[HPforGrownups] "I see no ships!"

[Simon Biber]

No: HPFGUIDX 11347

"Oh my God, you killed Penny!"

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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Flying Ford Anglia" <neilward at dircon.co.uk>
To: <HPforGrownups at egroups.com>
Sent: Wednesday, January 24, 2001 5:32 AM
Subject: [HPforGrownups] "I see no ships!"


> Ebony said:
> 
> <<<But all too often, as we float by on the Sea of Romance, we see a 
> confirmed no-shipper clinging to a piece of driftwood, weary of their 
> shipless fandom existence.  That's when we on the Love Boat/Destroyer 
> H/H throw them a lifeline (usually the first chapter of PoU) and 
> reel 'em on up.  Right, Neil?  ;-)>>>
> 
> ***
> 
> It was a chill night, as the vast passenger liner H/H sailed into 
> inky blackness.  While thousands of people slept soundly in their 
> cabins, Duty Officer Ebony Thomas sat in the Crow's Nest watchfully 
> scanning the swelling waters for signs of trouble.  All seemed quiet, 
> so she returned to her book, "Snitch Bitch: The Memoirs of a 
> Quidditch Queen".
> 
> After a few moments, she felt a blast of cold and sudden unease.  She 
> glanced up and, from nowhere, there it was, like a vast building of 
> opalescent glass.  They were going to hit it for sure: SOLID ICE!
> 
> Ebony hurtled down the iron staircase to the deck below, her heart 
> pounding.
> 
> 'Head for the lifeboats!' she screamed, arms akimbo, eyes flashing a 
> little too madly.  'Women, children and small, unfashionable models 
> of car first!!!'  
> 
> On the far side of the ship, Captain Linsenmayer heard the commotion, 
> as people began flinging open cabin doors, shouting to each other and 
> generally stampeding the deck outside her cabin.  She was in the 
> middle of a prenatal deep breathing routine and really didn't 
> appreciate the interruption.  Slowly, she eased herself up and opened 
> the door.  As she stepped outside, there was a ghastly metallic 
> creaking, followed by a deafening crash, as the ship hit the berg.  
> The Captain gasped in horror, and clung to the doorpost.  
> 
> Meanwhile, down below, able mechanimagus FF Anglia rolled out of his 
> housing in the boiler room, and with a flash of his headlamps, 
> transformed into a boyishly handsome human form.  He made his way 
> to the upper decks, quickly, ignoring the panic around him, and made 
> a beeline for the nearest lifeboat.  He sneaked under the tarpaulin, 
> shut his ears to the hubbub outside, and waited..
> 
> Three hours later, FF awoke to the sound of distant screams.  He was 
> adrift in the lifeboat, and surrounded by a ring of faces, most of 
> them sprouting whiskers: three hags, a House-Elf dressed in a flour-
> sack and a couple of disgruntled cats.  He looked over the side of 
> the boat.  In the distance, the gigantic shape of the H/H was angled 
> at a dangerous slant and beginning a slow slide beneath the surface 
> of the ocean.  He could just about make out the pregnant silhouette 
> of the Captain near the prow, grimly determined to go down with her 
> ship. Exhausted, FF fell back into the boat and soon drifted into a 
> half-conscious state.
> 
> Ten hours later still, FF woke up again and all was silent, but for 
> the gentle cackling of the hags and the lapping of brine against 
> the sides of the boat.  He looked around the starlit waters and felt 
> inner calm, but great sadness.  There wasn't a ship in sight.
> 
> Neil
> 
> (Hmmm. Ships AND fanfic?  I must get that seen to...)
> 
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