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The following day consisted of practice with reloading guns. Lawrence held a drill session, making Tommy, Adam Faulkner, Oliver and Nick reload the guns over and over until they could do it without dropping something or fumbling too much. Tommy was frustrated himself, but he didn't dare complain as he reloaded his gun for the 10th time. Lawrence paced before them, chewing on his wheat stem and glaring at them as they attempted to do even better.
"You powder monkeys aren't doin' so bad," he huffed, flicking some gunpowder in Oliver's face to prove the name. Oliver coughed a bit and shrunk away, finishing up his gun and looking up at Lawrence pitifully. Tommy hoped that it was their last time doing that, but sure enough Lawrence demanded them to reload again. Tommy unwillingly obliged, and to his relief, they were dismissed from today's session for the day and were off for a lunch break.
Once everyone finished their daily serving of soup, Tommy hung back, not really in a rush t
Scaretale: Chapter 8Chapter 8
For once, Brad was wrong, Tommy realized as he dragged a soaking wet mop across the boards of the upper deck. He overheard Iku and Kio's voices as they lounged about, gazing at the ocean and chit-chatting. So Shiki was the Quartermaster- apparently like the Captain's right-hand man. He would maintain order, distribute supplies and he would gain most loot of any plunder next to the Captain. Also, if anything were to happen to the Captain, Shiki would take over. Though when Iku mentioned Adam, they both fell silent and refused to speak of his job. Tommy was curious, but he didn't dare ask questions or else they'd know he was eavesdropping.
"Ey, kid!" A booming voice blasted in Tommy's ear, and he flinched, whipping around to meet Zak's angry blue-eyed gaze. "Quit spacin' out and get to work!" Just to make Tommy's life more difficult, he kicked over the bucket of water, causing all of its contents to spill out and make a mess. Tommy scrambled forwards, picking the bucket up and
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Tommy thought that for sure he was going to puke.
He felt a foul taste rising in his throat, his stomach spinning, but he had to keep a calm expression, by all means possible. At every crack of the whip, Oliver flinched next to him, his eyes shimmering in fear. Tommy kept a steady gaze out into the waves, even though blood was flying in his peripheral vision. Adam's mangled cries died away, and there was an eerie silence accompanied by the calls of seagulls and the heavy waves crashing into one another. And then the whip again.
Tommy glanced to his left as much as he could without turning his head, seeing Adam standing above it all, watching with a blazing fire in that abyss of icy cold. As if he was angry, and that anger was showing through Lawrence's movements as he whipped Adam Faulkner, but even Lawrence was becoming disturbed. This baffled Tommy, considering the man has always been cold-hearted and tough but it seems that he was just as scared as Adam was. Tommy couldn't
One to ManyLet's say all of your loved ones are placed on a train track with a deadly train barreling towards them. You can flip the switch and direct the train elsewhere, but on the opposing tracks, the person that means the most to you in the world is there.
What would you do? Flip the switch and save five lives or not flip the switch and save one life?
Maybe quantity doesn't mean anything to you and you focus on your love to that one person. But how can you trust them, to believe that they love you just as much, to do the same thing for you if they had to? Would they flip the switch for you or would you be the one life lost?
No matter what you pick, you're overwhelmed with the echoes of your morals as soon as it's over. You either suffer heartbreak at loosing that person or you deal with the consequences of having killed all the friends and family that have been there for you, supporting you, hell- even the parents that created your very existence. Are their lives, which are so solely focused