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Holes Port

from ShiPPe by Captain Verbese

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Holes

And the mutiny spells: d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r. They slowly drown in the treacherous waters of dry decks...

And so we floated for a few moments free; the sea led us gently without judgement, but slowly the holes began to appear—the musket balls bore through wood as good as they did flesh, and we were left slowly sinking; the engines did not cough or splutter, they buzzed and hissed quietly to itself—a death rattle as we slowly sank, so like a slave ship we paddled, letting the engine concentrate on other things that might save us: a distress single for those around us to hear, but we were alone, though it cried on and on, forming the beat that commanded the slaves to paddle, and giving them hope, though slowly the water rose, and we sank, until we disappeared completely into silence.

Port

...Only to be saved by the people of the folk singing port.

And then came the fog, we were still afloat, but could not tell if we moved, or if the fog had come for us itself. We no longer paddled; saving our strength for our death—but then! Ships! A thousand of them all of a sudden their shining brightly in the sea, and glowing in the fog. They painted everything in beautiful colours and they groped at us—hundreds of helping hands, tied to us by rope and towing us—towing us perhaps to shore, but pulling us from hell, higher and higher, gripping tighter and tighter—they would not let us go...and then we saw: in the distance we saw towers of light, shining through the fog easily as if it was not there, and we coughed and choked; we choked on the bitter air, but cheered in thanks to the sailors around us—to the boats—we cheered to the boats, and they cheered back, their horns sounding and their engines whirring, and their voices singing—until finally we reached the shore.

“We were just floating ready for death.”
“Where are you going? Where are you from?
Oh where are you going, where are you going?
Oh where are you from? Where are you going?”

Until finally we reached the port.

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from ShiPPe, released September 15, 2012

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