Snookums
By
Carol Foss
"We got another
nudge!" O'Brien yelled.
"Like tell me something
I don't already know!" XO Chip Morton shouted back, dangling nearly
sideways from the plot table handhold as Seaview rolled again. "I told
him, I told him!" Morton hissed. "But, no, did he listen to me? Does he ever listen to me?"
The great sub had been
battered for nearly a half hour. This had been getting old, fast.
"Hey Ski," Riley leaned
towards the man seated next to him, which wasn't easy as they were hanging on to
their consoles as if their lives depended on it, "This would be a great ride at a theme park!"
No sooner than the words were
out of his mouth Seaview angled down at a 60 degree angle. Morton lost his grip
and slid down the highly polished deck toward the Observation Nose.
"Maybe not," Riley
whispered.
"Flying sub's managed to
launch!" Spark's voice came over the caphaphany of sputtering sparks.
"I can see that!"
Morton yelled, "Get us out of this dive!"
"Working on it sir!"
O'Brien called, "but..."Seaview suddenly angled up, nearly vertical,
"that monster seems to have other ideas!"
"Damn, Damn,
Damn!"Chip muttered as "C'mon Lee, do something!"
"He's doin' the best he
can, sir!"Sharkey defended the Skipper.
A great 'oomph' from the
straining coffin of titanium made even more sparks fly as the sub smacked back
down to a more or less even keel. For a moment nothing happened.
"Is it over?" Ski
asked.
"For us,"
Morton said, rising and checked sub's cameras on the monitor, adjusting them
towards the Flying Sub. Now it was the prime target of the denizen of the deep,
and all hands held their collective breath's as it was bashed sending the
smaller craft into a
tailspin.
"Skipper? Skipper?"
After about a heartbeat they
saw Captain Crane emerge from the submersible on the rocky seabed, his only
scuba gear air tanks and regulator, new prey for the monster.
"Shit," they heard
him say, as he tried to dislodge his special cargo from the specimen jar,
without much success. "C'mon, c'mon, see,"
he pointed, as he grabbed the infant Plesiosaurs' tail and pulled it out of the
jar, " that's
your mother, not me."
But the miniscule remnant of
a bygone age wanted nothing to do with the supposedly extinct dinosaur and cried
out in distress, escaping Crane's hold and making for Crane's hair instead.
"Uh oh," Morton
said under his breath, trying not to alarm the crew as it burrowed deep into
the Captain's curls.
"Ow,
ow, ow! Aw, c'mon
Snooky!" Lee found it's grip on his hair
firm.
The large monster's nostrils widened,
menacing, as it swam closer to the hapless diver. The infant's squalls of displeasure not
helping.
"If
he'd only listened to me!"
Morton hissed again.
"He didn't know it was
gonna hatch and get all bonded with him," Sharkey said, remembering when
the Skipper had returned to the sub with the 'fossilized' egg after an
enjoyable respite cave diving. They'd been checking on algae samples and the
Captain thought the Admiral back at NIMR during this trip might enjoy adding
this relic he'd found from the Jurassic Age to his collection. Little did Lee
know the 'relic' just happened to be a few weeks old, and decided to make it's debut aboard Seaview.
'Snookum's' as Crane had dubbed the little lizard like creature, had,
like a newly hatched chick, claimed Crane as it's 'mother', it's cries only calmed when in the
Captain's presence. The shrill decibels had caused a great number of
instruments and panels to snap crackle and pop. So Crane had taken to carry the
critter around in his shirt pocket to shut it up. In fact, it was rumored that they'd
become fast friends, even to the point of letting it scamper along his dinner
plate, seizing up the leftover bits and pieces and sleeping on his pillow. That was all well and good. Everyone knew it
was lonely at the top and the crew was glad the Captain could have a special
friend with no rank to get in the way of it, but no one, not even he knew, that the
creature's small 'meows' and cries had
alerted, through the titanium hull, it's own kind, probably it's mother, now on a rampage to rescue her offspring. Hence
the battering of
the great and smaller subs.
As for Crane, well, he and the great Plesiosaur
were mere inches away from each other.
The Captain finally managed to
pull Snookums off his head, strands of hair held fast in it's
talons, pulled from the roots.
"There, see..that is your mother. M-O-T-H-E-R.," he held the baby
out in front of him by the scruff of it's neck. When
it screeched with fear at the sight of the gigantic creature, the monster responded
by glaring at Crane and snorted again.
"Look, lady, I'm doing
the best I can. You say
something!"
Suddenly the monster lurched
forward and opened it's jaws.
All hearts aboard Seaview
stopped.
Instead the monster simply
gave Crane a long slurpy kiss with it's sandpapery tongue,
then looked at the baby entreatingly.
"Ah, yeah, "Crane
wiped the goo from his face, "See, Snooky, nice mother..."he gingerly
extended his hand and stroked the side of the monster's face.
The little one meowed,
questioning him.
"Yeah, see? Me, human, Bad human, he shook his head 'no',
"Her...at least I think it's a her...nice dinosaur..er..Pleasiasour...whatever...look
it's really for the best. You'll never fit aboard Seaview anyway,you're growing so fast, and don't you want to have friends of your own
kind? I'll always be your friend, but it's time for you to go home....okay?"
The baby turned this way and
that, taking in the khaki clad biped and the large dino monster with the same
kind of skin and fins as it.
"Go on," Crane
gently shoved Snookum's toward the monster.
For a moment both relics
looked at each other, then Snookum's gave a soft meow, answered by a deep rumbling
of it's kind.Then both dino relics swam away, Snookum's looking back once at
Crane before disappearing from sight.
~
"Now," Morton
leaned against the hatch in the Observation Nose as the dripping wet Crane
wearily returned from the flying sub's hatchway, a few trails of blood dripping
from his damaged scalp, "Will you listen to me in the future? No pets!"
"It was a fossil for the
Admrial!"
"Yeah,"Chip
laughed, "well, next time, don't bring one aboard!
"How
about a dog?" Crane pondered,
"I think I remember seeing a puppy on that island we passed by on the way
to...what's the matter?"
Morton only groaned,
resisting the urge to pull out his own hair.