At the Mercy of the Storm
Title: At the Mercy of the Storm
Author: capt_facepalm
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight ACD)
Characters: Dr John H. Watson, MD, recently of the Army Medical Department
Summary: Still no relief from the autumn gale for those on board HMMS Orontes
Warnings: (Cheaty, literal prompt interpretation)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 20th 2016 prompt: “Turn of the Tide” (continued from It's a Long Way to Portsmouth, and Battened Down)
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To keep the Orontes facing into the storm her crew worked through the night. With a sudden bang, the engines stopped, the lights went out, and the ventilation ceased.
The sufferers below decks could hear shouting and racing footfalls of the crew trying to prime the engines. Too late: the ship had slipped sideways into the trough and began to roll. Anything inadequately stowed crashed to the floor.
‘We’re gonna die,’ sobbed one of the invalids and Watson had no words of comfort to give.
Eventually the engines rumbled back to life, but not the lights, nor the fresh air.
.oOOo.
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Note: The Author knows the difference between tide and storm surge but hopes the prompt police do not.
Author: capt_facepalm
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight ACD)
Characters: Dr John H. Watson, MD, recently of the Army Medical Department
Summary: Still no relief from the autumn gale for those on board HMMS Orontes
Warnings: (Cheaty, literal prompt interpretation)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 20th 2016 prompt: “Turn of the Tide” (continued from It's a Long Way to Portsmouth, and Battened Down)
.oOOo.
To keep the Orontes facing into the storm her crew worked through the night. With a sudden bang, the engines stopped, the lights went out, and the ventilation ceased.
The sufferers below decks could hear shouting and racing footfalls of the crew trying to prime the engines. Too late: the ship had slipped sideways into the trough and began to roll. Anything inadequately stowed crashed to the floor.
‘We’re gonna die,’ sobbed one of the invalids and Watson had no words of comfort to give.
Eventually the engines rumbled back to life, but not the lights, nor the fresh air.
.oOOo.
Please sign the guestbook
Note: The Author knows the difference between tide and storm surge but hopes the prompt police do not.