Dragging Anchor
I was thrown backwards against the wall of the power car, no warning.
The whole ship shuddered, and rotated on the forward mast.
Frank was thrown into the running motor knocked unconscious.
motors running
It’s hard to hear anything above the sound of the motor, when you are in a power car.
screaming ground crew being dragged, drug, whipped about
I pulled Frank off the motor, his left shoulder and bicep burned bad.
He is breathing and the burn seems to be cauterized, no bleeding.
out the window of the power car I can see the horizon changing rotating,
left to right fast, trees, fence line, hanger
men being dragged in the dark below me
I could feel the anchor grab release plowing
the screaming stopped
the voices grew distant
my ears popped
the ship grew quiet
motors running
drifting