Merigold

The year was 2111 and all moderation of ships had occurred, meaning the earth was safe enough the governments instead of expenditure on war spent on upgrading societies industry and seagoing vessels. Thus Morse code was learned in school work. However, the machines, and replies to those devices were never shown due to the outdated machinery and the cost to keep up a system no longer used. This is a tale of second grade seaman on the Sainta Maria. The day was standard we had just taken on a casket of wines to be delivered to an isle off the coast within three days for a party there. The weather was wonderful and the ship was making better time than normal, so we felt assured of a day at the port. That is when the Morse code begun coming over the radio. What's the meaning of the message other than they needed to get some help but no one knew the location, and no one could ask for it. No one uses Morse code anymore signals in 2111. What was going on? S.O.S. The message kept on coming. We did not have anything to reply to the message. Our attempts to bang out a code for a table, internet, phone music were not heard.

All we were a small commercial shipper trying to move some poor wine from the mainland to an isle. Still S.O.S. Kept on coming over the radio. We called the Coast Guard, but they did not respond. Finally, one of the sailors long ranged phones worked, and we got hold of local officials. We let the radio speak through the phone into the radio. Now a new message other than S.O.S. a coordinates way off north. Asking the official if some help could be sent the answer was not that night. Our captain finally agreed to see what we could do by moving that direction and trying to get there.

Suddenly, a storm came upon us from nowhere. Meaning one moment, we were seeing the sunset and the next pitch dark with winds, and rains that swept away some rope and barrels that had not been secured. The coordinates message in Morse code became more rapid. We figured that storm must have been hitting them harder. A look out saw a ship that we assumed was sending the message. The lookout also said we would not believe what we were rescued. The storm hit full force, and we started having issues with the engine. Within a quarter of nautical miles of the coordinate the Morse code stopped. Wreckage of a ship or something was being washed over and onto our vessel. The captain kept on course to the coordinates and everyone was either on deck in life preservers, or in the towers looking for survivors.

Finally, a lifeboat was spotted and there was some crew on it tries to survive the howling wind. We made towards them only to see a huge wave over take them and swallow them up as if being eaten by a dragon. We stayed in the area looking, but finally had to turn back towards a small island near that location. The final wave that hit our ship before we put into the cove to be safe a piece a portion of the sunken ship with its name the Marigold was all we could read.

Our captain did a search for such a ship. There was nothing about such a ship being even produced except a 1919 ship which was lost during a storm all hands drowned presumably.