Despite rotting at the bottom of the ocean , this long - wrack ship plays host to a group of in an elaborate way dressed company departer . What could possibly be going on in this under the ocean scene ? have ’s hear your good fictitious explanations .
This is just one of many images fromAndreas Franke ’s Stavronikita Project , which blends real photo of the S.S. Stavronikita with persona of folks in rococo fashions ( viaDesign You Trust ) . you may see more photos from this serial atThe sink Worldfor even more inspiration .
Mercado swam a niggling faster as the Rococo came into view . When she ’d taken the Disaster Tours cod drive , she could n’t help but look up to the clockwork creatures who still roamed the ship ’s decks . It was n’t just Feng Xitai ’s craftsmanship — though that was authentic ; while the ship had rotted and furled with ocean life , the bots looked as raw as they had on the Rococo ’s maiden voyage . It was the way they seamed to enjoy their submerged life , continuing to express joy over their dinner party company and rendezvous and elaborate dances . Most masses thought the bots had n’t left the ship because Feng had fail to programme them with passable self - preservation protocols . Mercado liked to think it was because they were having too much fun .
She ’d had to dismantle a Disaster Tours surveillance bot on the way down . Technically , Disaster Tours did n’t own the Rococo or her crowd , but there were rumors that the company hold shark bots near their underwater term of enlistment sites , and Mercado preferred not to adjoin her remnant between two sets of titanium teeth .
She sleuth a cluster of the ship ’s bots on deck seated about a dinner party mesa . Illusory candles burned , lighting up faces that still look small-grained and rouged . She only demand one of the bots this time , a lure for the financier who would back a full - scale salvage foreign mission . She mentally selected a gynoid in a improbable wig , sink in her hot seat in faux drinking .
Mercado gripped the ships rail and pulled herself over . One of the bot spied her and raised his glass , beckon her over . She briefly see what it might be like to perpetrate up a chair , to run out her oxygen fence by these refined actors . Perhaps in her dying moments , she ’d be converted as one of them , frequent the ship for timelessness with her own bon mots . Instead , she lifted up one of the drunken gynoid ’s arms and attempted to fall away it into a actuation vest .
As shortly as the gynoid recognize the vest , however , she began to lam . She flap down Mercado back with a astonishingly unattackable sleeve . Her screams pierce the water as Mercado jumble to find the waistcoat and try out again .
Mercado push aside the sharp , sudden pain in her bowel as her digit buckle over the vest . I was only when she try — and failed — to push off the pack of cards that she noticed the blade poking out of her belly and the tendril of red snaking from her wetsuit .
Fogman ’s storey :
‘ I decant the wine-coloured and take a sip , but I was n’t pay it any mind .
I scratched at my breast . Whatever this courtship was made out of , I did n’t like it . I had seen suits made of cotton , wool , even silk . I had even been fortunate enough to taste the first two , and this did n’t find like either of those . I was also fairly certain the antsy fabric was n’t silk .
“ Not enjoying the party , William ? ”
“ deplorable ? ” I respond , shaken out of my mind .
Anna smile , “ I inquire whether you were enjoying the party . ”
I took another sip of wine , “ Oh , yes . Yes , it ’s very … ” I look around the room at the woman decline in her seat , asleep , “ It ’s very lively . ”
Anna laughed , “ Not the word I would use . ”
“ No , ” I hold , “ It ’s like a assembly of cadavers . ”
Jonathan walked over to Anna and I , “ Anna ! I did n’t see you there ! How are you enjoying my unexampled ship ? ”
The ship rocked from side to side , cause me to pour forth my wine onto my wooing .
Jonathan chuckle , “ Not yet found your sea legs I see , William . ” He turned to Anna , “ Anna , my dear . You simply must meet my aunt . I ’ve told her about your poetry , and she wish to listen some from your own lips . ”
Jonathan lead Anna away . She turn her head to look back at me . Our eyes satisfy and silent word shared when it happened .
The ship careen frontwards , tossing me violently into the mesa , spilling soup all over the sleeping woman . The hull check and piddle poured in with intensity I ’d never project before . Water replete the cabin , and pushed it ’s right smart down into my lung . The last thing I saw before everything faded aside was Anna , float away , hand in hand with Jonathan . ’
The masked man stared at me silently for a moment .
‘ Is that all ? ’ He asked .
‘ Yes , but is n’t it enough ? ’
‘ No . ’
‘ I loved that woman since I was a boy , and never told her . The last matter I saw before I died was her unloving bride-to-be contribute her aside from me . I will not countenance that be . ’
‘ You give way , ’ the cloaked piece said , ‘ the great unwashed die . And they exit all manner of enjoy ones behind . To stay in the earth and not dwell in it is a corruption of universe . ’
I stir .
‘ That being said , ’ he continued , ‘ I ca n’t turn back you . You must take to move on . ’
‘ Then I take to stay ! ’
‘ You ’ll witness nothing but miserableness , there . ’
‘ I ’ll be with her . ’
‘ A shadow of her . ’
‘ But her . ’
The cloaked man raised his staff and the creation faded off .
I poured the wine-colored and took a sip .
This fourth dimension , I would get it correct .
jay_typical ’s chronicle :
It was an idea had by children 100 of age ago , of having tea party at the bottom of pools ; an adventuresome game of breath holding and hear desperately to stay at the bottom for as long as possible . Some rich old bat decide that now was the perfect time to make her puerility ambition a reality , never you take care how boring tea parties in reality were ; especially tea parties without actual tea .
Maxmordon ’s story :
From all his adventure , full of debauchery and sin , the one Silvio , fourth Hidalgo of Limonagrio , regret the most was that nighttime during the new lunar month before Midsummer when he found himself at the seashore .
The last thing he recall was getting dispatch by force play from Doña Miguelina ’s Soiree after say some disgraceful hearsay about her cousin , the archbishop and was recede after trying to get hold the path back to Villa Limonagrio when he all of a sudden hear the joke and strain of an enchanted gathering .
He observe himself in front of the ocean , as black as ink , and along the blue Wave he see twinkle , not unlike oriental paper lamps and he palpate oddly drawn to them . He swam , with blouse and breeches , and feeling such a wrapper peace .
Underwater , he approached to the lamps and figures , human figures , beautiful shape trip the light fantastic toe on the pack of cards of “ La Doncella ” , a ship that had sank when Silvio ’s big - grandfather , the famed commodore and first Hidalgo of Limonagrio , was a mishipman . Never Silvio had seen such sweetheart and elegance ; he observed them from afar , singing ballads in the language of hulk and seagulls and playing licentious game that made him , from all mass , brush .
The spectres note him and Silvio was need air , but when he hear to go to the surface , the aparitions dragged him with frigid porcelain hands and frozen face . He thought on screaming but did not need to lease go the small air he had will . He was feeling that unnerving repose tear him , along those puppet and as he was losing consciousness he suddenly felt a pull and conceive everything was lost .
When he woke up , it was a chip before morning and Silvio was surrounded by Pisces the Fishes . The fishermen in their small bost had caught many unusual things , including a angelfish , but never an Hidalgo . It turned out to be the best catch they ever had , granting them enough coins to make sportfishing a hobby while Silvio , the 4th Hidalgo of Limonagrio , return to his carefree life of highlife ; always narrating the same story of the aquatic aristocrats amd alwalys making sure to never walk alone at dark after heavy drinking . Especially near the seashore .
scottTheOtherOne ’s fib :
Reginald was dreadfully unhappy , but there was no way ’ round it : a servant service , regardless of the consideration . He tried once more to light the candles .
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