A sepulchral calm. The sea is an oily black mirror. You find yourself holding your breath.
Creeping closer Tonight, the mandrakes will scream. Will you be close enough to hear the tiniest echoes?
What are they doing? Mandrakes are known to scream. But tonight, from your cleft in the granite, you hear them roar and curse and laugh. A great wind whips up around the island. Tonight, you are far from the civilised safeties and dangers of London. You can only hold on, straining your fingers into the stone, and watch as your crew scurries to secure your steamer.
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The Unterzee Waits Silently
Date: 2011-12-05 02:00 pm (UTC)Creeping closer
Tonight, the mandrakes will scream. Will you be close enough to hear the tiniest echoes?
What are they doing?
Mandrakes are known to scream. But tonight, from your cleft in the granite, you hear them roar and curse and laugh. A great wind whips up around the island. Tonight, you are far from the civilised safeties and dangers of London. You can only hold on, straining your fingers into the stone, and watch as your crew scurries to secure your steamer.