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Sea Terrors Part 2: Arrival
Mike Gagne is a full time Coastie, a full time podcaster (almost), a husband, and a father of three.
Boston Harbor Horror Libsyn Feed: https://bostonhorror.libsyn.com/rss
Sea Terrors, Parts One through Five, were written, produced and voice acted by Mike Gagne of Asylum 94 Productions, home of Boston Harbor Horror.
INT: SHIP BERTHING AREA SOUNDS: Silence UNRELIABLE NARRATOR I wake with a start and looked about. I'm in my rack, but the ship has stopped. I pull on coveralls and (boots on metal ladder) scramble to get outside.
EXT: STARBOARD SIDE OF UNNAMED COAST GUARD CUTTER
UNRELIABLE NARRATOR We are adrift in the fog, there's not another crewmember in sight. I clamor up to the bridge and it, too, is empty. I grab the 1MC and say, (PA Filter) "All hands, lay to the weatherdecks!" I hear something in the distance (waves crashing) and pull on the ship's whistle (fog horn sounds). The fog clears and I see greenish black rocks surrounding oddly stacked structures - Cyclopean monoliths that pain my mind to witness.
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Mike Gagne is a full time Coastie, a full time podcaster (almost), a husband, and a father of three.
Boston Harbor Horror Libsyn Feed: https://bostonhorror.libsyn.com/rss
Sea Terrors, Parts One through Five, were written, produced and voice acted by Mike Gagne of Asylum 94 Productions, home of Boston Harbor Horror.
INT: SHIP BERTHING AREA SOUNDS: Silence UNRELIABLE NARRATOR I wake with a start and looked about. I'm in my rack, but the ship has stopped. I pull on coveralls and (boots on metal ladder) scramble to get outside.
EXT: STARBOARD SIDE OF UNNAMED COAST GUARD CUTTER
UNRELIABLE NARRATOR We are adrift in the fog, there's not another crewmember in sight. I clamor up to the bridge and it, too, is empty. I grab the 1MC and say, (PA Filter) "All hands, lay to the weatherdecks!" I hear something in the distance (waves crashing) and pull on the ship's whistle (fog horn sounds). The fog clears and I see greenish black rocks surrounding oddly stacked structures - Cyclopean monoliths that pain my mind to witness.