Smithereens Press Chapbooks 'Zero at the Bone' by David Wheatley | Page 29

SCENE NINE
NEMO
[Feet dragging on the shingle in darkness. Muttering.]
Sea area forecast... Dogger bank...
easterly, south-easterly... rough, very rough...
that old bastard captain... did he think
that crew of his wouldn’t... shout their mouths off...
about what he was carrying... in the hold...
always pissed by midday... I saw the gun,
I knew he’d a gun... I knew the day we sailed
someone would end up... that I couldn’t... go on...
but threaten me, would you... rave all you want,
the safe was empty... I knew where he’d hidden... his stash...
what better way out, I thought... rounding the point
than... down... over the side... with barely a splash...
and swimming ashore... in the backdrifts from the boat...
to the call of... how you say in English... a whitethroat...

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