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Sea Terrors Part 5: Reiteration
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.
EXT, NIGHT: BRIDGE OF A SHIP SOUNDS: Oceanic ambiance
UNRELIABLE NARRATOR I see the light of a ship in the distance. I force myself forward, sluggish in my movements as the sea tries to hold me back. I push harder, faster, as the red side light becomes brighter with the closing distance. The white hull gleams in the soft moonlight - I will be on their bridge in moments! I increase my speed, timing it just right to meet my redemption, my salvation! The stars brighten as I come closer to my goal. Except, now I know salvation will not be mine. Time seems to slow to a crawl as I enter the bridge - and see myself reaching for the alarm.
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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.
EXT, NIGHT: BRIDGE OF A SHIP SOUNDS: Oceanic ambiance
UNRELIABLE NARRATOR I see the light of a ship in the distance. I force myself forward, sluggish in my movements as the sea tries to hold me back. I push harder, faster, as the red side light becomes brighter with the closing distance. The white hull gleams in the soft moonlight - I will be on their bridge in moments! I increase my speed, timing it just right to meet my redemption, my salvation! The stars brighten as I come closer to my goal. Except, now I know salvation will not be mine. Time seems to slow to a crawl as I enter the bridge - and see myself reaching for the alarm.