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Diary entry forty-two
THE BATTLE OF THE SS DESTRUCTO
being on a submarine is like being in a giant
metal slug, underwater. In
other words, it's like being in a submarine.
You may have worked that out for
yourself.
It was quite hard getting aboard, but a
worthwhile task, now I am aboard the
mightiest of all sea weapons. THE SS
DESTRUCTO. With big missiles and guns
that kill all kind of environmentalists,
tourists and Gundams.
I wrote an essay on it once for history class
where I just put 'WICKED!' in blood red
letters, and my teacher gave me an A+ and two
hundred quid. Nice.
As I write this I am on my lonely hammock
constructed out of fishing net and
glass- the glass was my idea and I for one am
regretting it sincerely. My
only cabin mates are my thoughts, my journal,
and the people that actually
live with me in my cabin.
"Jenkins!" Said Hank, who was drunk as usual.
Drunk on power? Perhaps. Or
maybe it was whiskey. It smelt like power,
but I always get mixed up.
I sprung up in bed like a spring- as a result
rusting slightly in the
extremely moist atmosphere.
"Close the freaking window!"
Now being in a submarine there are few
privileges that one can enjoy fully.
No games, no gravy, no television. You'd of
thought that even Hank with his
stone heart would have allowed me to keep my
bedroom window open. It was
sickening how callous he had become, he said
that if we were in a war he'd
actually kill somebody if he had to. Damn
water soldiers.
"Screw you!" I shouted back defiantly "This
is my room too and I'll keep my
window open if I please!"
Hank couldn't argue. I had lent him my
toothbrush an hour ago, he owed me a
favour. Joke was on him though - it was
actually a pen.
Then suddenly I realised the folly of my
ways, but it was far too late. I
had single handily drowned us both, the water
let onboard the beautiful
ship was enough to sink it permanently.
Everyone was dead.
Hank's last words still shake me to this day:
"What do you mean it was my
fault?"
Heaven isn't such a bad place. Well, it's
alright. The bigger guys pick on
me quite a bit when nobody else is around,
call me names like 'Dogface' and
'Jumko'. Keep pushing me off of clouds.
Holding me down and putting sharp
things in my eyes and setting fire to me. I
don't really mind though-
because I saw the greatest submarine ever.
THE SS DESTRUCTO!
Over to you Carol!
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