from the armoury to the fifteen survivors. He had given no orders, there was no need. The men had just nodded and taken the weapons, one by one. Ross looked down at the weapon. Slow or fast? Did it really matter? Now? He thought of Joan. What would she think if he, no, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. He looked at the pistol beside him and picked it up. “I’m already dead,” he said. “That’s right you are. So do yourself a favour...