The Gash of Greed

Short Story
The Gash of Greed

If they had known what was going to happen, they never would have answered the phone. He heard sea and thunder over the intercom getting louder as if it was announcing its presence with malice and misery. It was a cold, but calm morning aboard the legendary glass cutter, over the phone came an emergency rescue for a sinking Icebreaker.

The lost souls who answered were Lieutenant Commander Asaras, lieutenant Paltati, and Commander Hantios.

Hantios yelled his greeting over the intercom, GOOD MORNING ALASKA! All those aboard hated this with a passion.

“What idiot would go into a glacier at full speed?” Asaras pondered.

“The captain said it happened during an emergency rescue of an expedition team,” Paltati said.

“I heard that they found an old Viking amulet” Hantios jokingly said, 

“It doesn’t matter what they saw or did, people could be dying and this could be a career mission for all of us. Let’s go,” said Paltati 

A cold wind blew out of the door as they were leaving. After arriving at the crash site and breaking open the door, they saw it, 

“Well what do you know, there’s the amulet in all its ancient glory!” Hantios proclaimed, 

“That’s not what we are here for!” Asaras retorted. 

Paltati went towards the control room with a flashlight as Hantios sneakily put the relic in his pocket. 

As the team entered the control room, the floor dropped,

Taking everything to the bottom floor.

 “What happened?” Hantios said, the ship then started to shake and crumble, nearly breaking in half.

Suddenly Asaras grabs and stumbles away with the amulet in hand, seemingly trying to run away from something. The amulet drops as he disappears with a big slash on the wall, and the dazed but alive Paltati starts mumbling

 “That’s… not…” Hantios interrupts, 

“We need to leave right now.” He helps her with an arm over her shoulder as they continue forward. 

“There’s a way out over there.”

Paltati weakly says. As they reach the door out of the engine room,

Paltati passes out. 

As he turns the corner, Hantios sees it, bones, piles, and piles of bones, and in the middle is a picture of a wife and son.  



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