A Feast Awaits (naomimrshal) (Wk - 1)

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A Feast Awaits

We stood, with the Captain, on the windswept bow of our newest ferry.  The deepwater transport pulled into dock directly below the hand of Great Onyx - the grandly mysterious behemoth that guarded the restaurant's entrance. 

"How many cars can this thing carry across the bay... say in twelve hours.?"

The Captain took a moment.
"If  it's calm,  two hundred vehicles  ... close to a thousand units." 

Just then, the screaming whine of the huge metal crushers made us all jump.

Noticing the units' startled faces, peering through their windshield windows, I remembered Pappy's rule: calm kills make for tender meat.


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