The sea was rough and choppy. The rain was coming down in sheets. The wind was gusting at what felt to be a hundred miles an hour. The lightning was flashing across the sky with wild abandon. The men working aboard the ship were rushing about the ship as best they could. The passengers were all huddled below deck, almost all of them in the central dining room. This was making out to be some cruise. Not! There was real fear stirring deep in the hearts of the tourists. This was the deep ocean. If they went down out here, no one would know for weeks. The ship was rocking and pitching hard enough to make it difficult to stand. Most of the people were huddled together. They had left one of the sailors down here to try to keep the people in line. He was shouting words of encouraging and reassuring everyone as best he could. This storm had gone on for several hours and it was beginning to wear on everyone aboard. More than a few people were sick with fear and the sea. The lights above them flickered several time and then went out completely. The tourists responded by screaming and the level of fear escalated even more.<br/><br/>Annie Moore swore as the ship pitched severely. It rocked upwards and then dropped, leaving her momentarily in free fall.<br/><br/>"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"<br/><br/>She was unsure how much longer she could hold out her own queasiness. She was a sailor's daughter. This was the first time she worried about being seasick. A large wave followed the pitch and some of the water rushed down the stairwells from the upper decks. They did not want this dining hall to fill with water. Annie wondered what the captain was doing about the situation. He'd better be a hell of sailor. The darkness was not the most comforting thing. Annie steadied herself against the wall. She gripped the handrail and swore some more. The boat was rocking violently to the side. It was had enough to make the people slid to the side. One of the passengers suddenly couldn't take it anymore. He burst into maniacal laughter and lunged himself at a table. He clutched the steak knife in a crazed, vice-like grip. The passengers around him started slowly noticing, sending a ripple of panic through the crowd.<br/><br/>"I WILL NOT BE EATEN!"<br/><br/>He shoved the knife deep into his eye socket and started tearing it. Blood poured out his eye and all over him. It sprayed out over nearby passengers. People were screaming and trying to get away from him. The man's eye was slowly deflating and falling out of his head. He continued laughing between screams. The rest of the passengers watched in horror as he continued stabbing and tearing. The blood was everywhere. Finally, he gave it one last thrust and fell over dead.<br/><br/>Annie was confused as hell. What the shit was that?! Eaten? What the hell was wrong with that guy? She closed her eyes. Please, just let this be over with soon.