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Chapter 1
“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is the Silkenmist, %%WORD6%I92!” George Thurman flinched as another lightning bolt lit up the raging sea. “Silkenmist %%WORD17%I92! Last known position 78 degrees west, 31 degrees north. Caught in storm - engine blown!” The ship crested a wave, and plunged down the far side. George, pitching forward nearly knocked his nephew Will away from his struggle with the ships’ wheel.
“Taking on too much water, becoming swamped, Mayday! For the love of god someone respond! Mayday!” George paused, willing a response to come through the crackling radio. Suddenly, the door to the wheelhouse crashed open as Craig stumbled through it.
“Steven’s leg is broken! I strapped him down and piled blankets on him – is there anything else I can do Uncle George?”
“By God, Craig! Where’s your life jacket? Go get it and don’t take it off again!” Craig whirled to head back below, just as the ship careened into a deep trough, and was flung sideways against the railing. Will rushed to his aid, while the wheel spun wildly, causing the ship to keel completely over to port. Will was flung into his brother; the sickening thud as their heads collided was lost in the rage of the storm. The last thing George saw of his youngest nephew was the look of utter surprise on his face as he fell overboard. Rushing forward, George barely caught Will before he flipped over the rail as well. He then had to grapple Will as he tried to jump after him.
“No! Not Craig!” Screamed Will as he desperately fought his Uncle.
“It’s no good Will you’ll only drown too!”
“Better me then him! Craig!”
Hitting the ice-cold water, Craig never knew of his brother’s frantic attempts to save him. His last thought was how much he was going to miss them. Then mercifully he lost consciousness as the heavy seas pulled him down into its cold dark vortex.
Craig regained consciousness in the pitch dark of the storm-ravaged sea as he was slammed up against a rock partially submerged by the raging tide. Astounded to be alive, he clung to his salvation. Another tidal surge washed over him nearly causing him to lose his grip on the slippery rock. Lifting his head he searched frantically for any sign of the ship.
The full moon showed briefly through the rolling storm clouds, to reveal a beach about 50 feet away. Encouraged, yet nearly at the limit of his endurance, Craig waited for the next surge, let go, and was hurled tumbling head over heels to be discarded like a broken seashell upon the beach. # Choking and spluttering, he dragged himself up the beach as far away from the howling surf as he could before exhaustion claimed him.
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As the cold glow of winter’s dawn filtered weakly through the remaining storm clouds, three young fishermen made their way down the shore track to town. Gorn, the oldest, was of average height and rake thin. Possessing a rather stern nature, he was often seen with a perpetual frown upon his face.
Don't mind the first # computer glitch - lol g
“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is the Silkenmist, %%WORD6%I92!” George Thurman flinched as another lightning bolt lit up the raging sea. “Silkenmist %%WORD17%I92! Last known position 78 degrees west, 31 degrees north. Caught in storm - engine blown!” The ship crested a wave, and plunged down the far side. George, pitching forward nearly knocked his nephew Will away from his struggle with the ships’ wheel.
“Taking on too much water, becoming swamped, Mayday! For the love of god someone respond! Mayday!” George paused, willing a response to come through the crackling radio. Suddenly, the door to the wheelhouse crashed open as Craig stumbled through it.
“Steven’s leg is broken! I strapped him down and piled blankets on him – is there anything else I can do Uncle George?”
“By God, Craig! Where’s your life jacket? Go get it and don’t take it off again!” Craig whirled to head back below, just as the ship careened into a deep trough, and was flung sideways against the railing. Will rushed to his aid, while the wheel spun wildly, causing the ship to keel completely over to port. Will was flung into his brother; the sickening thud as their heads collided was lost in the rage of the storm. The last thing George saw of his youngest nephew was the look of utter surprise on his face as he fell overboard. Rushing forward, George barely caught Will before he flipped over the rail as well. He then had to grapple Will as he tried to jump after him.
“No! Not Craig!” Screamed Will as he desperately fought his Uncle.
“It’s no good Will you’ll only drown too!”
“Better me then him! Craig!”
Hitting the ice-cold water, Craig never knew of his brother’s frantic attempts to save him. His last thought was how much he was going to miss them. Then mercifully he lost consciousness as the heavy seas pulled him down into its cold dark vortex.
Craig regained consciousness in the pitch dark of the storm-ravaged sea as he was slammed up against a rock partially submerged by the raging tide. Astounded to be alive, he clung to his salvation. Another tidal surge washed over him nearly causing him to lose his grip on the slippery rock. Lifting his head he searched frantically for any sign of the ship.
The full moon showed briefly through the rolling storm clouds, to reveal a beach about 50 feet away. Encouraged, yet nearly at the limit of his endurance, Craig waited for the next surge, let go, and was hurled tumbling head over heels to be discarded like a broken seashell upon the beach. # Choking and spluttering, he dragged himself up the beach as far away from the howling surf as he could before exhaustion claimed him.
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As the cold glow of winter’s dawn filtered weakly through the remaining storm clouds, three young fishermen made their way down the shore track to town. Gorn, the oldest, was of average height and rake thin. Possessing a rather stern nature, he was often seen with a perpetual frown upon his face.
Don't mind the first # computer glitch - lol g