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Darkness surrounded him, the cool metal of TB4 felt cold against his skin. Alan blinked back to consciousness and squinted as he took in his surroundings. 'Oh God!' he murmered, 'the rig fell!'
Attempting to move he found he was pinned under the broken seat of TB4. He carefully pulled the chair from his legs and slowly sat up. His head throbbed dully and he realised he must have hit it hard as the craft was crushed. Immediately he looked at his watch. The face was cracked, but the red light was still flashing. Attempting to struggle upright Alan discovered that he was upside down, sitting on TB4's roof. Attempting to peer out of the windscreen he tried to see onto the sea bed. Without the lights of TB4 it was almost impossible. All he could make out was floating dead fish. He shuddered to himself as shoals floated slowly past. Then his eyes adjusted more and he saw wreckage of the rig.
As his mind suddenly took in what had happened he remembered his brother. 'Gordon' he exhaled sharply, he must have been trapped in that wreckage too, and he was nearer the sea-bed. Alan's heart pounded and his mouth went dry, why was there no radio communication? Then he calmed himself, 'I've been knocked out for a bit' he told himself rationally, 'the boys are probably frantic. Gordo might even be on the surface already.' Although even as he thought it he knew that Gordon would never leave him down there.
He quickly raised his watch,
'Scott... Virg .. John..?' He said loudly, 'can you guys hear me?'
There was silence and for a second Alan thought the watch had broken, but then it seemed to crackle into life.
'... Alan?' he heard a shout from Scott, then static scrambled parts of his message, '...you were dead.. are you?.. Gordo.. rig went down...'
'Scott' he answered 'I can't hear you! The transmittor's breaking up'.
Then Virgil and John's voices or parts of their voices.
'Gordo,is he ok? Are either of you h....'
'Alan give me the exact..... can....both....'
'I CAN'T HEAR YOU!' Alan shouted, panicked now at the thought that he'd lose contact. He wasn't afraid of the dark, but it didn't seem too friendly when you were trapped on the sea-bed in a crushed craft, in the pitch darkness.
'Guys is Gordon with you, because he wasn't with me when the rig fell and I haven't spoken to him since, has he transmitted?' Alan tried to keep the worry from his voice, and failed miserably.
More static and then a burst of all the voices.
'.. what?.... thought he w.. ..you' Virgil's frightened voice, was continually cutting out.
'Oh God..rig's wreckage.....' Scott's baratone was breaking up
'Listen Alan... got to...... fire...' John was attempting to get through, but Alan couldn't understand him, he couldn't really understand any of them but he could get the jist of it.
Gordon wasn't with them.
When he could hear nothing but static, and no voice, he said 'Guys I'm going to have to turn this off! We might really need it soon and I can't hear you. I'm going to find Gordon, I could really do with some help down here right now.'
Then his voice breaking he said gently,
'um. just so you guys know, I love you ok?'
he hoped his brothers could hear him, cos he certainly couldn't hear them, knowing full well that he might not make it out of this and that this could be the last transmission he would send, he wanted them to know.
'You're the best big brothers a guy could have, and I guess the best parents too. You did all practically raise me and Gordo! I just.. I want you all to know that.. in case, well, just.. I just want you to know it, that's all. I'll see you all, tell Dad I love him! And tell Tin-Tin too!' With those words he felt more at ease as he switched off his transmitter.
'Hold on Gordo' he willed his brother, 'I'm coming to get you!'
Feeling around desperately on the floor, he murmered a prayer of thanks as he located the oxygen mask, that was luckily still in tact, he put it and the flippers on and walked unsteadily towards TB4's hatch. Which was tilted sideways,
'Oh Man! Gordo's gonna freak when he sees this' he thought to himself.
His brother would be fine, he'd been in worse accidents than this one.
'Still.' Alan mused to himself, 'why wouldn't he communicate'.
Banishing the worst kind of thoughts from his head he pushed open the damaged hatch and emerged from the craft. The first thing he felt was the amazing heat from the water. Not being remotely knowledgeable of water, he hadn't even considered the possibilty of fire, now he remembered what he ahd heard on the rig. That's what Scott and Virg had been worrying about. Alan suddenly realised what it meant.
He swam quickly trying to see in the blackness, he had to find Gordon, because if the fire had spread, then there was no way their brothers could get to them. They were well and truly on there own.
OOOOOOOHH! Well it appears that the Tracy's are in a bit of trouble. I didn't call it the 'Trouble With The Tracys' for nothing! Again thanks for the reviews, and sorry to be cruel, but I just love to leave everyone hanging, suspense is the best element in stories!
SO HERE GOES..... WILL ALAN FIND GORDON? WILL GORDON BE ALIVE WHEN HE DOES? WILL THE GUYS PUT OUT THE FIRE? WHERE IS JEFF?
Find out in chapter 10 of 'The Trouble With The Tracys' coming soon...............
Here's a preview for the next installment ................
As he wrenched open the crushed hatch Alan crawled in, 'Gordon?' he called out , his voice shaking, fearing what he might find . As his eyes adjusted, he took in the scene in front of him, His knees started shaking and his face paled, 'GORDON!' he screamed, 'NOOOOOOOOO!'
TB1 moved closer and closer to the scalding flames,
'Scott!' Virgil warned.
'It's ok Virg' his brother answered, but then to Virgil's horror a fireball flew up to TB1 and proceeded to engulf the entire craft in flames.
