The rats have known for a while, they've been irritable and biting at each other for months. On deck, things aren't much better. The crew gazes out to sea, their eyes glazed over, refusing to acknowledge the water steadily rising from below deck. The captain whistles in his cabin while he plays solitare and eats their paychecks.
The first mate passes out the slotted spoons - one last attempt to bail out. As the crew members fling water all over themselves, desperately fighting what they know to be inevitable, the guy in the crow's nest surveys the scene and wonders quietly, "why didn't anyone listen to me?"
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