6:4<\/p>\n
As Caroline dragged herself off the floor and into her bedroom, she reflected on the tiny ironies of the world. And decided she really, really hated the tiny ironies of the world.<\/p>\n
She flipped on the tv and flopped back onto the pillow-laden bed with a soft moan.<\/p>\n
The tv\u2019s volume had been left up and her room was filled with some reality tv show\u2019s radio calls.<\/p>\n
\u201cMayday Mayday Mayday
\nThis is Castor Castor Castor<\/p>\n
Mayday Castor
\nPosition is unknown, last recorded position was heading north, northeast, latitude two three degrees, seven seven minutes, longitude five seven degrees, two three decimal four minutes.
\nMy engines are dead and we are caught in a current headed for shore.
\nFourteen foot wooden trawler
\nTwo on board and unable to abandon ship
\nCastor
\nOver\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a moment of staticky silence and then:<\/p>\n
\u201cCastor, Castor, Castor
\nThis is Gman, Gman, Gman
\nReceived Mayday
\nI am at your last known position. Can you verify last heading and speed?
\nWill proceed to your location.
\nGman
\nOver\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGman
\nThis is Roeland,
\nWhere you at? We should hook up.
\nOver\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline was just drifting off to sleep when the voice from the tv jumped in volume and intensity.<\/p>\n
\u201cMayday
\nRoeland
\nThis is Gman
\nSeelonce Mayday
\nDistress traffic in progress
\nStop transmitting
\nOver\u201d<\/p>\n
Something about the exchange bothered Caroline. It was like a miniature reflection of reality playing out in her ears, but she was too tired to open her eyes.<\/p>\n
Then she heard:<\/p>\n
\u201cMayday
\nAll stations, all stations, all stations,
\nThis is
\nCastor, Castor, Castor
\nZero nine three zero Eastern Standard<\/p>\n
Castor
\nSeelonce Feenee
\nVessels has drifted clear of current and we are disembarking on beach. All crew safe.<\/p>\n
Castor
\nOut\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGman
\nOut\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline felt a cold chill down her spine and was suddenly no longer tired.<\/p>\n
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