Collecting Seaweed: Short Story

Turning the St Christopher across the mountainous seas on 16th October 1987 was a desperate measure. Barely able to hold her position bow-on, turning across them would expose the ship to the massive hydraulic force of the onslaught. The ship heeled over and over. A monster wave hit the upper bow door and stoved it in, bending steel like cardboard.


Down below there was an enormous bang and passengers and fittings were thrown across the saloon decks as the ferry listed to 39 degrees. The engines stopped. Total darkness. Somewhere someone started screaming.


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