========================================================================== KNIGHT OF KING GEORGE Chris Hansen ========================================================================== Timeline: After "SeaQuest 2032" Author's E-Mail: BHansen144@aol.com ========================================================================== AUTHOR'S NOTES: I have finally decided to put some fiction on the list. It is my first attempt, so be understanding. Here it is: ========================================================================== =========================== PART 1 ===================================== The Knights of King George By Chris Hansen Part One: May 13th, 2034 Southampton, Great Britain The cemetery was cold. That was the first thing that the lieutenant realized as he entered the gates. It was warm outside the stone walls, but once inside, it was so cold that he had to zip up the front of his dress uniform. 'Well,' he mused to himself, 'a graveyard isn't supposed to be warm and friendly.' None of the ones he'd been in recently had been anyway. For some reason he had been going to a lot of funerals lately. It had taken two weeks of searching to find this particular cemetery. Two weeks to find it so he could do what he could have done fourteen years ago. The six red roses that he had clutched in his right hand were for that purpose. In his left was a red leather bound book that needed to be given back to someone. As he walked through the cemetery, the lieutenant couldn't help but think of the people who he was going to visit. There hadn't originally been bodies to bury, and at the time only two people were thought lost. But when the _seaQuest_ had found that there were in fact six who went down, the Admiralty had voted to redo the monument to the fallen and add the additional names. Those that they knew. But all of this had happened while the lieutenant was away, lost in the cosmos for a decade. A decade of his life lost, and many friends with it. Dr. Smith was dead on Hyperion, Miguel Ortiz with her. Katie Hitchcock had died while on training maneuvers near the Macronesian border in 2029. Even Chief Crocker was gone, a freak car accident in Montreal having killed him a year before. Of course Brody and Fredericks were gone, dead within a year of the _seaQuest_'s return to Earth. "Stop it," he admonished himself quietly. "Thinking about more dead people won't make this go away." After a few more minutes of walking, the monument was clearly visible. It was really a beautiful piece of artwork. Carved of marble, the figure of the Lady Columbia was about twenty feet tall, with both arms outstretched towards the direction of the sea. She wore a elegantly carved gown with the pattern of the British flag in elaborate scrollwork throughout the dress. In her outstretched left hand she held a lantern with a small flame still going. In her right was an aquamarine stone in the shape of a globe, symbolizing the world voyage that the ship never took. The base of the huge statue was a deck with a ship's wheel in granite. On a bronze plaque near that was what the lieutenant was looking for. The names of those who had perished, and the history of the missing ship. In Eternal Memory of Those Who Perished 13 May, 1913 _R.M.S. King George_ Taken up to the Almighty by tragic fate ------------------------------------------------- Captain Phineas Wideman, Ship's Master Engineer Robert Fitzgerald, Designer Ms. Lillian Stratharian, Passenger Three Unknown Souls of Lisbon, Spain ------------------------------------------------------- Their mortal remains were interred in this holy ground on 31 August, 2024 May God and the Sea Watch Over Them Forever As he put the roses down in front of the monument, the lieutenant smiled despite himself. The adventure on the _George_ had been one of the strangest of his life. And one of the most wonderful. He had seen two long-lost lovers reunited in the afterlife, a love-struck captain forgiven. All in one day. To Be Continued.... ========================================================================== I'll get around to doing the rest of this as soon as I can find the time. I really want opinions on it so far. I hope I am doing correct Internet tricks for italics, ect.. I am a secretary, but this is the first fan fiction I have ever put on the net. No flames, please. But constructive criticism is welcome. Chris Hansen =========================== PART 2 ===================================== Here's the next part. If it gets sent as an attachment, it's not my fault!!! ========================================================================== Knights of King George Part Two By Chris Hansen The lieutenant looked down at the red leather book in his hands. It was the log of the _King George_, with entries in it until the day the captain had died a year and a half after the ship sunk. He and Lillian had survived down there for that long, and Wideman hadn't lived longer because he'd committed suicide after Lillian's death. He opened the book and began to read a passage from it. "I sunk the _George_ to discredit Robert Fitzgerald, so the woman he loved would see him as a fraud" The lieutenant looked at the ground, imagining that he could see the bodies, looking as they had when they'd found them fourteen years ago. It somehow made what he was going to say easier. "Captain Wideman, Mr. Fitzgerald, Ms. Stratharian I don't know if you remember me, but we've met before. On the _King George_. I was a part of the team from the _seaQuest_ that came to find out why the ship had gone down. Well" he paused, unsure of how to proceed. "The UEO has put together a team to go back to the ship and try to see how you could have lived a year and a half down there. I'm on it. We're going to live on the _George_ for as long as possible, gather data and checking the effects of narcosis, that kind of thing. I don't know if it will work, but it's worth a shot." He looked to Fitzgerald's name, and addressed him. "Mr. Fitzgeraldthat generator that you rigged up was ingenious. And those osmotic membranes for the airwe still can't figure out how you pulled that one off. That's why we're going to the ship. To see if we can do it again. If we can, the benifits would be beyond imagination. The problem is..." He paused. After he cleared his throat, he confided to spirits what he was unable to tell anyone alive. "I don't know if we'll come back from this one. If we don't" He nearly broke down at the thought. "I don't want to end up dead and forgotten on the bottom of the sea. It scares me." The young lieutenant felt better after he confided this to the spirits that he'd seen years ago. As he turned to leave the cemetery, he thought of something. "If you ever want to visit the ship when we're there, go ahead. Give us a little warning, though. Just no bleeding doors, hey Captain?" As he walked away from the monument, he could hear the voice of Captain Wideman radiate from some unknown source. "Lillian will want to reserve a dance with you Lucas." The End for now. ========================================================================== I will continue with the adventures aboard the _King George_ if interest is shown in it. I have some great ideas that I want to write. My best friend is in Vegas, so I can't drive her nuts with them Tell me what you think.