The Atoll

Hector (cont.)
My hearty will squirm out of sailors knots
Three days adrift inside the treacherous
Sargasso seas of  Bermuda triangle
Enough hard tack and rum to last three days
Angela
Its such a shame your cousins covetous
A proud megalomaniac envy rid
I better understand your strong mood swings
Scene 3
Plasma
The narco sub has beached a sorry wreck
Survivors now swim diversely ashore
I brought a straggler bubbling up the hatch
Of its small conning tower through waves to air
I healed the superstructure watertight
And fixed electro mechanical faults