Violet and Greg had been working on the SS Aurora, an advanced aircraft carrier, for months. The massive vessel sliced through the open ocean, carrying valuable cargo, its final destination shrouded in secrecy. Orders were simple—deliver the aircraft safely from Ireland to America—but something felt off.
Strange things had been happening lately. Unsettling noises echoed through the ship at night, whispers of two unknown figures sneaking around spread among the crew, and now, the eerie sound of metal clashing kept Violet awake. Something was wrong, and it was only a matter of time before the truth unraveled in a way no one could have anticipated.
Strange Noises in the Night
The aircraft carrier was designed for maximum security, meaning lights out at 10 PM. Once the corridors fell silent, the only sounds that remained were the hum of the ocean and the occasional footsteps of patrolling officers. But for the past two nights, Violet had been hearing banging noises coming from deep below deck.
At first, she dismissed them as part of the ship’s routine maintenance. But as the nights passed, the sounds grew louder, more rhythmic—as if someone was sending a message.
She wasn’t the only one who noticed.
“Did you hear it too?” Violet asked Greg the next morning.
Greg nodded. “Yeah. It’s not normal.” He hesitated before adding, “We should check it out.”
That night, after everyone had retired to their quarters, Violet and Greg snuck out of their rooms, careful to avoid being seen.
As Violet made her way to the designated meeting spot, she heard footsteps—but they weren’t Greg’s.
Her breath caught. She froze in place, pressing herself against the cold metal wall of the stairwell. A shadow passed, the silhouette of a tall figure pausing just outside the door. The handle turned slowly.
Her pulse hammered in her ears. If she was caught sneaking out, she’d be in serious trouble. She held her breath, praying that whoever was on the other side wouldn’t step through.
The door swung open.
Violet almost let out a scream—but then she saw Greg’s familiar face.
Relief flooded her. “You scared the hell out of me!” she whispered harshly.
But Greg wasn’t listening. His expression had changed.
The sound was back.
The Descent into Darkness
Determined to investigate, they followed the strange metallic sounds deeper into the ship. Every level they passed seemed more deserted than the last. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered, casting eerie shadows against the steel walls.
The deeper they went, the more Violet’s gut screamed turn back. But she shook off the feeling and pressed on.
Greg suddenly stopped.
“Listen.”
The sound had changed.
It was no longer random banging. It was repetitive.
A pattern.
Greg’s face went pale. “That’s Morse code.”
The realization sent a chill down Violet’s spine. Someone on board was sending a message—but to whom?
Greg made the decision to go further, but Violet hesitated.
“This isn’t our job,” she whispered. “We should report it.”
Greg shook his head. “We don’t know who to trust.”
Reluctantly, Violet agreed to go back to her room, while Greg continued alone.
That was the last time she saw him.
Greg Disappears
The next morning, Greg was gone.
Violet expected to find him working on her plane, but his spot was empty.
At first, she told herself he was probably assigned another task. But after an hour passed, she grew restless. When she asked their Lieutenant about Greg’s whereabouts, the response made her stomach twist.
“Greg was reassigned. He won’t be working with you anymore.”
The way he said it—cold, dismissive, almost rehearsed—sent a wave of unease through her. Something was wrong.
Violet needed answers.
She used her lunch break to sneak below deck again, determined to find out what had happened to Greg.
But as she descended the metal stairs, she froze in place.
The sound had returned.
The rhythmic metallic tapping.
But this time, she understood it.
Morse code.
Her blood ran cold as she translated the message in her head:
“UNDER ATTACK.”
The Air Alarm Blasts
Before she could react, the air alarm blared throughout the ship.
The warning sirens ripped through the air, shaking the carrier with an ominous urgency. Chaos erupted as crew members sprinted to their stations.
Violet’s heart pounded. Was this a drill—or was the warning real?
She ran to the deck, where a black dot appeared on the horizon, growing larger by the second.
Pilots were ordered to stand by.
The moment Violet reached her aircraft, her stomach dropped.
The shape approaching them looked familiar.
Then it hit her.
It was one of the aircraft from the carrier itself.
Someone had stolen it.
The realization hit like a punch to the gut. Could Greg have stolen it?
The Chase Begins
As the unknown aircraft drew closer, alarms blared again—this time, for a security breach.
“Prepare for immediate engagement!” the commander’s voice boomed.
Violet tightened her grip on the controls.
The mysterious aircraft wasn’t attacking them—but it wasn’t responding to radio contact either. The ship’s radar was malfunctioning, unable to get a lock on it.
Then, the impossible happened.
The aircraft turned sharply and started heading straight toward the carrier.
Gasps filled the radio as pilots scrambled for orders.
Then, Violet heard a familiar voice crackling through her headset.
“Violet, listen to me. You have to trust me.”
It was Greg.
He was in the stolen aircraft.
The Truth Comes Out
Greg’s voice was desperate. “They’re coming. I had to do this. You don’t understand.”
The static broke, his words cutting in and out.
“The cargo—it’s not what they told us. It’s a weapon.”
Violet’s stomach tightened.
A weapon?
Before she could process his words, another alarm blared.
A critical security breach had been detected in the ship’s data.
The realization hit her like a tidal wave.
Greg had stolen top-secret military information.
The approaching aircraft wasn’t an enemy—it was him trying to escape.
The Final Confrontation
Violet’s mind raced. Was Greg a traitor—or was he trying to stop something worse?
She had seconds to decide.
With calculated precision, she locked onto Greg’s aircraft.
“Greg, stand down. Now.”
Silence.
Then, in a voice laced with regret, Greg whispered:
“I can’t.”
Violet took a deep breath, steadied her aim, and made the hardest decision of her life.
She fired.
The shot disabled Greg’s aircraft but didn’t destroy it. The stolen jet spiraled toward the ocean, splashing into the waves.
Seconds later, military reinforcements arrived, securing Greg and retrieving the stolen data.
The Aftermath
Greg was interrogated for hours.
He finally broke, confessing that he had been blackmailed into stealing the data. He hadn’t intended to betray his country—only to protect his family, who had been threatened by unknown forces.
Instead of imprisonment, Greg was sentenced to work under strict surveillance, forced to use his knowledge to repair the damage he had done.
As the SS Aurora set sail toward its next mission, Violet remained haunted by the events of that day.
She had saved the ship—but lost a friend.
And deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t over.
The Horizon Holds More Secrets.
