The Bloated One
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Below is a small piece from my second novel continuing the adventures of a time travelling teenager, Tarquin Jenkins. I have a problem that I'd like some help with. The premise is simple. Two alien races play around with earth's history, sending it down different pathways. An organization that Tarquin belongs to, tries to stop them. Here lies the problem. The aliens are saving the Titanic, not letting it hit the iceberg. For a YA fiction novel, I am going to need to play with life and death. History has to remain on course, so the ship must sink. People will die. Is the subject matter too black and white for YA fiction?
Calbhach is a leprechaun...Archie is a human.
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Calbhach and Archie broke open the bridge door. Inside was Captain Edward J Smith, standing bolt upright staring at the wall. Two officers looked at him, puzzled.
“It’s a Griddleback clone!” Shouted Archie moving quickly past the officers to wave a hand in front of the Captain’s unchanging expression before gently pushing him. The Captain’s rigid body slid across the wall and fell to the floor.
The two officers rushed to his aid, “Who are you? What have you done to Captain Smith?” Cried one as Calbhach grabbed his collar, levered himself up so he was level with his face. “We are your only hope,” he growled, injecting him before gently pushing the officer backwards letting him fall unconscious to the floor.
“What’s wrong with Captain Smith?” Shouted the other officer looking at Archie. “He’s sleeping,” replied Archie.
“He can’t be sleeping!” Shouted the officer. Archie looked into Smith’s his wide, staring eyes.
“It’s definitely a clone. What are the Griddlebacks up to?” Said Archie shaking his head. He wiped his brow and looked out to sea.”He was put here to avoid the iceberg, save the Titanic, and put history on another course.”
Archie looked at the time,”forty minutes before they’re due to hit the iceberg.”
“What iceberg?” Queried the officer.
“Has Captain Smith changed course in the last twenty minutes?” Asked Archie.
“No,” replied the officer, “ but he dropped our speed to 5 knots and doubled the look-outs.”
Archie looked at Calbhach who had got behind the remaining officer and injected him. They placed him with his unconscious colleague on the bridge floor.
“Smith is hoping someone spots the iceberg and either they avoid it, or we hit it at a such a slow speed that it doesn’t sink the ship. What do we do?” Asked Archie.
“We have to hit the iceberg at 25 knots. It has to sink.”
Calbhach is a leprechaun...Archie is a human.
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Calbhach and Archie broke open the bridge door. Inside was Captain Edward J Smith, standing bolt upright staring at the wall. Two officers looked at him, puzzled.
“It’s a Griddleback clone!” Shouted Archie moving quickly past the officers to wave a hand in front of the Captain’s unchanging expression before gently pushing him. The Captain’s rigid body slid across the wall and fell to the floor.
The two officers rushed to his aid, “Who are you? What have you done to Captain Smith?” Cried one as Calbhach grabbed his collar, levered himself up so he was level with his face. “We are your only hope,” he growled, injecting him before gently pushing the officer backwards letting him fall unconscious to the floor.
“What’s wrong with Captain Smith?” Shouted the other officer looking at Archie. “He’s sleeping,” replied Archie.
“He can’t be sleeping!” Shouted the officer. Archie looked into Smith’s his wide, staring eyes.
“It’s definitely a clone. What are the Griddlebacks up to?” Said Archie shaking his head. He wiped his brow and looked out to sea.”He was put here to avoid the iceberg, save the Titanic, and put history on another course.”
Archie looked at the time,”forty minutes before they’re due to hit the iceberg.”
“What iceberg?” Queried the officer.
“Has Captain Smith changed course in the last twenty minutes?” Asked Archie.
“No,” replied the officer, “ but he dropped our speed to 5 knots and doubled the look-outs.”
Archie looked at Calbhach who had got behind the remaining officer and injected him. They placed him with his unconscious colleague on the bridge floor.
“Smith is hoping someone spots the iceberg and either they avoid it, or we hit it at a such a slow speed that it doesn’t sink the ship. What do we do?” Asked Archie.
“We have to hit the iceberg at 25 knots. It has to sink.”