The Captain is Dead

A shroud of blood surrounds her lifeless body. A cut to the face took an eye, and a stab to the heart her life. Most of the crew survived, and all the assailants are dying or fleeing. A Mariner, not quite comprehending, calls for a doctor.

You are the closest thing to one, and there is nothing you can do. Her wrist is cold and limp, her pulse long gone. You shake your head.

A Mariner looks at you and asks: ”What happens now?" He swallows. "Cap’n?”