Saturday, March 30, 2013

Mid-Watch at Sea

I woke in a sweat. The teddy bear fell atop me from the shelf above. It was quiet, too quiet. The water splashed against the ship’s hull, the porthole dark. The luminous dial read three past four. I waited. It was as if I had a premonition. The radio transmission crackled a desperate “Aw shit…no!” There was no mistaking the panic…

Five seconds is all it took. The tearing of metal grated into my

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