The Direct Hit

The shelling seemed to last forever
Round after round fired from the Destroyer 

"Dude, we have been waiting here for hours!"
"Chill the fcuk out Santos, he'll be here soon"

Oil covered the forward deck and soon so did flames
The screams of men trapped behind a turret filled his ears

"This sucks Cedric, you didn't say we would have to wait."
"Can't you shut up for awhile? And stop being all stupid."

The oily smoke seemed to roll down the ship
He pulled the thin white cotton shirt up to cover his face

"There he is! Right over there! He better have good shit!
"Christ Santos, your junky ass will take whatever he's got."

The ship began to heel to port, the hull had been breached
It wouldn't be long before it keeled over

"Hey man, where you been? We've been waiting for hours!"
"It's only fifteen after. You got money?"

The torpedo had targeted her boiler room, and hit home
The room was flooded and all power had been knocked out

"Yeah man, here, it's all there, count it, count it."
"You got $23.00, enough for a couple of bags."

Oil slicks spread out in every direction around the ship
In seconds it looked as if the sea was on fire

"Couple of bags? Man, that should get at least three!"
"You don't want to buy? Fine, see ya."

The heat was suffocating, he knew it would only be minutes
Until the flames or the ocean took him

"No, no, man, it's all good, c'mon, don't clown like that!"
"Here, now get the fcuk away from me."

He drew one last agonizing breath and let himself slip
Over the side of the ship into the liquid inferno

"Oh shiiittt Cedric...this is that good Mexican stuff...
I'm already feeling it take me far, far way..."