As I stepped out of my cabin and onto the S.S. Sultry. The S.S. Sultry's crew were all looking down at their feet to afraid to look me in the eye. As slowly walked by each of them. I noticed as I did each one slowly lifted their heads to get a glimpse of my magnificence. It's as if I read their minds. They were probably thinking something like “oh god it’s no wonder we lost to him," "
"Hell he could have beat us with a row boat” or “oh I’m not gay but I would consider it a honor to be raped by that man”
I continued to pass the defeated crew members shaming their game to no end as I did. Until I reached the captains quarters door, I placed my hand on the knob and was about to turn it. Suddenly I stop.
“what the fuck am I doing” I exclaimed. “I don’t open doors of defeated ships”
I snap my fingers and a small little man who’s name I can never remember, but does all the door opening. Came running over and opened the door. I really should learn his name but all I know about him is he always smells of whisky and he opens doors for me.
As I step into the room the captain was seated in a chair behind a desk with his back turned to me. A strange smell of pretty things hit my nose. “Why would a captain’s quarters smell so nice?” I thought to myself.
I decided to give him a good rousing to put him in place. With my quick thought I came up with the greatest joke to play on the captain. It was good that it would take most people their entire lives to come up with something so good. “I say it smells so pretty in here that I almost thought this was a ladies powder room.”
I laugh a little at how great the joke was, and I could tell that my quip struck a nerve in the captain because he turned around faster than a crow...
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...t to have she realized that she could never please me as much as I could please her. So like many women I have know she would rather take her own life then to disappoint me. Placing the gun to her head, she pulled the trigger. The bullet came out of her head just the way you would think I bullet would exit a head, but on the other side of where the gun was pointed. I got up walked nakedly but triumphantly to the door when my real horror struck me. How was I supposed to get out of the captain’s quarters with my door opener dead at my feet…..
Wow!! Right? Most amazing thing ever? Had you on the edge of your seat? Right? So that’s it for now. Bye everyone. Oh and for those who really want to know what happened Rick just grabbed the little guy who opens doors for him, whose name was Witfeel, chopped off his hand, and used it to open the door.
-Kenyon out!!!
...was a desperate act of a lonely, insane woman who could not bear to loose him. The structure of this story, however, is such that the important details are delivered in almost random order, without a clear road map that connects events. The ending comes as a morbid shock, until a second reading of the story reveals the carefully hidden details that foreshadow the logical conclusion.
Captain Jaggery then gets the key to the gun safe and goes on deck. He forces Charlotte to follow him. When he looks out to the crew see sees and extra member with one arm, the stowaway ( Mr.Cranick ). Mr.Cranick was the man that took off his arm on the last ship. Cranick pulls out the red-robin and declares the captain to unfit from being captain.
Where to begin; must write about my day….We arrived in Malta this morning, after more than a week at sea. Normally something I would enjoy, but the very motive of this voyage keeps me from all and any thoughts of pleasure. Anna wheeled me onto the deck, where I have not been since the beginning of this voyage due to my worsening sinuses. Mr. Churchill had already arrived in Malta, not a surprise, along with Eden and the rest of his military and civilian staff. The men present for the purposes of welcoming me were situated on the deck of The HMS Orion, yet another ocean liner.
... try to secure the downtown area, they were quickly overrun by the zombie horde. After hiding in a burned-out tank, Rick is eventually recused by a group of survivors who have been making risky supply runs into the city. When he returns to the group’s camp outside the city limits, he discovers that his wife, son, and best friend are also part of this rag-tag band. After the tearful reunion, the question of what to do next drives the subsequent episodes.
...I was carried on board. I was immediately handled and tossed up to see if I was sound, by some of the crew; and I was now persuaded that I had got into a world of bad spirits, and that they were going to kill me. Their complexions too, differing so much from ours, their long hair, and the language they spoke, which was very different from any I had ever heard, united me to confirm in this belief.*(33)
Dear friend, you are tall and well set-up, I see; be brave—you, too—and men in times to come will speak of you respectfully. Now I must join my ship; my crew will grumble if I keep them waiting. Look to yourself; remember what I told you.”
At the rehearsal dinner, one of the bridesmaids, who had been drinking, gave a toast. It started off just fine, but then she ended it with " thank God, sometimes guys do buy the cow even when they get the milk for free!"
The Commander of the division to which I belonged, as soon as soon as we were on board the ship, appointed me to boatswain, and ordered me to go to the captain and demand of him the keys to the hatches and a dozen candles. I made the demand accordingly, and the captain promptly replied, and delivered the articles; but requested me at the same time to do no damage to the ship or the rigging. We then were ordered to ...
A leader and a fatherly figure, the Captain serves as the men's compass and keeper of order. His firm navigational commands and calm demeanor make the men a “ready-to-obey ship's company” regardless of their lack of practical experience. Ironically, the Captain is also the most physically useless man on board. Injured from the sinking, the Captain is filled with a quiet despair over his own ability to survive. A hardened seaman, he believes in the idea that a captain should perish with his ship -- to live at sea and to die at sea. The Captain even clings to the dinghy upon being rescued as if he feels a sense of obligation to remain with his boat in the briny deep. Though distraught over the fate of his ship and crewman, the Captain takes solace in providing for the dinghy’s survivors. Occupied with the well-being of others, the Captain does not contemplate his purpose or circumstances in life; he uses his energy to protect his crew and vessel, finding a renewed sense of meaning in this lesser form of leadership. Even when a callous seagull attempts to nip his open wounds, the Captain gently waves the bird away, respecting its life. The Cook on the other hand, attempts to swat it with an
He only notice that an SS officer was sneaking up on him when the officer tripped over a tub of margarine. He cursed under his breath and threw his remaining hunk of bread at the officer, while he stood up and ran.
The sergeant gets up and renders a salute, but the captain does not salutes showing disrespect toward the major. The major expresses his jealously and gives him his assignment adding that if the captain wished, he could give it to someone else of lesser rank.
She has now found a new desire for life. However, without warning, the tone abruptly reverts back to its grief stricken “ horror.” As Mr. Mallard walks in the door, her thoughts, dreams, and aspirations, quickly fade away. Louise’s heart, so weak, simply stops and all bliss transfers into extreme heartache. The drastic changes of tone reveals that freedom can be given and taken from someone in a heartbeat and the heartache will always remain.
While father was trying to care for us, he got sick. Father died. I have never been so depressed. I lost mother and father. So, Loretta and Drago and Me, try to make it to the deck of the ship. We saw the most beautiful thing in our whole lives. It was the statue of liberty. I have never been happier to see such a sight in such a long time. I know the trip was grueling and sad but it needed to happen. So when the ship pulled onto shore they let down a gangplank and several men wearing all white came onto the ship and gave out papers to answer with the some questions on them. I was confused with the questions, but I was able to fill it out pretty well.
Some nights ago while most of the crew was resetting a sail, broken by the winds, some fat swine got into the food storage. The fool, drunk off his ass, passed out on the wheat supply where he puked and laid piss over one of the last three barrels of wheat. If there were no order the man would have been sent to Davy Jones' Locker. Despite the crew's desire for blood, the captain had a firm grip on the mates. He gave the Italian responsible the shitty job of cleaning the head.
Just after this quick bend, the crew became visible helping people on. Just before I entered the transportation unit, I looked down at the gap left between the door and I. The metal around the entry door was rusted and worn, which gave me an eerie feeling. Reluctantly, I stepped aboard and felt uneasy as I saw those responsible for taking us to our destination. I would soon know for sure, how I felt about my now plausible career.