The Oil Rig
The grey sky looms ominously into the distance over the ocean. The clouds are heavy and hanging low. giving me the feeling of being smothered. Boards of the dock creek beneath my feet and those of the group of researches with me. The papers on my clipboard flutter in the wind, causing me to grip onto the board tightly, and to become more ill at ease. As we make our way down the dilapidated walkway, I begin to see dark figures form in the mist over the water. Black ghosts beckoning us further. The closer I get, the more gigantic they become. How amazing these must have been, so many years before, when teams of men worked around the clock to discover the dark oil below the ground. Half of the old rigs have sunk into the ocean, with only odd bits sticking out; ghastly ash covered fingers reaching for the sky above them. The water surrounding them is thick, black and still, but the scientists around me assure me that it is due to old oil and debris floating on the top. ...