Stories the Officers Wouldn't Tell: The Seven Inch Water Leaper
Disclaimer: All Titanic characters belong to their respective owners and to history. I make no claims to them. All non-Titanic characters are mine and made by me. I make no money off this story as it is written for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter One
After that encounter with the fairy folk and the magical chest the officers of the Titanic were certain they had seen and encountered it all.
Yet, somehow, life had a way of throwing things into their path that they did not expect to encounter…nor would they ever forget.
Second Officer Charles Lightoller looked almost bored looking out the window on the bridge. It was as if someone was playing a game of tossing something on the window only to have it bounce off and then repeat the process.
Curiosity began to take over Captain Smith when he heard a thumping noise that would not go away. Whoever was causing the noise certainly had a steady rhythm going and it clearly had some sort of intelligence.
"Mister Lightoller, what is—gah!" The captain exclaimed when the creature threw itself against the window again.
The creature's large gaping mouth pressed against the window to reveal small sharp teeth. As soon as it appeared it fell from sight.
"I have no idea, sir," Charles admitted. "It's not very bright whatever it is. It's either attempting suicide by window or it gets some sort of satisfaction by throwing itself against glass. Do you think it could be a mating ritual, sir?"
"Mister Lightoller!"
"Animals do all sorts of odd things in the wild, sir!"
Upon hearing the commotion Sixth Officer James Paul Moody hurried up to the bridge. "I heard shouting! Is something wrong?"
Straightening his back Captain Smith spoke, "Mister Moody, take a look out that window and tell me what you see."
To say James was rather confused and curious at the same time would be an understatement. Still an order was an order so he calmly walked forward and looked down. "It looks like a frog without any legs. It has bat wings for what I think are arms and a lizard-like tail. That's really clever but rather ugly looking. Who made it?"
"It's alive, Mister Moody," Charles explained.
"Really? Nature has a strange, strange sense of humor."
"You're being rather calm about this."
"I haven't had my coffee yet and it's a bit too early for me to be getting freaked out by things like this."
"What do you think it wants?" Charles asked while the creature flung itself against the window.
"It could be hungry, attempting to beach itself, or maybe it's mating season and it thinks we have a female. Do these things even have a mating season? How do they reproduce?"
No one could explain nor could they forget the amount of bellowing the ship's captain did over his officer's discussion on the creature's mating habits.
