Sharks circled the men bobbing in the water. Not one of the sharks were interested in the men at the moment, instead they were bumping into the legs of the sailors and brushing up against the bottoms of the failing life preservers.
Men gasped for air as they struggled to stay afloat; water pulsated in and out of their mouths as they bobbed. Their faces were burnt from the sun, they were dehydrated despite being surrounded by water, and the life preservers were slowly deflating, lowering the men into the water inch by inch.
I looked on, helpless as my crew floated away from each other, away from help and towards certain death.
And this was only the beginning.
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Maiden of the USS Indianapolis
Historical FictionEver wonder why ships are reffered to with female pronouns? Well, way back at the christening of the first ship, it was named after a girl who was no longer alive. It was said that her ghost haunted the ship. Ever since then, a spirit has been assig...
