Cruise

A disaster on the mainland stranded them at sea. Some said it was zombies, which was doubtful. Anyway, something. They drifted. The ship’s entertainment was a magician. He preformed seven shows daily to keep the guests occupied. His best trick involved making a small dog vanish and reappear. After twenty-eight shows they cornered him and demanded his secret. No one will know, they said. I’ll know, he responded. We’ll die out here, they said. Die without knowing my secret, he declared. They tore him limb from limb, then ransacked his apartment, but they never found a clue. Or the dog.