electrically-powered trolley. It will make it much easier for you to take your supplies to the other side of… that.”
Michael-Lan was genuinely touched by the consideration. “That is very kind of you. Thank you so much. And good luck with your redress of historical wrongs.” Whistling happily, he pulled down on the handle of the trolley and felt the electric motors in the wheels boost his effort. Then, with a cheerful wave, he pulled his cargo of street- corner pharmaceuticals through the portal back to Heaven.
USS Turner Joy, Returning From Hell Deployment
“Bell-bottomed trousers, coat of Navy Blue,
She loved a sailor and he loved her too.”
Sophia Metaxas laughed as the chorus faded away, lost underneath the whine of the turbines and the roar of the destroyer’s main gearing. The old destroyer had served for almost six months in Hell and was the worse for wear because of it although, oddly, she’d weathered better than some of the more modern ships. Greater tolerances in her construction probably had a lot to do with that. She’d pulled her weight as well, her three five inch guns had made short work of some local baldrick who had tried to buck Abigor’s surrender order.
Lieutenant Travis checked his instruments then looked rather hopeful. “We should be back in Norfolk by seventeen-thirty. We’re entering the approach channels now.”
Senior Chief Robert ‘Bob” Gaussington was looking at his engine instrumentation with an increasingly worried expression on his face. He picked up the telephone and got through to the bridge. “Commander Reynolds? We’ve got a problem down here. We’re getting some bad readings on the water flow down here. Much more of this and we’ll have problems keeping steam pressure up in the engines.”
“Are those pirates of yours down there with you, Senior Chief?”
“That they are Sir. As piratical a bunch as you might want to meet.” Turner Joy had a problem, as one of the very few steam-powered ships left in the Navy, people familiar with her plant and systems were few and far between. Except, of course, for the group who had pulled the ship out of a museum and masterminded her return to service. Eventually, the navy had recognized they had little choice in the matter and drafted the whole group, putting them half-in the Navy and half-out of it. This weird status of most of her crew had given Turner Joy what was perhaps the most eccentric ship’s company in the whole Navy.
“Well, get them up here. They need to see this.” The tone brooked no delay.
Once on the bridge wings, Sophia Metaxas could see what the cause for alarm was. As far as she could see, the sea was blood-red, even the bone in the destroyer’s teeth was crimson. It was a stunning, dreadful sight, made all the worse by the silence that surrounded it. There were no sea birds, no fish jumping, nothing. Only the sound of the destroyer as she plowed through the poisonous-looking sea.
“Have you ever seen anything like this Captain.”
“Sure. It’s a Red Algal Bloom, it used to be called a Red Tide although the name’s dropped out of fashion since its nothing to do with the tide and the color can be anything from light yellow to deep brown. I’ve never seen one this large before though. When I was on the old Seattle out of Naval Weapons Station Earle in New Jersey, we saw this all the time off New York. Everything was right for an algal bloom there, lots of nutrients in the water caused by runoff from the city and a coastal upwelling, that’s where Deepwater oceanic currents underwater formations that push them to the surface. The result is the algae grow out of control and we get this. But there, the patches are perhaps a hundred yards long and about twenty wide. We’ve been sailing through this one for ten minutes and there’s no end to it.”
“How bad is this?” Sophia looked at the blood red sea and a memory of a chilling paragraph came back into her mind.
“Very. The algae produce natural toxins and deplete the dissolved oxygen in the sea water. That causes wildlife mortalities among marine and coastal species of fish, birds, marine mammals and other organisms. The worst of the poisons is a potent neurotoxin called brevetoxin. That kills everything in the water. A Red Algal Bloom this size, it could be a disaster for marine life around here.”
“The second angel poured out his bowl into the sea, and it became blood like that of a dead man; and every living thing in the sea died. Revelation 16:3.” The verse had returned to Sophia’s mind while the Captain had been speaking and she repeated it grimly. “The Second Bowl of Wrath.”
Reynolds looked at her suspiciously. “And just how did you know that?”
“My parents and grandparents took their religion very seriously. When the message came though, telling everybody to lay down and die, they did. I tried to save them, I cried and screamed at them, I tried to drag them up out of their beds, I even ripped the earrings out of my mother’s ears hoping the pain would bring her back. But nothing worked and they all just died, tearing me apart in the process. They left me alone and it was all a fraud. I’m just waiting now until they get pulled out of the hell-pit so I can go down there and tell them just what I think of them, make them suffer a little for what they put me through.”
She caught herself and smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry Captain, it’s a sore point with me I guess.”
“You guess?” Reynolds looked sad for a moment. “None of my family did that, but a few around where we lived did. One memory that I can’t get over, the dogs howling at their owners, trying to make them wake up, fighting the only way they could to try and keep them alive. We took one of them in and the poor thing was so traumatized, he shivered with fear every time one of us had a nap. I tell you this Sophia, if I can get Yahweh under our guns, just once…”
“Sorry Sir. Message from CINCLANT.” The sparker passed the message flimsy to Reynolds.
“Well, that confirms it, I think. Whole east coast is affected by this. Copies from CINCPAC say the west coast is the same. They want us to report in from here and start taking samples. They want to try and identify what this particular algal bloom is. One piece of good news is, its affecting shallow water only.”
“That makes sense.” Sophia thought carefully. “All these prophecies were written in ancient times and the authors knew very little about what was going on. Sailors mostly stuck to shallow water, deep water navigation was almost unknown. So when they saw this happening, they assumed it was all the seas, not just coastal waters. But, this is the second Bowl of Wrath all right.”
Turner Joy slowed down while the crew started trying to gather water samples. It wasn’t long before the first bottles were on board and Reynolds looked at them with disgust. Normally, even in an algal bloom, the water in a sample jar was only slightly tinged but these were saturated with color and the water seemed oily somehow.
“Captain, Doc Samuels here. Warn the men gathering samples to take precautions against contact with the water. It’s causing some of them to blister on their arms and legs and most of them are reporting coughing and sneezing attacks. I’m issuing antihistamines but we’ve only got a limited supply and if the air intakes start pulling in aerosols of that water, we could have problems all through the ship.”
“Thank’s doc. Carry on.”
Reynolds looked at the blood-red sea water again. “Just five minutes under my guns, that’s all I ask. Just five minutes.”
Chapter Eleven
Briefing Room, White House Washington DC, April 2009
“So what did you think of Yamantau Mister President?” Secretary of the Interior Salazar had wanted to go on that visit but he hadn’t.
“It is a most remarkable installation. It comforts me to think that we have something similar here.”
“Actually Mister President, we don’t.” Secretary of Defense Warner spoke sadly. “We have proposed such an installation in the past but funding was always denied. The nearest we have to Yamantau is Cheyenne Mountain and that is in care-and-maintenance status. We have some shallower installations that offer nothing like the protection of Yamantau of course. But, given the threats we face now, Yamantau offers little in the way of protection. As far as we know.”
“You think there is more to Yamantau than the Russians have let us see?”
“Of course. But I was more thinking of the kinds of attack we are facing right now. And what may come next, remember we had no warning of the attacks on Sheffield and Detroit.”
A grim silence ran around the room. The destruction of Sheffield and Detroit still had the power to awe those
