3 at Sea

The sirens wailed loudly as Douglas struggled to find sure footing among the muck and mire of the sinking vessel. A massive cloud of smoke was impeding his vision and a dull buzzing echoed across every synapsis of his brain, drowning out the clamoring chaos all around him. Struggling through the madness Douglas knew that if nothing else, he must reach the main control box and shut down the main energy valve. A monotonous task considering the current status of the ship and the din of the battle raging all around him. Gripping the railing to his right, the courage in his heart and the last ounces of energy in his body, he slowly and painstaking inched his way across the bits and pieces of destroyed objects. The remnants of what mere minutes ago was "ship shape" and orderly. The screams and shouts seemed to grow louder and more terrifying while Douglas gritted his teeth and dug even deeper, wading on and on, now hips deep in the destruction. One youngster gripped Douglas about the waist babbling incoherently while yet another clenched him with a death grip by the leg. "I must make it" he shouted aloud, dragging the two with him, praying with every fiber of his body that he could just go another two feet to the box! Reaching the remote control Douglas fumbled and then quickly hit the off button to the television.

"Phew"!

"Time for a sleepy baby nap" he said to the twin boys at his feet.

"A nap for you, and clean up time for me".. he sighed as the toddlers giggled grabbing their blankets and scampering off down the hallway to the bedroom.