T.R. Lansing (darkertides) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-08-15 17:17:00 |
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Shortly after landing on the island, Theodore Robert York made a phone call, contacting the U.S. Coast Guard. He’d made three other calls since, after which he put the satellite phone away in his briefcase, and went about reassuring his party that all was well. Help was on its way. While his wife-to-be grilled fellow survivors for any word about her missing sister, Rob took it upon himself to see to it that the distress signals from the lifeboat were activated, double-checked with Captain Avery that the radios functioned. While a signal fire was built on Friday, Rob quietly took inventory of the lifeboat supplies, and examined both his and the captain’s maps, trying to figure out where they might be. Mostly to calm Susanna, he perpetuated a rumor, spread by the other members of his party, that other lifeboats had successfully made it to open water. Yes, there had been casualties, but they were fewer in number than people thought. For a man in a bathrobe and slippers, Rob York seemed less uncomfortable than one might expect. Christine York (née Marx, of Marx Legacy Cruises), would have been sorely disappointed if he’d done nothing to mitigate the disaster, so Rob was treating the shipwreck as though it were a failed business venture. Something with calculable losses and concrete solutions. Solutions which he, as a representative of the majority stockholder, was obligated to provide. |