... strangely conflicted :|a
[After several of the passengers had broken the emergency glass panel in the Captain's command deck, the Elegante slowly, slowly begins to move again. But it's not a smooth journey. In fact, she seems to vibrate and shake as she lurches along, and with every inch further every passenger will feel more tired, more shaken and exhausted, as if their own energy is forcing the ship along. Of course, since there seems to be nothing left of the original power source, this may be exactly what is happening. At least the furious steering noises of a hundred mouths seem to be helping!
Suddenly the ship lurches forward, and then drops. Yes, drops.
Like an elevator plummeting in a free fall, the ship hurtles down, down, down. Further and further, almost a mile down until it splashes into ... the ocean?
Oh.
Well then. This is quite nice.
A bit strange, but nice.
Anyone who ventures up onto the top deck will find the sun shining brightly over a brilliant blue sea, the weather pleasant and warm like a glorious summer's day. The ship floats in the calm water, much as a ship should, in stark contrast to the various horrors of the last few days.
The rusted, peeling shell of the M.S. Elegante, covered in blood and dried blue stuff bobs in the water as they sail peacefully and--
OH SHIT, ICEBERG!
No amount of BRRRRRRRRing will save them now!
A brutal, screeching crunch echoes through the boat as it plows right into the giant wedge of ice and ...
... begins to sink.]
Suddenly the ship lurches forward, and then drops. Yes, drops.
Like an elevator plummeting in a free fall, the ship hurtles down, down, down. Further and further, almost a mile down until it splashes into ... the ocean?
Oh.
Well then. This is quite nice.
A bit strange, but nice.
Anyone who ventures up onto the top deck will find the sun shining brightly over a brilliant blue sea, the weather pleasant and warm like a glorious summer's day. The ship floats in the calm water, much as a ship should, in stark contrast to the various horrors of the last few days.
The rusted, peeling shell of the M.S. Elegante, covered in blood and dried blue stuff bobs in the water as they sail peacefully and--
OH SHIT, ICEBERG!
No amount of BRRRRRRRRing will save them now!
A brutal, screeching crunch echoes through the boat as it plows right into the giant wedge of ice and ...
... begins to sink.]