Captain Sandy and the Airship at the End of the World
(Published as author Marla Todd)
The end of the world had come and gone a long time ago. Of course I wouldn’t dare remind Captain Sandy of that extraordinary fact. He stood in the basket of the airship, hands on the control, the tails of his jacket blowing in the wind.
When the end of the world came the evil and the damned were gathered up and taken down to Hell. The pure and righteous were led up to Heaven in a golden white light.
That left the artists and writers, along with a lot of musicians, wine makers, computer programmers and antiques dealers. Of course there were others, but nobody that lacked a certain amount of creative or innovative spirit. One must have spirit and imagination to survive when the world ends without you.
It worked for me. Well, at least most of the time.
I honestly have to say, the world had become way too serious. I adjusted my goggles and scarf as I looked down on the tire fire that had been burning for the past 100 years. Adjusting the leather hood on my cat, I took him out of his basket to take a look. My five year old son Aaron stood on his toes to get a look as I held tight to the back of his jacket. I must have been a sight, boy in one hand, cat in the other.
Life was an adventure to be savored and enjoyed. It was a destroyed world being built up by those of us with visions of beauty and wonder. Captain Sandy always said this was Heaven. Of course I never told him otherwise. It was Heaven to be in the arms of my husband at night and feel the touch of his skin on mine, that is until I’d run my hand over the deep scars on his back. I called him my fallen angel. He would just laugh and kiss me as only an angel could kiss. Maybe it was Heaven for him since he was now dead, but I will never know unless I die too and find him there.
Once when I was younger my brother and I found some old movies in where everyone at the end of the world were driving big trucks and dune buggies as they shot anyone they came across. There were zombies and crazy fucks of all sorts fighting for the last clean water. It seemed they had unlimited amounts of fuel and bullets. No word of steam, solar and silent airships.
My brother and I laughed at the stupidity of it all. That was not our world. Ours was a world to create without hesitation or critical review. Our poets were considered as important as our politicians. Our sense of style always outweighed our sense of practicality. At least we kept telling ourselves that – all of us did as we banded together trying to give off an air of hope and strength. We created our own world going back to a time that didn’t really exist, where all things were possible and the modern world was still a beautiful dream.
Captain Sandy asked me what I was thinking that could have me looking so serious.
I told him and he just shook his head.
“Life isn’t a theater play like you make it out to be my dear. There are dangerous things out in dark areas of stench and smoke that would enslave us and make us into meals if they could. You’ve been protected in your leather and velvet bustle dresses and fanciful thoughts. It’s a good thing to be ignorant of the world but it is dangerous in ways you can’t imagine.”
“Captain,” I said, “you forget that the shadows took my husband. I take flights of fancy so I won’t fall out of the sky and die of sorrow.”
He turned and gave me a quick smile. Despite the dark pattern of scars on the left side of his face the Captain was still a handsome man with a dazzling smile. All the women were quick to notice him.
“Why are you alone Captain?”
“No wife or children?”
“I had a wife. She vanished when the world ended. I never knew if she went up or down or just vanished to dust. Who knows. The bitch could still be around somewhere.”
“So you’re alone,” I said.
“Just free of my wife.” He said nothing else then took off his hat and tied his long prematurely silver hair back with a ribbon he’d pulled from his coat pocket. “So, did you like movies back in the time before?”
I nodded. Of course I liked movies. Most of them were gone now. Rare stashes of films could be found and if we were lucky we’d find something to play them on.
Captain Sandy smiled a rare smile at me. “Sometimes I’m floating along above this all, all of this and I start thinking about Blade Runner and then my mind goes to Casablanca or off to Princess Bride then to In the Heat of the Night. I can run them all in my head, every line, every scene, every music score.”
I told him I did the same. We tend not to talk a lot about the time before the end of the world, but occasionally it comes out. We can’t deny our past. We just can’t help it.
“What did you do before, you know, the end of the world?” I asked the Captain point blank.
“I was a high school physics teacher. Physics and engineering to be exact. What did you do?”
“I produced reality TV shows. The last one was for MTV. Did you ever see Love Bytes?”
He laughed. “That was you? All of my students watched that show. Geeks and romance. A lot of them wanted to be on the show.”
The sky gradually started to turn dark. In the distance we could see lightning strike and the silhouettes of other airships.
I hugged my child and put a blanket around his shoulders. Aaron put his head on my lap and fell asleep. Captain Sandy sang softly a song that we both knew so long ago.
It seemed we’d been here for centuries, only the children aging and growing up.
As a rule we didn’t speak much of what we missed or how much. It was always there in the back of our minds. I missed skinny jeans and sweaters. I missed short tight dresses and yoga at the gym. I missed the music. I missed my friends and family. I missed my job. I even missed the orange trees in my back yard and the sound of the garbage truck at 6:45 am on Thursday mornings. I missed it all.
Captain Sandy turned suddenly and looked at me as if he could read my mind. “Don’t think of how things used to be. Don’t think of why we’re here.”
We both knew why we were here. Nobody wanted us. There was no place for us in Heaven but nobody in Hell wanted us either.
“You’ve got to admit,” the Captain continued, “we’re in a unique position. No matter how bad it looks, this is our world. I spent 18 years teaching kids to understand the building blocks of the universe. I thought I was contributing to the future of our young people so that they would make the world a better place.”
“Now it doesn’t matter,” I said in a rare show of depression over the events that brought us here.
“No. Now it matters more than ever. This is our world. Despite the shadows and ghouls, this is our world now, free and clear. We can still use the building blocks of science and art to make it the place we want it to be. Finally we can do it right.”
“You’re always such an optimist Captain Sandy but do you really believe that?”
“Of course I do. What other choice do I have?”
“You have a point,” I said, noticing the spark in his eyes.
He noticed that I’d noticed. “Look at this as the ultimate reality TV show.”
“If that is the case then who, Captain Sandy, gets the hot girl at the end?”
He smiled. “That depends on you.” Then he turned his face away from me to where I could only see the moon lit reflection of the scars that traced his jawline.
The crew of the airship came up on deck to view the stars and take in the night air. It was good to see them laugh and talk freely of the destination ahead. My son raised his sleepy head and laughed too. Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all. Maybe Captain Sandy would win the game and get the girl. I had a pretty good feeling he would.
This story was featured in Goin’ Extinct – Tales from the edge of oblivion.
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Table of Contents
- Existence is No Longer Profitable ~ David Hunter
- Zoila’s Zombie ~ Jade M. Phillips
- Battle of the Bean ~ Mandy White
- ~ His Beating Heart ~ Poetry by Marla Todd
- Zombie Days ~ Marla Todd
- Skeet Beecham’s Confessions from the End of the World ~ J. Harrison Kemp
- ~ The Quell ~ Poetry by Diana Garcia
- Quietus ~ Diana Garcia
- Purple ~ David W. Stone
- It’s All Over on Elm Street ~ David Hunter
- Dead Matter ~ Mike Cooley
- ~ Electrical Chaos ~ Poetry by Sara Jane
- Survival of the Fittest ~ Michael Haberfelner
- The Last Summer Storm ~ Val Fox
- Captain Sandy and the Airship at the End of the World ~ Marla Todd
- Insectisorium ~ David W. Stone
- ~ Untitled poetry by S.E. Springle
- Finding Tennesee ~ Gina McKnight
- Never Mind the Humans, Here’s the Rodents ~ Michael Haberfelner
- Lullaby ~ Nathan Tackett
- ~ The Great Flood ~ Poetry by Chris Da Cruz
- Just One Kiss ~ Mandy White
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