disclaimer: mostly based on the movie, another character is added, but the other characters remain mostly like they appear in the movie. nothing's mine, except for the imagination and ceilí
rating: R!! - horror, violence and sex/rape/slash
summary: They find the ship, but the evil isn't so clearly visible. It's within them, it is around them, and there is nowhere to escape.
A new Mission
The salvage crew aboard the tugboat Arctic Warrior was the best in the business. Under the leadership of Captain Sean Murphy and with the expertise of salvage team leader Maureen Epps, First Mate Greer and technicians Dodge, Munder, Ceilí and Santos, they could locate any abandoned vessel, patch her up 'till she's seaworthy and drag her back to shore...for a price.
Dodge pulled the cable in hard and shouted to Munder to hurry. They had to get the Arctic Warrior ready for the new job. Murphy had this specific glow in his eyes, so they really had to hurry. But for Murphy, they just weren't fast enough.
"You need to haul ass!" he shouted at them.
Munder shook his head in despair. "He wants us two to fix this piece of shit in less than a day just because of some huge, old ship floating adrift off the coast of Alaska in a remote region of the Bering Sea, and we aren't even sure about how much she's worth..." the rest of his sentence went unheard.
"She's not a piece of shit!" Dodge grinned. "You gotta relax. Murphy's not rushing us without reason. There may be a fortune out there. He knows more than he's telling." Dodge always had this sensibility for the mysterious Murphy. None of them knew much about him, and still they were as close as friends. They had been working together for now more than two years and all of them already made a fortune with towing lost ships back to shore.
"And why the fuck ain't nobody helping us? Where's Santos and where's the girl?" The brown haired man was clearly troubled by the thought of having the responsibility to have to repair the ship so all alone. Dodge wasn't of great help, for he was always joking around.
"You really gotta calm down, dude! Ceilí's gone to buy food, and Santos...well, I dunno where Santos is."
"He could at least help us finishing with it today. I thought he'd be the pro here!" Munder grinned and tossed away the piece of cloth with what he had been cleaning the chrome front of the engine block. From afar he spotted a person approaching the ship.
"Santos. You're late!"
~*~
Sean Murphy tilted his head, he felt a tremendous pain. Grabbing the bottle of water next to him, he spilled the most of it. "Damnit!" he cursed under his breath. When Canadian Air Force pilot Jack Ferriman recruited him and his team to investigate a mysterious vessel that he had found, Murphy had felt this strange fear and increasing desire to find it.
The thought was driving him mad. Could it be? No, there was no rational explanation for this. It just couldn't be the Antonia Graza. But what if? By the law of the sea, any vessel discovered on international waters can be claimed by whomever is fortunate enough to find her and skilled enough to haul her back to port. And that meant that the ship was his, well, almost.
"Hey, what's up?" Maureen Epps poked her head into the office.
"Nothing...I was thinking..." he replied.
"Seems to me as if you were quite lost in your thoughts. Is it the ship?" She always seemed to know what was on his mind. But he now smiled dismissively and wiped away her worries.
"Let us go for a drink, ok?" He stood up and went over to her. Epps smiled and together they left the office. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and once again thought how much love she felt for this man. He was the closest thing she had to a father, and she loved him like a daughter loved her father. But she also felt that something obviously troubled him.
rating: R!! - horror, violence and sex/rape/slash
summary: They find the ship, but the evil isn't so clearly visible. It's within them, it is around them, and there is nowhere to escape.
A new Mission
The salvage crew aboard the tugboat Arctic Warrior was the best in the business. Under the leadership of Captain Sean Murphy and with the expertise of salvage team leader Maureen Epps, First Mate Greer and technicians Dodge, Munder, Ceilí and Santos, they could locate any abandoned vessel, patch her up 'till she's seaworthy and drag her back to shore...for a price.
Dodge pulled the cable in hard and shouted to Munder to hurry. They had to get the Arctic Warrior ready for the new job. Murphy had this specific glow in his eyes, so they really had to hurry. But for Murphy, they just weren't fast enough.
"You need to haul ass!" he shouted at them.
Munder shook his head in despair. "He wants us two to fix this piece of shit in less than a day just because of some huge, old ship floating adrift off the coast of Alaska in a remote region of the Bering Sea, and we aren't even sure about how much she's worth..." the rest of his sentence went unheard.
"She's not a piece of shit!" Dodge grinned. "You gotta relax. Murphy's not rushing us without reason. There may be a fortune out there. He knows more than he's telling." Dodge always had this sensibility for the mysterious Murphy. None of them knew much about him, and still they were as close as friends. They had been working together for now more than two years and all of them already made a fortune with towing lost ships back to shore.
"And why the fuck ain't nobody helping us? Where's Santos and where's the girl?" The brown haired man was clearly troubled by the thought of having the responsibility to have to repair the ship so all alone. Dodge wasn't of great help, for he was always joking around.
"You really gotta calm down, dude! Ceilí's gone to buy food, and Santos...well, I dunno where Santos is."
"He could at least help us finishing with it today. I thought he'd be the pro here!" Munder grinned and tossed away the piece of cloth with what he had been cleaning the chrome front of the engine block. From afar he spotted a person approaching the ship.
"Santos. You're late!"
~*~
Sean Murphy tilted his head, he felt a tremendous pain. Grabbing the bottle of water next to him, he spilled the most of it. "Damnit!" he cursed under his breath. When Canadian Air Force pilot Jack Ferriman recruited him and his team to investigate a mysterious vessel that he had found, Murphy had felt this strange fear and increasing desire to find it.
The thought was driving him mad. Could it be? No, there was no rational explanation for this. It just couldn't be the Antonia Graza. But what if? By the law of the sea, any vessel discovered on international waters can be claimed by whomever is fortunate enough to find her and skilled enough to haul her back to port. And that meant that the ship was his, well, almost.
"Hey, what's up?" Maureen Epps poked her head into the office.
"Nothing...I was thinking..." he replied.
"Seems to me as if you were quite lost in your thoughts. Is it the ship?" She always seemed to know what was on his mind. But he now smiled dismissively and wiped away her worries.
"Let us go for a drink, ok?" He stood up and went over to her. Epps smiled and together they left the office. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and once again thought how much love she felt for this man. He was the closest thing she had to a father, and she loved him like a daughter loved her father. But she also felt that something obviously troubled him.