The wheel house was directly adjacent to the captains quarters, and in it there were 3 or 4 snot nosed college kids struggling hard to turn the gigantic wheel to the left. Chants of "yes we can" and "Obama" kept emanating from their mouths like zombies asking for more brains. I could tell the ship was listing hard to the left, and yelled at them to straighten the course, but my reasoning fell on deaf and brainwashed ears. Not only that, the cries of "Allah Akbar" could now clearly be heard from men on the ships that were on the horizon but were now very close.
I hurried down the stairs. The patrons on the lower levels we hard at work shoveling coal into the beast of the engines. These were people who, despite what was going on up on the deck, continued to use their resources and talents to keep the ship afloat. But as the ship continued to list more and more I witnessed a mass exodus from the ship to the lifeboats. The persons responsible for making the ship move were leaving, taking their coal with them. I knew then it was time for me to leave as well.
As I boarded a life boat I, I saw a mad scramble on the deck. "I was afraid they would catch on eventually. We'll, for the others it is too late. This one's for you dad, she's going down..." said the mocha man leader, then suddenly. POW! A huge explosion tore open the side of the ship, planted by one of the foreigners. Everyone on the upper deck was either too stupid, stoned, or self loathing, because they didn't seem to care that this mighty ship was going down. They just stood behind the golden box, which, during the explosion, had come open. With the bow now rising high in the water the scene resembled an adult birthday party with a huge golden pinata spilling food stamps, birth control pills, disability rating cards, social security cards and many freebies I didn't even recognize. What a horrible scene to watch as the ship sank slowly under the water.
This is the revelation to S.Cat.