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Authors: Harry Dayle
“You like my wall, Captain?”
“It’s… I’ve never seen anything like it. You took all of them?”
“Of course. I don’t suppose it will ever be finished now. You’re not here to talk about that though. You’re here to look at the hole.”
“Ah, yes, the infamous hole. You think it was made by a bullet?” Trent asked.
“Here, judge for yourself.” Lethbridge moved aside an oddly placed coffee table. “I covered it up. It made a terrible mess of the carpet.”
The two men knelt down and examined the small round impression. Jake didn’t think it noticed that badly, but there was no doubting it was a hole.
“When did this happen?”
“A day or two ago I think. While I was working. I came back and found it like that. I left a message with security, but nobody came.”
“Thank you, Miss Lethbridge. I’m sorry nobody came sooner. Captain?” Trent headed back to the door.
“Wait! Is anyone going to fix my carpet?”
Jake assured her that he would notify housekeeping, then left quickly.
They took the stairs to deck eleven. It was quicker than waiting for the lift. Trent didn’t knock on the door to cabin 1124. Instead, he pulled out his master key card, clicked open the lock, and went right in.
“Shouldn’t we…I don’t know, get backup or something?” Jake asked, but Trent was already inside.
The suite looked much like any other. Two white armchairs were arranged opposite the door. A coffee table and a large sideboard made up most of the rest of the furniture. The room was immaculate. Jake couldn’t imagine anyone was living in it.
Trent checked the bathroom. It was as empty and as beautifully clean as the salon.
They found them in the bedroom. On the floor, on the far side of the bed, the two security officers were tightly bound and gagged. Grace was a mess: unconscious, gaunt, her hair matted. Max just looked angry. Very angry.
Epilogue
J
AKE
TAPPED
THE
microphone a couple of times with the tip of his finger. The loudspeakers around the theatre boomed, hushing the hundreds of conversations that had started as whispers during the short delay between speeches.
He cleared his throat, and began. “Ladies, gentlemen, girls and boys. Members of our community. I stand before you filled with a heady mix of emotions. Only yesterday, we gathered to bury four people, and although two of them sadly wished harm upon us, every loss is a loss felt deeply by the community. We are few in number, perhaps the last remaining survivors. Since the day of the asteroid we have faced challenge after challenge. Some have fallen along the way. Yet two months on from that fateful day, we are still here. Against all the odds, we have survived this far. Far enough to be able to celebrate a truly joyous occasion, as we mark the arrival of a new life into our tiny world.
“I’m absolutely delighted that so many wanted to be here and celebrate with Dan and Vicky. Lucya tells me that this is the biggest naming ceremony held in the history of the world. Whether that is true or not I suppose we’ll never know, but that’s not what is important. What
is
important is the fact there are more than two thousand of us in this room. It tells us two things. That we are all a family, and that we care. Well, maybe three things. Any excuse for extra rations and a glass of diluted orange juice is welcome!”
A light ripple of polite laughter spread throughout the auditorium. Jake paused before continuing. He wished he had prepared something rather than winging the address. “Like all families, we have our ups and our downs. Sometimes, we lose sight of how our actions affect everyone else. Sometimes we hurt those closest to us the most. Sometimes we think that because we are so close, we can take liberties; that we can help ourselves to more than our fair share. But when a new life comes into the family, a delicate, fragile life, we are reminded that individually, we are all weak and helpless. Just like Vicky and Dan’s wonderful newborn, we are all dependent on the support of everyone in our family, if we are to survive this harsh world.
“The events of the last week have shown us the best and the worst of ourselves. Some of us have chosen to steal. Have no doubt, those people will be found, and they will be punished. Some of us have quite literally risked their lives to save others, for which I know I will be eternally grateful.” He looked down at Erica, seated in the front row. She beamed back at him. There was a purr of agreement from the crowd.
“Today,” he continued, “I want us to forget about the worst. Today, I want us to celebrate the best, because that is how we will survive the future. By always striving to be the best we can be.
“Now, I must admit, when Vicky and Dan told me the name they had chosen for their son, I was at first apprehensive. I understood, of course, the connotations of the name, but for me it’s a name that brings about unhappy memories. They were absolutely right in their choice though. What better way to erase those negative associations than by making the name all about the future? Because their son is our future. He’s the first of a new generation. A generation who may only ever know life at sea. And he is a symbol to us all that life goes on; that we can survive. That we
will
survive. So without further ado, I would like you all to raise your glasses in a double toast. To our new friends from the
Lance
, and most of all, to our newest son. To Adam.”
The deafening cheer filled the theatre. “To Adam!”
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