A great coastal storm washed the old shipwreck ashore and the crew suffocated again as dry air met water-logged lungs and parched gills. They were found a day or so later, bloated and grey as though they'd died a few hours ago rather than half a century.
It was the kind of case that made the news for all of a day before being taken over by some other shiny new mystery that wasn't quite as visually visceral. The crew were autopsied, the ship thoroughly examined and eventually sunk a few miles offshore to become a new reef while the crew were cremated and buried en masse.
As soon as their ashes met with the earth it began to rain, and not just your usual storm either. As inland as the graveyard was, the rain was as salty as the sea that killed them and set the sky smelling like it had back when they were alive and voyaging. The unnatural rain didn't let up until the whole graveyard was so flooded it looked like more like a bay than a place of rest.
No comments:
Post a Comment