Morgan Robertson

Morgan Robertson

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Portrait of Morgan Robertson Morgan Robertson Down to the Sea — The Torpedo (1905)

But there was anxiety in the faces of those on the wrecked bridge; the human dread of death is keener to those who must watch and wait—who cannot move and work. Pale of face, with folded arms and tightly pressed lips, the officers looked at the crippled little craft with its handful of men dancing and shouting around the tube at the stern—doomed themselves, but bound to take with them to the bottom this strong and majestic battle-ship with her seven hundred souls. Only the executive officer was practical.
"Did they torpedo the Shikoku?" he asked, calmly, of Ryerson.
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Portrait of Morgan Robertson Morgan Robertson Down to the Sea — The Torpedo (1905)

A torpedo-boat at thirty knots is an elusive target, and though the sea about her was churned into foam by the fusillade from the Argyll, the Yesso, and the Hondo, she seemed uninjured and went on.
"Nothing but small calibers can touch her," exclaimed the captain, as he looked. "We have nothing, but perhaps the Japanese cruisers can do it. Protect them. Turn every gun possible on those Russian cruisers.
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Portrait of Morgan Robertson Morgan Robertson Down to the Sea — The Torpedo (1905)

Men died under that storm of steel and flame; shrieks and groans followed the rattle and roar of each exploding shell; smoke and gas came into the conning-tower, blinding and choking the inmates, and Mr. Ryerson, his ears ringing, his eyes streaming, striving to keep a lookout through a peep-hole to port while he attended to three telephones and a speaking-tube, had little time to think of unsolved mechanical problems, or even the fate of poor old Finnegan.
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