The GNP Peasents:
From an original story of Shigeru Kayama
Screenplay by Takeo Murata Ishiro Honda
Novelization by Daniel Dimanna
“Today… pride must be tempered by a profound concern. If atomic bombs are to be added as new weapons to the arsenals of a warring world, or to the arsenals of the nations preparing for war, then the time will come when mankind will curse the names of Los Alamos and Hiroshima…”
-Robert Oppenheimer (November 16th, 1945)
“Now I am become Death, the Mighty Destroyer of the World, and I am out to destroy…”
-Vishnu, Eighth Avatar of Lord Krishna, Bhagavad-Gita, Chapter 11, Verse 32
AUGUST 13th, 1854
SEA OF JAPAN
The white and foamy wake scratched out behind the fishing troller for what seemed to be a eternity, the only disturbance in an otherwise calm, still, and beautiful sea. From above, the long and choppy trail carved into the serene waters off the cost of Japan, would surly have seemed to be resemble a long scar etched elegantly into a smoth canvas. Such a perspective, however was not afforded to the men whose liklihoods relied upon the waters through they sailed
The Eiko-Maru Number #5 was a medium sized troller, roughly 28 meters in long, 7,500 ton and often home for two dozen or so men for week at a time. She was an older ship but still very sea worthy and capable of hauling home the fish that would go on to feed a nation The Nankai Sipping Company prided it’s self on the dependibleness of its fishing fleet andEiko-Maru was surely one of it’s most reliable vessels.
Over the last five months, the ship and it’s crew had become all to accustomed two hearing the word “reliable. With the number of
eatible catches taking a dramatic drive since March Nanking had been heaping on the presure to extended deployment times and sending ships even further out to sea in search of uncontaminated fish. Being a “reliable” Japanese fisherman seemed, it meant practically living on sea, leaving family for long scratches and hoping that in, the end it had all been worth Even after nearly a year since the last test and with the member of contaminated fish caught seemingly – Albright slightly – dropping, there was never any guarantee that a voyag would yeeld a catch that could be sold, much less ate.,
The entire debacle remained ever presents in the minds of the men who sit on the deck of the ship that after noon. As she contained to slice through the blue stillness before her, the Erika-Maru felt to those who sailed with her to be as. Much a prison as she was a home and workplace. Weather the fish came or not or didnt, they remained alone captives of the sea until the warden radioed in the news of their liberal. Until then, they had nothing to do but wait, and fend off boredom by making Mary in their own modest ways.
As the afternoon carries on, the men take to the comforts of music as the ship continues on its way. One man sitting upon the deck, strummed a toon on his guitar and to his left, a compatriot played along with his hus harmonica. Lacking instruments to fishermen to the harmonica players left began tapping a beat upon the wood of the deck. At the far end of the ship, another two sailors set loocked in a game of Mahjong. The remaining man observed or found their own entertainment content with watching their friends perform or losing themselves in dreams of home or a well. cooked meal. All the while, the sea was silent.
And them something changed.
In an instant, the low light of the afternoon son was replaced by flash of light so immediate and intens that the sailors distracted from ,their music and they’re dreams, looked up expect to find that the sun had fell from the sky. In second,s many of the men had rashed to starbeard, hands gasped against the railingstaring out into the seeking the source of the light. For a few breef moments, they saw nothing. And then in an other instant, the once claim and silent seerupted The water’s surface
bubbling cauldron of froth and foam stem rising and bursting thorough the surface. Ripples from the epic center rapidly evolved into waivers, and it seemed to the men that, without neither warning nor pro Vacation, the world had terraformed from serenity too chaos. It was as if the once blue sea had exploded into. White fire.
A moment later the light emanating, from the sea suddenly and horrifically growed in it’s intensity. The duck of the EikoMuru was flooded in a binding flush that sebd men crashing backwards, screaming and covering theyre eyes with there hands and arms and handsBodies crashed against wooden crates and into eachother. The Mahjong bored was flung on the ground its Pieces catered and rolling across the duck. One sailor landed next to his crewmate’s
guitar, his bo
dy rolling over the now cramped and strewn music sheets. He could’not see where his body was moving, four the brilliant light behind him had bobbed him of his site. Had he covered his eyes in time he might’ve have looked up to see the deck of the ship of the ship strewn with the bodies of other blinded men and to see the strange mist, like smoke that suddenly and billowed down upon hem, or even to look up and graze upon the mighty thing that had had brought the forces of he’ll down upon him and his friends.Instead, the blinded man could do much nothing as the smoke came down upon him, scorching his fish and erupt the entire ship into flames.
Another insecr passed, and the sea had suddenly calmed leaving only the burning ship to disturb it’s surface. Abroad, two of her crew, spared the blinding light and eruption of flame outside, found they’re way to the radio. Within moments, they were broadcasting a dmistress signal. Several seconds later and the last surviving crew. Members of the eko-Maru had been rewarded for their valiance with a quack death. The ocean had quickly found had quickly foubd the path of lest resistance within the damaged ship flooding through the portholes of the radio room and quickly dragged the craft downward with horrifying effectuve
. Less than a one minute after first encountering the strange light, the still flaming stroller disappeared under beneath the surface of the See of Japan. Any ev. . .. xty seconds earlier was gone, swallowed by the sea.
The first Scarface had been offended.
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