A History of the Expedition
by
Diabetes of Praxis
The ship sailed away from the island. The crew were in good spirits. They had been able to replenish their dwindling supplies of water and fresh fruit and the weather was ideal for voyagibg. The mood changed, however, after no land was sighted for several weeks. An unease settled over the crew and they became despondent and quarrelsome. The slightest thing would cause argument.
“You’re sitting at my oar!”
“Someone broke the string on my harp.”
“Lyre.”
“No, it’s true. Look.”
As they continued across the unknown sea they became aware of a roaring sound. A waterfall? Surely not in the middle of the ocean. A cry came from the look out; “Trouble ahead. The water looks wild and I can’t see beyond the turbulence.”
They felt themselves being dragged by a strong current. Furiously they manipulated their oars to move the ship in reverse. Their best efforts to break away were in vain and they were helpless. Harder and harder they rowed, nearer and nearer they approached the boiling waves. Ajax called upon Poseidon once again but his pleas went unheeded. Then suddenly the ship’s bow plunged downwards throwing the crew forward. Desperately they tried to cling on but to no avail. Down and down they fell, tumbling forever into the abyss. On his way down Ajax found himself thinking;
“So the earth is flat after all – FAECES!”
THE VERY END
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