Emergency at the Docks

The eighty soldiers stared at the shadows hiding below the water's surface.

"Men, ready yourselves!"

Their captain's command awoke many of them from their nightmarish imaginations. All veterans stepped forward, ready to lead the charge upon command. Most of the inexperienced soldiers followed suit, grateful to have people to follow.

"Father, what are those?" asked Trevor. There was a hint of fear in his voice, fear of the unknown.

"I have no clue," replied the man. He kept staring at the watery silhouettes but couldn't ascertain anything about them. Maybe if they were above water he might have an idea.

It didn't take long for them to see that side of the upper docks begin to splinter and be pulled under the water.

"Father, what about the dock?" Trevor stared at his father, hoping for some kind of miracle answer.

"Let it go. It's easier to replace a wooden dock than to replace human lives."