Darkness surrounded him, the cool metal of TB4 felt cold against his skin. Alan blinked back to consciousness and squinted as he took in his surroundings. 'Oh God!' he murmered, 'the rig fell!'
Attempting to move he found he was pinned under the broken seat of TB4. He carefully pulled the chair from his legs and slowly sat up. His head throbbed dully and he realised he must have hit it hard as the craft was crushed. Immediately he looked at his watch. The face was cracked, but the red light was still flashing. Attempting to struggle upright Alan discovered that he was upside down, sitting on TB4's roof. Attempting to peer out of the windscreen he tried to see onto the sea bed. Without the lights of TB4 it was almost impossible. All he could make out was floating dead fish. He shuddered to himself as shoals floated slowly past. Then his eyes adjusted more and he saw wreckage of the rig.
As his mind suddenly took in what had happened he remembered his brother. 'Gordon' he exhaled sharply, he must have been trapped in that wreckage too, and he was nearer the sea-bed. Alan's heart pounded and his mouth went dry, why was there no radio communication? Then he calmed himself, 'I've been knocked out for a bit' he told himself rationally, 'the boys are probably frantic. Gordo might even be on the surface already.' Although even as he thought it he knew that Gordon would never leave him down there.
He quickly raised his watch,
'Scott... Virg .. John..?' He said loudly, 'can you guys hear me?'
There was silence and for a second Alan thought the watch had broken, but then it seemed to crackle into life.
'... Alan?' he heard a shout from Scott, then static scrambled parts of his message, '...you were dead.. are you?.. Gordo.. rig went down...'
'Scott' he answered 'I can't hear you! The transmittor's breaking up'.
Then Virgil and John's voices or parts of their voices.
'Gordo,is he ok? Are either of you h....'
'Alan give me the exact..... can....both....'
'I CAN'T HEAR YOU!' Alan shouted, panicked now at the thought that he'd lose contact. He wasn't afraid of the dark, but it didn't seem too friendly when you were trapped on the sea-bed in a crushed craft, in the pitch darkness.
'Guys is Gordon with you, because he wasn't with me when the rig fell and I haven't spoken to him since, has he transmitted?' Alan tried to keep the worry from his voice, and failed miserably.
More static and then a burst of all the voices.
'.. what?.... thought he w.. ..you' Virgil's frightened voice, was continually cutting out.
'Oh God..rig's wreckage.....' Scott's baratone was breaking up
'Listen Alan... got to...... fire...' John was attempting to get through, but Alan couldn't understand him, he couldn't really understand any of them but he could get the jist of it.
Gordon wasn't with them.
When he could hear nothing but static, and no voice, he said 'Guys I'm going to have to turn this off! We might really need it soon and I can't hear you. I'm going to find Gordon, I could really do with some help down here right now.'
Then his voice breaking he said gently,
'um. just so you guys know, I love you ok?'
he hoped his brothers could hear him, cos he certainly couldn't hear them, knowing full well that he might not make it out of this and that this could be the last transmission he would send, he wanted them to know.
'You're the best big brothers a guy could have, and I guess the best parents too. You did all practically raise me and Gordo! I just.. I want you all to know that.. in case, well, just.. I just want you to know it, that's all. I'll see you all, tell Dad I love him! And tell Tin-Tin too!' With those words he felt more at ease as he switched off his transmitter.
'Hold on Gordo' he willed his brother, 'I'm coming to get you!'
Feeling around desperately on the floor, he murmered a prayer of thanks as he located the oxygen mask, that was luckily still in tact, he put it and the flippers on and walked unsteadily towards TB4's hatch. Which was tilted sideways,
'Oh Man! Gordo's gonna freak when he sees this' he thought to himself.
His brother would be fine, he'd been in worse accidents than this one.
'Still.' Alan mused to himself, 'why wouldn't he communicate'.
Banishing the worst kind of thoughts from his head he pushed open the damaged hatch and emerged from the craft. The first thing he felt was the amazing heat from the water. Not being remotely knowledgeable of water, he hadn't even considered the possibilty of fire, now he remembered what he ahd heard on the rig. That's what Scott and Virg had been worrying about. Alan suddenly realised what it meant.
He swam quickly trying to see in the blackness, he had to find Gordon, because if the fire had spread, then there was no way their brothers could get to them. They were well and truly on there own.
OOOOOOOHH! Well it appears that the Tracy's are in a bit of trouble. I didn't call it the 'Trouble With The Tracys' for nothing! Again thanks for the reviews, and sorry to be cruel, but I just love to leave everyone hanging, suspense is the best element in stories!
SO HERE GOES..... WILL ALAN FIND GORDON? WILL GORDON BE ALIVE WHEN HE DOES? WILL THE GUYS PUT OUT THE FIRE? WHERE IS JEFF?
Find out in chapter 10 of 'The Trouble With The Tracys' coming soon...............
Here's a preview for the next installment ................
As he wrenched open the crushed hatch Alan crawled in, 'Gordon?' he called out , his voice shaking, fearing what he might find . As his eyes adjusted, he took in the scene in front of him, His knees started shaking and his face paled, 'GORDON!' he screamed, 'NOOOOOOOOO!'
TB1 moved closer and closer to the scalding flames,
'Scott!' Virgil warned.
'It's ok Virg' his brother answered, but then to Virgil's horror a fireball flew up to TB1 and proceeded to engulf the entire craft in flames.