The cruise liner was sinking and we were so far from land we might as well have been at Point Nemo. Sabotage was whispered among the crew and the word slowly made its way back to us frightened passengers. I wanted to say we were calm and collected but we were anything but.
We outnumbered the crew who either locked themselves away behind thick safety doors deep in the hull or found themselves rounded up and held hostage in the dinner hall. I didn't take part in any of the interrogations, never had the stomach for that kind of violence but Lord how their screams echoed.
I'm honestly glad that the captain managed to barricade herself and a couple of other crew members in the bridge or we would have steered into nothingness and sunk for good. For all we knew we were doing just that and if it hadn't been for her calm rationale we'd all be dead.
Seventy were dead when the coastguard briefly boarded, surveyed the carnage and sped back to shore for as much backup as they could possibly gather. All crew members who hadn't survived the interrogations led by other passengers who didn't even bother to take their bodies down to the ship's morgue - they were just left to rot among the living.
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