Fatal Action ep AFRS

A Whistler. I am the Whistler, and I know many things, or I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

And now the Whistler's strange story. Fatal action. It happened suddenly. The motor ship came swiftly out of the fog bank. struck the offshore reek with a grinding crash.

The startled crew yelled impulsive directions at each other as the sea poured through the gaping wound in the ship's hull. She healed over fast, doomed, and everyone on board knew it. Most of all, Captain Ernie Hill knew it as he snapped his orders with machine gun precision.

He rushed from the bridge rail, rushed to the quarter deck, and continued barking orders. There was excitement, yes, But a minimum of confusion before the lifeboat swung out on their dabbits, dropped neatly into the sea, and began to pull safely away with their loads of men.

And not until he was certain that his ship was through, headed for the bottom, did Captain Hill leave her. Moments later, standing in the lifeboat, he watched in silence until his ship upended in her bow disappeared beneath the waves.

He shook his head. Gone. She's gone. Not much you could have done her, buddy, Captain. Company will be satisfied. You got everybody off? Yeah, I don't know. It's rotten luck. This isn't the first ship I've lost this way.

The whole cargo. Could have happened to anybody, Captain. A lot of uncharted reefs all around here. Yeah, I guess so. I just hope the company sees it that way. You're pleased, aren't you, Ernie, at the attitude of the crew.