Under Pressure

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“Ed!”

Ed Nickerson barely heard Marcy’s voice over the riot of the waves and the frigid autumn wind. He squinted towards the bow of the ship. Marcy stood up front of the mast, gripping the railing with one hand and pointing out across the rolling, grey water.

Ed’s gaze followed the line of her arm and settled on the sick, white blur spread across Lake Superior’s surface. A flock of seagulls wheeled overhead, screeching at each other and the world in general.

“I see it!" he shouted back, and a cold that had nothing to do with the weather settled around him.

Ed trudged forward to join Marcy and Doug, his other graduate student, up front of the mast. He reached them just as the prow of the Inland Sea sliced through the mass of dead fish.

There were so many of them, they flattened Superior’s restless waves. The corpses collided with the hull, making dull thumping noises. Ed’s jaw clenched as he watched the screaming, diving scavenger birds cluster around to take their share of the carnage.

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