Please Do Not Sit On Railing
Who: Dan, OPEN Where: uh, whatever deck has a railing you can look over into the water? When: Early afternoonish
Dan sat perched on the railing and watching the clear blue water froth against the sides of the ship below him. It would be so easy for him to tip over and fall. So easy to just disappear forever, drowning in the waves and turbulence the ship caused in the water, and then be dragged under the bottom to be sliced up by the rotors. He really shouldn't be sitting on the railing like this, dangling his untied sneakers over the side as if taunting the ocean to swallow him whole.
But apparently, apparently anyone on the fucking ship was just as likely to fall overboard and disappear forever. People had practically disappeared from their beds, in the core of the ship. Dan would be in just as much danger inside shitting in his toilet as he was right there, nothing but a few yards and a clenched butt muscle separating him from the water. He scowled at the mangled “B” volume in his hands and threw it far into the ocean. He saw it slap against the surface of the water and then start to float alongside the ship.
“Okay, fine. I believe in the supernatural shit,” he muttered to himself. Too many people where gone now, and the sun was just dancing around in the sky, confusing the motherfuckers who were supposed to navigate for a living. There was no reasonable explanation for any of this, which meant that pretty much anything could happen now. Pigs were flying, hell was freezing over, Jesus Christ was tap-dancing on a cracker...
Dan leaned over again and watched just as the encyclopedia was caught in the pull of the ship's waves. It sank below the surface and disappeared. If the ship jolted, or if someone pushed him, he'd probably end up following that book. He started to swing a leg over to get back on the deck when suddenly some crazy-ass bitch flew out onto the deck above him and started to scream something at aliens. It startled Dan so badly that he nearly fell overboard. He just managed to grab the railing and climb back onto the floor.
“Jesus,” he wheezed, lying on his back and pulling out his inhaler. He took two puffs and glanced at the dosage counter. Damn.