zoceanus

Oceanus: 3DSP On the battered shores along the naval base the waves hissed and crashed, rolling back into the sea, repeating itself over and over. The local inhabitants were nervously watching the waves and tides anticipating when the next set of floods might occur and who would else might go missing next. The floods and tsunamis became ever more frequent sweeping away houses and unprepared citizens. The tides and rip currents became increasingly treacherous as the weeks continued. These changes in the tides have caused those willing to go in or near the water to drown to death or the currents would even sweep away entire boats. Hundreds of people have been killed and the resources coming from the main land have been cut off leaving the entire community in turmoil with no help or means of rescue. "We are now in the month of September 16," said one of the survivors named Joshua, "living in the remains of what used to be the local Naval Base." He made a habit of recording the days each morning just to keep track of time and to make sure that he wouldn't lose himself to all the damage and disasters surrounding him. "It has been eight months since the first tsunami struck and fourteen months since the creation of the religious cult Oceanus. I have now become an official member of the cult. The members of this fanatical group say that in order to create a better world for the future, we must pray and worship the ocean and its great strength in order for the floods and tsunamis to subside. I am still hesitant about my decision to join the cult and their so called ways of betterment for our society, but as of now they remain the only official organization that has taken action to help improve the situation at hand. And they also have a large source of food and drinkable water which is shared only among their members. However many others have wondered where they had gotten their food, since the floods had washed off most of the supplies and I too question their source, but I need to eat and so it’s necessary. The remaining inhabitants are feeling grim and our supplies are running low, as is food, drinkable water, and medical equipment. The infirmary has recently been destroyed by flooding which leave even more people vulnerable to diseases and injuries." The sun was now well into the sky which meant it was time to start the morning rituals. Seven-forty five, tic tic, tic, eight o'clock, off to the beach, off to the Eternal church for ritual. The conch was hung firmly on the front doors underneath the sign with bold print Eternal Father of the Sea, meaning that ritual had now begun through the entrance in the back door. It was eerily dark inside, with small candles lit in the corners of the chamber and the dark rustic tent of the windows that blocked out all sunlight from entering. The members were mumbling their prayers underneath the dim candle-light. "Father, Father, here to stay; Oceanus our savior, lead the way..." They mumbled their incantations louder and more rapidly, echoing throughout the old decayed church. Now, the leading member silenced the rest and lifted the lid of the bucket to reveal a panic-stricken fish twitching in the pool of water. The others crowded around. The fish was stabbed and lay motionless and it was then passed around the circle each taking a bite of raw meat, cherishing their portion and savoring what was considered a delicacy. This ritual was performed in hopes of cleansing themselves of impurities in the eyes of their idol.