what we will do with the drunken whaler

Drunken Whaler (EMH short story)

Just a fun little idea I got when I found this song: https://youtu.be/YlYafmSO3TY
Be sure to listen to it while you read this.

HABIT stalks his victim through the abandoned halls of an old children’s hospital.

“What will we do with a drunken whaler?”

Those words echoed repeatedly down the barren, cold corridor chilling me to the very core.

“What will we do with a drunken whaler?”

His footsteps sounded closer, slow and deliberate.

“What will we do with a drunken whaler, early in the morning?”

He stopped and I held my breath, sulking deeper into the darkness of the closet I was hiding in.

“Way, hey and up she rises.”

He began again, continuing down the hall.

“Way, hey and up she rises.”

I sighed, pushed the closet down open slowly, pausing at every creak.

“Way,hey and up she rises…”

I heard him pause his step and I froze like a deer trapped in headlights.

“Early in the morning”

His growl was low and demonic much like a defensive creature except he wasn’t the one being cornered. I was trapped like a rabbit in a snare.

“Stuff him in a sack and throw him over.”

He sang, dragging what sounded like a knife or metal pole against the torn walls creating an awful scraping sound.

“Stuff him in a sack and throw him over.”

His footsteps approached once again and I shut the closet door, praying he wouldn’t enter the room.

“Stuff him in a sack and throw him over, early in the morning…”

Suddenly, I jumped with fear as a loud clunk revibrated throughout the building, putting an end to the scraping noise.

“Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner.”

He continued and by now tears had stained my face.

“Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner.”

I covered my mouth, urging myself to stay quiet.

“Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner, early in the morning.”

It fell deathly silent until I heard the rooms door creak open but there were no footsteps to follow it.

“Way,hey and up she rises.”

He began again, softer this time and in a gentler tone but that did nothing to calm me.

“Way,hey and up she rises.”

He entered the room slowly and softly, a strange dragging sound followed behind him.

“Way, hey and up she rises…”

He crossed the room.

“Early in the morning.”

After a few moments of nothing I picked up the courage to open a small crevice of the closet door, peering through the gap. He stood by the barred window, facing away from me.

“…shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol…”

He sang much quieter this time.

“Shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol.”

I watched him cautiously, jumping when he dropped what, to my horror, appeared to be the remains of a human skull. Only then did I notice the legs of a body lying behind him.

“Shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol, early in the morning.”

He turned sharply and I gasped, ducking out of the light.

“Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver.”

He continued to sing, chuckling darkly and unsheathing a knife from his belt.

“Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver.”

The eerie song carried on as he slowly approached my hiding spot.

“Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver…”

The closet doors flew open.

“Early in the morning…”

I had no time to process what happened next. There was lots of red and then darkness…nothing else remained except his song.

“Way, hey and up she rises”

I listened. There was nothing else I could do.

“Way, hey and up she rises”

It echoed continuously throughout my head, the last words I will ever hear.

“Way, hey and up she rises, early in the morning…”

HABIT hummed gently, dragging a small body behind him. Such a sweet song, a gentle calm tune that could easily make babies sleep and children silent.

And silent they were…

anonymous asked:

i don't know if you've seen that article about the cannibal rat infested ghost ship but that is some dishonored shit right there

one slightly sensational article; and another more level-headed one

You’re right that’s some what shall we do with a drunken whaler, well, a couple of torpedoes might be called for right now shit

I have so many questions. How long could rats survive on a ship like this? Would there be any non-perishable food on-board to extend their lifespan - surely if you waited long enough, without additional sources of food, the rats would slowly eat each other until only one was left, and then that one would die?

Actually I’ve just remembered that rats can swim so maybe we should not use torpedoes but rather thermite-based incendiary bombs plus a blanket of napalm, if this is actually true