Submarine

Stuck on the Puzzle

I'd never seen myself as a man of war. Hell, I barley knew about politics. It was never of interest to me. That's was until the war started. The fear of a bomb any day coming and dropping on your head. That's why I stood here now staring out at the sea. My one hand held tight to the cold steal rail and my other delicately held a cigarette. I stared out deep at the aqua, calm waters. The sun created a harsh reflective white light that fitness the water a dark navy blue when it rushed and cascaded into waves. The sort of waves that if you fell in them you'd never be seen again. I pulled my pea coat tighter to my body in hopes of keep the cold frigid air away. It availed to no use. I sighed and flicked the cig into the water. I could already feel the pressure of the sea. Of what soon I'd have to endure. I hated it with every fiber of my being. But it was to late. I was drafted.
I tailed back the the pub I had left for some fresh air. The warmth inside left my fingers pained yet numb to everything else. As I passed hide grown men on bar stools that seemed much to small I spotted Matt and Nick. Matt waved me over, patting the stool seat next to him. I took my place and looked at the both of them.
"Where is Jameh ?" I asked Matt. He shrugged not being much help. I turned to Nick.
"I think he went of with some girl a moment ago. She fell for the whole soldier card I suppose" I smiled at his remark. I took a swig from the glass in front of me. The liquid made me feel warm from the harsh weather out side.
  "Well I think I'm going to go back to the inn. I'll see you lot tomorrow at the base. Bye" I said standing back up and clapping both Nick and Matt on the shoulder "oh and give my regards to Jameh!" I said stepping back out into the cold atmosphere.

  I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. From my stressed filled dream I had sweated so much my hair hair stuck to my face and the covers of my bed felt like a prison. I pulled them off my desperate to be free. The itchy covers of my motel made me feel ill and I wondered when was the last time they've been washed. I could see the crease imprints. On my skin proving how I had slept. I frowned at the light coming from the window making the pounding in my head much worse. I strained my eyes to focus on the light coming from the world outside. I could see the stretching hands of a tree outside. Probably the last time I'll properly see one for months. My thoughts were soon broken by the sound of knocking on my door.
"Turner! Get the fuck up or we are going to be late!" I scrambled up shrugging of my pjs and into my suit. Quickly I packed up my belongs. I was not going to be late on my first day. Racing toward the door I pulled it open to reveal a smiling Matt. "Ah good morning sunshine! Ready to go?" I nodded pulling my arms through the selves of my coat. We dashed down the stairs of the motel and into its foyer. There stood Nick and Jamie bickering over something. The room was white eased from the dull sky outside and the floors a dark wood similar to my room. Shabby.
  "Morning Alex, did it take you long to get him up?" Jamie said with a grin as he asked Matt in a mock women's voice.
  "Oh screw you! I didn't know what time it was!" I argued shoving him.
  "Alright love birds lets get going!" Matt said pulling us out the door. The streets were cold and no one was walking around. Probably because they were sane and knew what an ungodly hour it was.
  "Are you nervous?" I ask Nick as I walked in rhythm with him. He looked to the ground and frowned his brows together.
  "Yes, I think I am. I'm going to miss all of this. I'm going to miss not being 4000 below" he scoffs. I nodded.
As the docks come into view I see men hustling around taking things into the great metal beast. This was it. Matt nudged me.
"We gotta get into line up with our officer" he says pointing to the man who's name I do not yet know. We all approach him. I keep my head down, looking down at the sea warped dock. It smells of the sea and is covered in salt and sand. I could imagine it in it's heydays. I wonder if that's how I'll be after this war is over. Torn to shreds. Not myself anymore. A shell of a man. Suddenly a voice breaks my thoughts.
"Alex Turner? Turner? Is there am Alex Turner present?" I look to where my names being said.
"Here sir!" I say putting up my hand. I make eye contact with the officer. His brown eyes capture mine. He smiles then checks me off on his list.
"Next time , please don't daydream mister Turner. This is war you know son" I nod embarrassed by my own fault. I think back to those brown eyes. His hair flowing in the ocean breeze. That at ease smile. The way the navy blue looked on him. I feel myself blushing. Nick looks at me with frowned brows.
"What is it?" He asks looking about. I feel my cheeks heat up from being caught.
"It's nothing really" he doesn't seem to believe me but doesn't press it.
"Alrighty men! These are hard times! We are going on a very important mission! One where we might not come home from. We will be headed to enemy lines. We must all especially be on our best behavior. Now! Let's board! You should all of a card with your bunk and everything you'll need to know!" Everyone around us headed to their posts. Matt slung an arm around me.
"Here we go lads! To the sea!" I took one last look at the open world before voyaging into the dark depths of the submarine.