“Welcome back,” Lucya said softly, smiling.

“No, don’t try and get up, not yet. You need some more rest.” Grau was the only one of the three seated.

“What happened? Where’s the captain? Did you find him? He’s gone crazy, he wants to kill us all. We have to stop him, he’s got a gun!” Jake lifted his head as he tried to sit up, felt dizzy and immediately fell back onto the pillow.

“Slow down there fella,” Max came round the side of the bed. “The captain’s not going to be doing any killing, you saw to that.”

“I slowed him down? You got to him in time to tie him up?”

“Jake,” Lucya glanced uneasily at Grau. “The captain is dead. There was a fight, do you remember?”

“Of course I remember! Sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to snap. What I mean is, I haven’t lost my memory, I know what happened. But how can he be dead?”

“You stabbed him, with a piece of glass.”

Jake pulled his hand out from under the bed cover and looked at it, remembering how the bottle had cut it open, remembering the blood. His palm was neatly and comprehensively bandaged.

“I’m thinking of specialising in hand wounds, you two are certainly keeping me busy,” Grau said, looking from Jake to Lucya.

“Listen, you did what you had to do son.” Max tried to reassure him. “Given the state we found you in, it was pretty clear that you had to defend yourself. That piece of bottle went straight into Ibsen’s heart. He would have been dead within minutes. The cut was deep, nobody could have saved him.”

“He said that we were supposed to die, that it was God’s will. He was mad, I’ve never seen anyone like that before.”

“I must share some responsibility for what has happened here,” Grau said, a grave look on his face. “I couldn’t say anything before, because of patient confidentiality.” The others looked at him expectantly. “Captain Ibsen has been seeing me regularly with a stress related condition. I was of the opinion that it did not affect his capacity to run this ship. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“This isn’t your fault Doctor Lister,” Lucya said. “Today has hardly been normal circumstances, it’s been enough to send anyone over the edge.”

“That is possible, and I appreciate your kind words. Even so, at sea we are meant to expect the unexpected, to deal with unplanned and dangerous events. I should have made a recommendation to the company that the captain be given leave to rest.”

“Listen, this is not your or anyone else’s fault Doctor,” Max said. “We can debate this all we like, doesn’t change what happened here. We have more pressing things to discuss, like what we do now. Jake, you understand you’re in charge now, right?”

The thought had not occurred to him, and Max’s words hit him with almost as much force as the captain’s punch to the face. His head began to spin. He, Jake Noah, had just killed a man. He was responsible for taking a human life. And now he was responsible for safeguarding three thousand more human lives aboard this ship. Possibly the last three thousand human lives on the planet. If the rest of the world had been destroyed as the broadcast had suggested, he was in charge of the rest of the human race. With that thought, he passed out again.

• • • • •

“Nothing. No response to my distress calls. No radio chatter. Nothing on the shortwave. I can’t even pick up any navigation beacons,” Lucya said, setting down her headset on the dull grey communications console.

“We mustn’t give up hope,” Silvia said. She and Lucya were the only two people on the bridge. They had used the fire escape staircase that went directly from the bridge all the way to the roof of deck thirteen in order to enter without being seen by the angry mob camped out by the main door.

“You’re right,” Lucya said. “Just because nobody is transmitting, it doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone around to transmit. For all we know that asteroid may just have knocked out the electrics. We still don’t really know what happened to the northern states and countries.”

“But what do I tell passengers? It’s not just out there that things are getting difficult. There are groups massing all over the ship. Whatever we decide to do, we need to announce it.”

“That’s down to Jake now. We have to wait for him. In the meantime, we stick to what Johnny told us to do, his orders still stand.”

There was a clanging noise, and a hole appeared in the ceiling. A pair of feed dangled through it, found the ladder, and grew into legs, and eventually into Max.

“It’s getting worse out there. I need to disperse the crowd, but I’m outnumbered. I need a weapon,” he said, walking to an innocuous looking locker at the back of the room.

He took a key out of his pocket and went to insert it into the lock, but found another key already in there. Cautiously, he pulled the door open. There were eight rifles neatly stacked upright inside. He pulled open a drawer under the rifles. Neatly packaged in a foam inlay were four automatic pistols. There was a conspicuous space where a fifth pistol clearly should have been.

“Well that explains where the captain got his gun from,” Max said to nobody in particular.

Lucya walked over, saw the contents of the cupboard, and whistled.

“What are these doing on board? This is a cruise ship not a navy transport!”

“Anti-piracy measures,” Max said. “We’ve been carrying weapons for the last year in case we got attacked by pirates.”

“How come nobody told us? What good are weapons if nobody knows they’re here?”

“Captain knew. And I knew. Johnny knew too. We each have a key to this cabinet. The company wanted to keep it quiet, figured it might make folks worry if they knew we were prepared in case of attack. The guns were put here at the same time as a bridge recording system was installed. It records video and audio of everything that happens up here. Can’t see the point of it myself, they’ve never been able to prosecute these pirates, having video evidence isn’t going to change that.”

“I would have felt a lot safer knowing we had those handy,” Lucya said. She pulled out a rifle, held it up and looked down the sights.

“I always forget you were in the Russian Navy,” Silvia said, taking a step back involuntarily. “I hate guns, I hope you’re not expecting me to carry one Max?”

Max pulled the gun from Lucya’s hand.

“I’m not expecting anyone to carry one. The intention is to keep the peace. Situation outside calls for a little extra persuasion, so I’m just going to borrow this for a bit.”

He closed the lock, turned and removed the key, slipped it in his pocket. He strode over to the main door, unlocked it, and swung it open quickly, taking those outside by surprise.

“Ladies and gentlemen, would you please return to your cabins or the public areas of the ship.” He made a show of placing the strap of the rifle over his shoulder.

“We’ve been here for over an hour, we want some answers,” a man called out.

“Yeah, got that right man!” another man chimed in.

“Where’s the captain? We want to speak to the captain,” said the woman in red, apparently the ring-leader.

“The captain will be talking to the whole ship when he is good and ready,” Max said. “Right now he’s busy. As I’m sure you can imagine, he has a lot on his plate. The safety of all passengers on board is his priority, it is the priority of every crew member. Now, please kindly get back to your cabins, or I will have to treat this little gathering as a specific threat to the crew.”

There was a lot of mumbling, but the impressive firearm strapped to Max’s shoulder was enough to persuade the rabble that they were better off complying. They shuffled off, muttering amongst themselves.

 Max closed and locked the door. “We need Jake. He’s had a couple of hours to rest, we can’t wait any longer. We need some decisions and to get word out what we’re doing.”