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pointed towards the sky. “You got the man upstairs looking after you, so you have.” He crossed himself, dipped his hand beyond the boat and flicked seawater over Smith and I. 
    I took a long blow on my mouthpiece. These Irish guys had an unshakeable belief in a higher entity. Although I couldn’t believe in any type of religion, I didn’t doubt these people’s conviction in their faith. These were tough, war torn guys and absolutely inspired and motivated by their loyalty. I disagreed with Smith. These Irish guys were like a pack of attack dogs, one word and they’d be tearing out the opposition’s throat, even though they had a deep seated sense of Christianity.
    Smith flipped his head backwards and dive-bombed over the side of the boat, disappearing into the sea below.
    Shit, it was time for me to go down with him. I hadn’t said the word for a long while, probably since I was a kid in London when I shouldn’t have been uttering such obscenities. But through the mouthpiece I managed to squeeze out “ Oh, bollocks ,” before I leaned backwards and stupidly and voluntarily fell out of a perfectly good boat.
    After the splash of the water’s surface, I couldn’t hear anything apart from my own breathing, sucking in and out of the air tank on my back. I panicked at first, flapping around in an unfamiliar environment. The salt water stung the cut on my lip. Water, lightweight but I sunk. The weight belt. What the hell ? Everything was blue. I settled, I could breath. Wow ! Another world . It was fucking beautiful. Crystal clear sea and everything moved in slow motion. It was like some kind of weird dream.
    Shoals of colorful fish breezed by me like I was an alien inhabitant in their environment. The reef in front of me opened in amazing expanse. Acres of sea vegetation fluttered in the underwater tide across the rocky surface. I saw Smith examining the ship’s hull a few yards to my right. He was flipping his legs, keeping himself level to the point of impact where the ship had hit the reef. I kicked my legs and moved further towards him.
    Smith pointed to the bottom of the ship, something I’d never seen before. The tapered end of the front of the warship was wedged into a crevice in the gray, rocky reef’s surface. The whole steel structure had been bent around the gap in the reef, almost like a giant pair of snippets had pulled the entire front of the ship around to the right. The rippled, sandy sea bed sat around twenty yards below and to the rear of the rest of the vessel.
    Even I could see that if the warship was put in reverse gear the whole of the front hull would be ripped out and the ship would sink. We couldn’t move. We were stuck where we were.
    Instead of arguing about the whereabouts of our location, the men who stood around that table on the ship’s bridge should have made the decision to anchor out at sea and taken the smaller sea boat to investigate the island. The result of their indecisiveness had cost us dearly.  
    I looked at Smith and gave a cut throat signal. The ship was unmovable. He nodded.
    Movement over his shoulder caught my attention. At first, I thought it was another shoal of fish swimming by. Then I noticed the ragged form was human sized and shaped. The emaciated creature, who had once been a living male person, clawed its way through the sea towards us. The flesh around this thing’s face was gray and rotten, presumably eroded by time below the water’s surface. The scowl was unmistakable, lips gone and protruding teeth snapping in anticipation. Medium length sandy hair billowed around the partially visible skull. The remains of a pair of beige shorts and a brightly colored yellow shirt flapped around the zombie’s gaunt body.
    I flapped my hand and pointed behind Smith at the approaching ghoul. Smith picked up on my signal and the terrified look in my eyes. He immediately spun around and saw the floating dead guy drawing nearer.
    As usual, Smith didn’t panic. He