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Damn lies!
'Night' 6
The HMS Thorax, by now, was almost totally consumed by the waters. Four of the five remaining termites had found purchase at the very top of the mast. The other one was in a spot of bother.
"Sorry, Puddles," said Chuckles, "but there's only room for four of us on this pole. And, well, you're not any of the four of us. Bad luck, man."
"Never let go," pleaded Puddles. That music from the Titanic movie started to play, you know, the one where the boat sinks and it's like whoa, tragic.
"None of us is holding on to you," pointed out Jiggles.
"Oh, right," said Puddles, and sank.
The ripples surrounding Puddles's final resting place osmosed into the uncertain ocean. Four termites remained, all eyeing each other up warily, all wondering what would happen next. Muddles was the one to mercifully break the tense silence.
"Does anyone remember what we're supposed to be doing?"
"I think someone said something a little while back," mused Chuckles, "about finding some murderers. Stopping a mutiny, that was it."
"There was a mutiny?" asked Muddles, wide-eyed.
"Yeah, that's right, uh," continued Chuckles, his brow furrowed
[????? - Ed.], "they killed the captain, right? Yes, they definitely killed the captain."
"We had a captain?" gasped an awe-struck Jingles. "Wow! We were a pretty slick outfit, weren't we? If only we'd had someone who knew something, anything, about sailing."
"I don't suppose it was you, was it Muddles?" asked Chuckles.
Muddles thought for a while. "No, no," he replied, steadily. "I have a feeling that's something I would have remembered."
"Right, okay, so not you then," said Chuckles. "Anyone else got any idea? Jiggles?"
"To be honest," said Jiggles, "I'm not even sure I'm supposed to be here. This all looks a bit ocean-y. I'm almost certain I signed up for the Air Force."
"But would you mutiny?"
"Against what authority?"
"I guess there'd be no point," agreed Chuckles. "So I guess I'm a mutineer, then. It's you and me, Jingles!"
"You know," said Jingles, "I had a feeling that there was something I was supposed to be doing these last few 'Days'."
"Right, well that confirms it!" grinned the victorious termite. "And we won! There's two of us and two of you, so we won!"
Jingles was overcome with glee. He'd never won before, and the feeling was indescribable! He gestured joyously at the slowly-expanding ocean ripples marking the spots where his three fellow sailors had been.
"We won! We won! It's a good day for us, right? A good day... for us..."
Then, because every mafia game needs a twist ending, he was eaten by a crow.