A Marine Story

It was an early evening on the Pacific sea, the skip was sailing with ease towards San Francisco, the cook was clearing up In the galley and the chief steward was down in the walk- in- freezer making a list of food that was left and how much food he needed when the ship birthed. The ship shock violently it had struck a mine and the door into the meat freezer was stuck and the ship was sinking. The cook knew where the chief was, ran down to the store and was able to open the freezer door, they grabbed life jacket each and jumped overboard. Eerie silence they struggled to stay together, then the unholy scream from the ship as it was swallowed by the voracious sea. In front of them the raft used to paint the shipside, scrambled on to it totally shocked and exhausted they fell asleep. At dawn the chief couldn´t wake up the cook, an elderly man, this had been too much for his heart. The chief knew what he had to do, but waited till afternoon before he rolled the cook overboard, curled up on the raft and closed his eyes, had seen grey fins and didn´t want to witness his friend eaten by sharks. The chief was picked by a passing liberty ship the day after and three day later, he walked ashore in San Francisco. A sliver of war´s agony, of no consequence, for its outcome of the except for the man who had lost a friend.