Laytontober Prompt 005: Ship
"Stop it! That's dangerous!"
Why not loosely recreate a scene from a famous movie I've never seen on a ship called the Thametanic using a ship I neither fawn over nor object to?
Laytontober 2019 - 03: Ship (05)
Sharp yells pounced on the general tension, generated by the utter panic and by frightened shouts of who has its own life at risk. The waves cause another shake, restating their nightmare as actual. Steps moved away loudly, unknown to among them, skin against skin for saving it. But a fifteen-years-old boy helped a pregnant woman, of whom he just knew her name, Kamilla, two strangers with dopamine in the blood, cold sweat.
"Come on, push!". The producer's pain infused even just by the vibrations and tremors.
Luke, when he entered in that ship for London 3 days prior, surely he wasn't expecting a catastrophe, like the crew and all people. Even less Kamilla believed the birth would have been one-month premature, and yet destiny does dirty jokes.
The woman laid exhausted on the couch, the soft pillows useless on their work. The boy gave her instructions to follow, the formality lost in the steam for the new's future. And after agonizing minutes in pain, wet rags, lifeboat lost and omertà (for some sacrifice) for the good of the many, there it was the cry they'd been waiting for: finally she born.
"You made it, Kamilla!" Luke exclaimed, with the only thing he knew of the woman, her name.
The fallen water from the basket and the pressing force on them reminded the situation they were in, her hand hanging from the side, her gaze off and that smile of who uses its last efforts showed.
"Luke, thank you. Now, go save yourself and her..."
"But-"
"Do it for me. I slow you down, now go.", her eyes bright and confident.
The youngster's eyes sparkled too, but for other reasons. Then the mother's eyes left their last gaze on the crying bundle.
Luke searched for the lifeboat that he'd seen while he'd gone bringing water, but sank with the est wind. Desperate looked around, finding out a life ring instead. Not the best, but instinct obligated him to take the life-jacket and the life preserver for the open sea. The infant was already asleep, oblivious of the destiny of her mother, owner of a wreck, the sank ruin her coffin.
The following day they were found by a fishing boat, a new light now on the eyes of him and of the little Kat.
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