Gannon Snippets

At The End Of The World – Snippet 15

At The End Of The World - Snippet 15 At the end of that very long day, we gathered in the radio house while the furnace in the remains of the primary processing plant got hot enough to cook dinner. But we couldn't wait, because we were starving again. So hard-boiled penguin eggs were passed around. Now let me tell you two things about penguin eggs. One is pretty predictable; the other is pretty bizarre. The predictable: they taste pretty much like fish. I mean, they are just this side of awful. But when you're hungry enough -- well, you'll...

At The End Of The World – Snippet 14

At The End Of The World - Snippet 14 "Damn, I wish! Uh... sir. But a neighbor had one, and we used to hunt together sometimes. But that was, uh . . . a while ago." She looked away as she said it, and then quickly up at me. Don't ask me why, but judging from that look, I suspect that as Chloe had come closer to womanhood, her neighbor's choice of prey had probably undergone a dire change. The captain tucked the weapon back under his arm. "I'm glad you're familiar with rifles. You're going to be familiar with this one, too, by the end of the...

At The End Of The World – Snippet 13

At The End Of The World - Snippet 13 Giselle leaned across the table, reached out her hand. Lice just shook her head again. I have to admit I wasn't surprised. Ever since we pulled Lice out of the water, she avoided group talks, particularly those which focused on our future. Sometimes, when we were on deck, I'd see her looking at the water and I couldn't help suspecting that she regretted not having the courage to take a lungful before we got to her. And in just the last twenty-four hours, she'd kind of detached from us. She'd spent most of...

At The End Of The World – Snippet 12

At The End Of The World - Snippet 12 I kept my distance, not wanting to wind up on the captain's ninja radar. He and Keywood ultimately slipped into the marine stores shed, just a little bit east of the boathouse that fronted on the pier. I went around to the rear of the huge "shed", eased open the back door. I had missed the opening part of the conversation, but I had no trouble picking up the topic. "-- so I don't want to have to pull rank, Alan, but this time, you can't make your decision as a free agent." "You don't have enough rank to...

At The End Of The World – Snippet 11

At The End Of The World - Snippet 11 The captain took a half step toward Keywood; it looked like a prelude to a plea, rather than a threat. "Anyone coming out here will know where KEP is, but they won't have gone to the other bays. They won't know to look for us at --" Keywood stepped back. "No. That's madness. This is the only facility big enough to hold us. And we could never move enough of the stores in time. Besides, this is about you and that bloody glacier again. What is it, Alan? A death wish of some kind?" "I don't give a tinker's...

At The End Of The World – Snippet 10

At The End Of The World - Snippet 10 Keywood nodded. "That's the gist of it. There's always a few veterans in every dodgy lot, and they're likely to recognize our call signs, and figure out that this plague might not have reached us. And as the bodies pile up around them, there will be little to stop them from grabbing a ship and seeing for themselves. That's why we didn't answer your transmissions, Alan. Orders. And we couldn't take the chance of encouraging them." The captain seemed to be sucking at something caught in his teeth. "Won't...

At The End Of The World – Snippet 09

At The End Of The World - Snippet 09 August 5 We had following seas and the wind a-stern all the way to South Georgia Island. That was a good, but not great, combo. The wind coming from directly behind meant we had to tack a bit, which, all told, probably cost us an extra day. But the seas became calmer as we edged a bit north, and the grey line of clouds to the south receded. From the Galapagos onward, the captain had warned us that this could be the roughest part of the voyage. But once we were hugging Tierra del Fuego, he added the caveat...

At The End Of The World – Snippet 08

At The End Of The World - Snippet 08 The last crewmember is Lice. Which is short for Alice, but she spends so much time scratching at the dark brown rat's nest on her head that I had almost forgotten her real name. Lice is how she introduced herself, and she seems to take pride in that, along with the other weird behaviors and clothes that kind of make her emo and punk at the same time. Unfortunately, that combo means she never tells you -- or even shows you -- what she really thinks. She rolls her eyes at everything. Especially anything that...