Chapter two: Commotion on deck
She arrived on deck to hear the captain's wife gesturing wildly and shrieking. Delia's long, midnight black hair swishing as she yelled,
"Donovan, where the fuck are you?!" She whirled around, her tasseled mauve coat nearly smacking B.C. In the face while he crouched over an unmoving figured lying on the deck. The figure was covered in sores, bite marks and what appeared to be claw marks. An old sail was wrapped around the frail body.
Strangely, Donovan the eccentric doctor was nowhere to be seen.
"Here~" the sing-songy voice came from the direction of the life boats.
A black lace gloved hand appeared over the edge of the deck. It gave a queenly wave, disappeared for a moment, then reappeared to dramatically plunk a jar full of bloated scorpions, rat skulls and one semi rotted arm onto the deck. His long fingernails began to tap a stucattto rhythm on the steel deck.
"Why, A delicate lady like myself simply CANNOT be expected to climb up there all by my lonesome, can I?" Donovan's irritated voice huffed.
B.c. Clenched his jaw, and looked away pointedly. Beauregard Christoff Luberg or "B.C." was hired muscle, probably the largest hired muscle on the ship. He stood a walloping 6' 7", with hair as yellow as sunshine, and eyes as blue as the sea they sailed. He was kind of an ass, though.
"Just ga help the doc, ya fuckin' douche!" Pinkie, the tiny, pink-haired cartographer raised her fists at BC threateningly.
BC begrudgingly got up from his position over the body and walked to the lifeboats, and sarcastically bowing offered his hand over the side of the railing towards doc. A muted exchange, with both parties gesturing angrily, took place and BC jumped over the railing. His brown workman's boots make a deafening smack on the metal life boat, and a ringing sound reverberated through the air. Moments later, BC's large hand grabbed the top railing, and with one hand he hauled himself up, in the other Donovan was cradled like a princess. Once safely on deck BC hurriedly put Doc down. Doc patted his cheek affectionately.
"Thank you, love." The doc said.
BC shivered slightly and stepped away, wiping his arm like a child who still believed in cooties.
"Now then!" The doc clapped his hands excitedly, and sashe turned, his black ruffled skirt and petticoats dancing around his fish netted legs as he whirled. They swished dramatically as he sashayed towards the body wrapped in the sail.
"oh poor unfortunate soul!" He wailed dramatically as he knelt by the body.
He removed the stethoscope from around his neck with a flourish and pressed it to the chest of the bruised body. The doc's gaunt face tightened, his brow furrowing. He sighed, and sadly folded up his stethoscope. His expression grim, he addressed the crew.
"Gents, I'm afraid our subject is still quite alive. Which unfortunately, means we must kill him."
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The World After
AdventureA terrorist plot has flooded the earth, forcing people to become salvagers, stealing parts and artifacts from the bottom of the ocean. Young Mieli Tully is one such salvager, searching for her sister and step mother in an ocean that now covers 99.96...
