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The Mariner

He awoke with a buzzing in his head, lost at sea…Hidden amidst the fractured remains of a sunken world are the answers the Mariner craves. The ocean is endless and yet he has the tools for such a hunt; an antique slave ship infested with Tasmanian devils, a crate of semi-automatic weapons, and a dreamlike clue formed loosely in his mind. Sinister impulses, however, gnaw at his soul, unravelling his sanity: a proclivity for violence and a hunger for rape.Surrounded by mindless zombies, flesh-eating eels and dangerous cults, this sadomasochist could be humanity's last chance at unlocking the secrets of the crumbling universe. He's a pervert, an addict and a monster, but might just hold the key to finding a route home…The Mariner is approximately 120,000 words long and contains scenes of a violent and sexual nature. Recommended only for adults.

Ade Grant

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<p>Ade Grant</p><p>THE MARINER</p>

For she who keeps me sane

Without you I too would be lost

Special thanks to the Hayes brothers

<p><image l:href="#i_003.jpg"/></p><p>Prologue</p><p>PORT JACKSON, 27th JUNE 1790</p>

GOVERNOR ARTHUR PHILIP CLENCHED A handkerchief tightly against his nose, yet still the stench prevailed. It stormed his nasal cavity as an invading force, routing resistance, exploiting all weaknesses. He’d known pestilence before; the camps of Sydney Cove were rife with the stink of disease, yet here, aboard this ship, the fumes were amplified to an almost spiritual plateau. No earthly cause could create such potency, at least none he’d ever known.

His right hand man, Wandsworth, was busy retching air; the contents of his stomach, just as revolted as he, were unwilling to leave the safety of his innards. The poor man would right himself, swallow what phlegm he had as if to form a plug in his throat and then, with tremendous vigour and persistence, rub his fleshy face, trying to attain some semblance of the professional administrator he’d been just a half-hour before. The charade never lasted for long; soon he was back convulsing in the corner.

Philip’s presence had been requested shortly after the grim ship docked. The hapless inspecting officer, a skinny runt of a man named Smith, now waited on-hand, his face as blank as night water.

The Neptune, one of a small fleet of convict ships, departed Portsmouth on the 19th of January. Five months later little of her cargo remained, that cargo being four hundred men and eighty women, each and every one forced to endure a torment beyond comparison.

The governor asked after the Neptune’s master, his voice low through shock and muffled by handkerchief.

“Donald Traill, Sir.”

“I want him arrested.”

A fly buzzed towards Philip. He instinctively ducked, not wanting to be touched by something that had existed in this hell, something that had grown fat by profiting from the misery of those ensnared within.

“I’m afraid that won’t be — huuurrgh — possible, sir. The company was paid to bring each passenger here. The — urrrmmmph — contract didn’t stipulate they needed to survive… There’s no… I mean…” Wandsworth dabbed his lips despite the lack of spittle upon them. “They haven’t broken any rules, sir!”

As if revelling in their legal loop-hole, the Neptune’s crew had slaughtered those in their charge. Smith’s first estimation was that at least a third had died from disease, malnutrition and abuse. The rest, the ‘survivors’, held onto life like drying sand.

The governor turned to the inspecting officer, too horrified to be angry. “What happened here?”

Smith’s moon eyes swivelled with unease, yet his businesslike tone remained stoic. “Scurvy, dysentery, typhoid fever, even a breakout of smallpox. Malnutrition also appears to have been quite rife. Before their diseases could finish the task, many seem to have simply starved to death.”

As he spoke his eyes were drawn to the nearest corpse. It was chained to the floor, flesh yellow and brittle. Whoever the man had been, death was the only release he’d enjoyed from his shackles; dried excrement caked his waist and pooled beneath.

“Are you telling me they ran out of food?”

Smith ran his tongue over his lips and his left hand trembled, yet still his voice remained steady. “No sir, it seems they just didn’t distribute it. There’s plenty still in storage.”

Wandsworth muttered a silent prayer, shaking his head at the rampant barbarism.

“I’ve never seen a convict ship built so… cruelly efficient,” Philip said. “No space spared.”

“No sir, they’re not normally like this. The Neptune was a slave ship initially, transported Negroes to the Americas. Hence the need to pack ‘em in, sir.” Smith spoke with pride at knowing such trivia.

A thought penetrated the governor’s shocked state. “Didn’t you say women were aboard?”

“Yes sir, around eighty.”

“Have you interviewed any?”

“Yes sir.”

“What was their account?”

Smith hesitated. “Well… they are whores after all.”

Philip gritted his teeth. “I didn’t ask you their crime. What did they tell you?”

“Widespread reports of rape. Accusations against the crew and captain. Also… humiliating punishments, being stripped naked and the like. One woman threw herself overboard in an attempt to take her own life, rather than suffer any further.”

“Did she succeed?”

“Oh yes of course, sir.”

The governor looked about the room, a testament to the truth in the inspecting officer’s words. This particular cabin was horribly cramped, and yet forty men had been kept here for five months, unable to move, barely able to breathe through the muggy air. Five months of hell. He shook his head in disbelief. “Starvation, rapes, humiliation—”

“Whippings too, sir. Lots of floggings took place on the top deck. The captain’s daughter was well known to this lot. I would guess the punishment was dished out with relish.”

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