Gregson was handcuffed to a beautiful woman by a skeleton from hell. Under the water, the pressure compressed his mind. He cracked a vial between his teeth; not cyanide, but adrenaline. His heart raced like one beat was trying to beat another beat. Gregson clicked his watch and the skeleton faltered. Its arm was outstretched. “To the torpedo roooooom.” It slunk over like a wind puppet without air. Gregson felt bloated and squeezed at the same time. The room was asleep; gas. He uncuffed himself and manned the controls.
He had minutes to warn Voodoo Sands and sink her.
The pressure inside him kept building. It desired a release. His torpedo was cocked—ready to explode inside the pleasure cruise.
He throttled ahead and called in advance.
“Hello, all guests and crew must evacuate. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.”
“Only the captain and the con use this broadcast. Identify yourself!”
“This is Gregson. Identification #: 01134. I’ve been assigned to protect this vessel. Take her beyond the seaboard and abandon ship for pleasure island.” Gregson prepared the forward torpedoes and aimed for her hull.
The skeleton moaned on the floor, but Gregson ignored him. His focus was on Voodoo Sands.
FIRE. Gregson instantly felt weak. He watched the torpedo drawing nearer and nearer. It closed the distance. The explosion cut the air like the big bang, but the ship didn’t go nuclear. It sunk below the water blanket and Gregson manned the con, launching himself towards another sandy beach. Hopefully, there would be a prison cell and endless umbrella drinks on the shore.
“Oh, my head,” Tiffany moaned. “What happened?”
“I just prevented the system from going nuclear,” Gregson said.
“She was carrying death and the bomb, but now it’s buried. And death, well… he will have to go away for a while and do time on pleasure island while I go on solving crime.”
“I don’t understand what you mean, but you’re a hero and so much man.”
“Don’t I know it,” Gregson laughed. He put his arm around her and turned the submarine towards the setting sun. He wouldn’t stay on pleasure island, but he would visit from time to time. Death needed company because most people ignored him. Gregson valued death and visited often, if not just to cheat the skeleton one more time.