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Survivors

It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbor on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo of scrap iron from ships that once had plowed the seas, an adventure for some, work for others.
Then the sea parted, and the ship fell into a timeless zone where life repeats itself
The cook is making soup and
the captain studies a map of ocean currents
150 years passed, and a convulsion through the zone
the ship was back on the sea surface.
The cook served his soup.
The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound
They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city, to the disappointment of the crew who had wanted to go ashore.
When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken, felt as if he had been talking to the ghosts through layers of yesterdays
The official from shore found quantities of cigarettes and whiskey products that had been illegal for the last sixty years in the chief steward store, marijuana, was legal, good for the health if smoke smoked in moderation.
The crew was arrested and sent to a camp for interrogation, but it was clear when brainwashed, not even water torture helped, no one knew
the time of the day
The crew was getting older, first slowly, then rapidly. Zimmer frames for everyone
to look after men who could no longer walk
and many were incontinent and suffering from advanced Alzheimer
disease and chronic heart failure; worse, the chief steward had stopped singing “My cast Sua Casa.”
No wonder Europe was a squabbling backwater and
the USA had broken up into many countries, Spanish
was the national language
One morning, nurses found skeletons, dark in cor and
like waterlogged wood thrown ashore by an irate
storm and onto the strand of time.
At the same time, as the ship the crew came in sank and broke into pieces of rusty iron.
There were rumors in Sydney about the aliens Those who knew were forbidden to speak, and experts could continue to talk about how a ship sank so suddenly and disappeared in the sea of the Bay of Bengal
was buried in a led coffin for saying
the obvious: Do not interfere in our lives.
The good news is for the Islamists, Israel
has gone forever
they are now free to cut their own throat
Written by oskar
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