( CHAPTER 48 ) - [ THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA ] - { PT. 1 }


 { PT.  1 } - ( CHAPTER  48 )                                     The ear-splitting shrill of seven short blasts could have woken the dead. Christiano and Angelica shot upwards and turned to each other with a quizzical look that seemed to suspend in time. The long alarm followed. Its screech left a high-pitched ringing in their ears. Christiano scrambled for the lift jackets in a nearby cupboard and rushed to place one on Angelica and then on himself. What do you think is going on? I don't know, but we'd better follow protocol. He finished clipping his jacket and made his way to the porthole to take a look outside. The ocean was as calm as a mirror. He turned his head from left to right. I can't see anything wro--A sudden blast ripped through the ship, knocking them both off their feet. Sounds of tearing metal and gushing water followed as if the ship was being torn in two. Christiano crawled across the floor to Angelica, pulled close to his chest. Whatever happens, stay close to me. As they reached the cabin door, Angelica looked up at him with cold dread in her eyes. He cupped her face. Do you trust me? She nodded, tears streaming her cheeks. I won't let anything happen to you. He kissed her lips before pulling his sleeve over his hand and grasping the searing metal handle. The door buckled from the other side causing tow large concaves. It relented like a joint being ripped from its socket. Hot, dense smoke, heavy with toxic fumes, hurled towards them in a raped wind motion that enveloped them in a cloak of smog.

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