They dine in the underbelly of the warship. Marble reliefs of ancient heroes and mythical monsters line the walls. The lamps are dim. The conversation is muted. The tinkle of silver cutlery is louder than the hum of the colossal engines. They hardly feel the rock of the sea. Great crystal chandeliers cast diamonds of light across the diners. While outside, atomic winter holds the seas in its frozen claws.
Paddy Dobson
26th November 2021