KILLER’S CRUISE, by Joseph S. WalkerThe Majestic made its stately way across the Pacific, and from the balcony of his portside state room, Dent watched the watery world go by.
On the table at his elbow rested a book from the ship’s library, a small notepad and pen, an almost depleted bottle of Jack Daniels, and a glass. At his feet was a cooler filled with ice and cans of Coca-Cola. Periodically, he refreshed the glass with soda or whiskey to keep the mixture where he liked it. Sometimes, he picked up the book and read a few pages. For the most part, he simply stared out at the empty ocean. He felt the engines thrumming along and the great bulk of the ship rolling slowly beneath him and, beyond that, the infinitely greater force of the water itself, gently rocking one of the largest cruis
