Jun 03, 2006 15:27
Title: My heart will never go on
Chapter: 16 of 19
Rating: PG13
Pairing: VAM
Disclaimer: Do not own, never happened, it's all in my twisted little mind
Summary: The ship of dreams maiden voyage...
Collapsible A is hit by a wave as the bow plunges suddenly. It partially swamps the boat, washing it along the deck. Over a hundred passengers are plunged into the freezing water and the area around the boat becomes a frenzy of splashing, screaming people.
As men are trying to climb into the collapsible, Jonna grabs an oar and pushes them back into the water.
''Get back! You'll swamp us!''
Ryan is swimming for his life, gets swirled under a davit. The ropes and pulleys tangle around him as the davit goes under the water, and he is dragged down. Underwater he struggles to free himself, and then kicks back to the surface. He surfaces, gasping for air in the freezing water.
Ville and Bam run out of the palm court into a dense crowd. Bam pushes his way to the rail and looks at the state of the ship. The bridge is under water and there is chaos on deck. Bam helps Ville put his lifebelt on. People stream around them, shouting and pushing.
''Okay... we keep moving. We have to stay on the ship as long as possible.'' Bam says and they push their way through the panicking crowd.
Ryan is drawn up against the grating of a stokehold vent as water pours through it. The force of tons of water roaring down the ship traps him against it, and he is dragged down under the surface as the ship sinks. He struggles to free himself but cannot.
Suddenly there is a concussion deep in the bowels of the ship as a furnace explodes and a blast of hot air belches out of the ventilator, ejecting Ryan. He surfaces in a roar of foam and keeps swimming.
Ville and Bam clamber over the A-Deck rail. Then, using all his strength, Bam lowers Ville toward the deck below, holding on with one hand. Ville dangles, then falls. Bam jumps down behind him.
They join a crush of people literally clawing and scrambling over each other to get down the narrow stairs to the well deck... the only way.
Seeing that the stairs are impossible, Bam climbs over the B-Deck railing and helps Ville over. He lowers the green eyed man again, and Ville falls in a heap. Baker Joughin, now three sheets to the wind, happens to be next to Ville. He hauls Ville to his feet. Bam drops down and the three of them push through the crowd across the well deck. Near them, at the rail, people are jumping into the water.
The ship groans and shudders. The man ahead of Bam is walking like a zombie.
''Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death--'' The man says loudly.
''You wanna walk a little faster through that valley, fella?'' Bam says.
The stay cables along the top of the funnel snap, and they lash like steel whips down into the water. Jonna watches as the funnel topples from its mounts. Falling like a temple pillar twenty eight feet across it whomps into the water with a tremendous splash. People swimming underneath it disappear in an instant.
Ryan, a few feet away, is hurled back by a huge wave. He comes up, gasping... still swimming. The water pouring into the open end of the funnel draws in several swimmers. The funnel sinks, disappearing, but hundreds of tons of water pour down through the 30 foot hole where the funnel stood, thundering down into the belly of the ship. A whirlpool forms, a hole in the ocean, like an enormous toiler-flush. T. W. McCauley, the gym instructor swims in a frenzy as the vortex draws him in. He is sucked down like a spider going down a drain.
Ryan, nearby, swims like hell as more people are sucked down behind him. He manages to get clear. He's going to live no matter what it takes.
Bam and Ville struggle to climb the well deck stairs as the ship tilts. Drunk Baker Joughin puts a hand squarely on Ville's butt and shoves him up onto the deck.
Hundreds of people are already on the poop deck, and more are pouring up every second. Ville and Bam cling together as they struggle across the tilting deck.
As the bow goes down, the stern rises in boat 2, which is just off the stern, passengers gape as the giant bronze propellers rise out of the water like gods of the deep.
People are jumping from the well deck, the poop deck, the gangway doors. Some hit debris in the water and are hurt or killed.
Hundreds of passengers, clinging to every fixed object on deck, huddle on their knees around Father Byles, who has his voice raised in prayer. They are praying, sobbing, or just staring at nothing, their minds blank with dread.
Pulling himself from handhold to handhold, Bam tugs Ville along the deck.
''Come on, Willa. We can't expect God to do all the work for us. ''
They struggle on, pushing through the praying people. A man loses his footing ahead and slides toward them, but Bam helps him.The propellers are twenty feet above the water and rising faster.
Ville and Bam make it to the stern rail, right at the base of the flagpole. They grip the rail, jammed in between other people. It is the spot where Bam pulled Ville back onto the ship, just two nights... and a lifetime... ago.
Above the wailing and sobbing, Father Byles' voice carries, cracking with emotion.
''...and I saw new heavens and a new earth. The former heavens and the former earth had passed away and the sea was no longer.''
The lights flicker, threatening to go out. Ville grips Bam as the stern rises into a night sky ablaze with stars.
''I also saw a new Jerusalem, the holy city coming down out of heaven from God, beautiful as a bride prepared to meet her husband. I heard a loud voice from the throne ring out this is God's dwelling among men. He shall dwell with them and they shall be his people and He shall be their God who is always with them. He shall wipe every tear from their eyes. And there shall be no more death or mourning, crying out or pain, for the former world has passed away''.
Cupboards burst open in the pantry showering the floor with tons of china. A piano slides across the floor, crashing into a wall. Furnitures tumbles across the Smoking Room floor.
On the A-deck promenade, passengers lose their grip and slide down the wooden deck like a bobsled run, hundreds of feet before they hit the water. Trudy Bolt, Jonna's maid, slips as she struggles along the railing and slides away screaming.
At the stern, the propellers are 100 feet out of the water and rising. Panicking people leap from the poop deck rail, fall screaming and hit the water like mortar rounds. A man falls from the poop deck, hitting the bronze hub of the starboard propeller with a sickening smack.
A few swimmers looks up and sees the stern towering over them like a monolith, the propellers rising against the stars.