Gregory Prather (manoffaith) wrote in oblivionrp, |
And now the clock was counting down to one of those nice round-numbered years. 5...4...3...2...1 Happy New Year! He had lived to see another year, and disaster had not...wait, what was happening? Gregory gripped the armrests of his chair hard as the ship tilted at an alarming angle. He looked around to see if anyone had been seriously injured by the movement. Frightened people were screaming all around him, and a few who had been standing at the time had been tossed about, but he didn't see any injuries that looked very bad, thank the Lord. The ship then tilted back the other way. Gregory heard someone yell "Christ!" Gregory found it irritating when others took the Lord's name in vain, but he kept his silence and held on tight to his seat. It was a good thing these seats were bolted down; if they had not been, a lot of people could have been hurt -
EMILY! Was she OK? In a near-panic, he pulled out his cell phone and tried to dial Emily's phone, but there was no service. There had been earlier, he was sure; it must be out because of the storm. Worry flooded his mind. Emily had said she was going to be at Circean Delight. Was the furniture there bolted down? He desperately wanted to get out of his seat, to go find his daughter, but with his knees acting up the way they were, and with the ship tilting to extreme angles, there was no way he was going to get out of this room, much less to Circean Delight. Nothing to do but pray...
O Lord, please see this ship and all aboard safely through this storm, and please watch over my daughter...