Pony Gustloff

When I woke up, I was in the lifeboat. Thousands of corpses were floating around it. I puked. I remembered the Wilhelm Gustloff and the Sinking. It was still night, and I did not saw any pony alive. I saw some red and green lights and an officer's corpse gripped to my lifeboat. I found a dry firework gun. I took it then shot in the sky. I heard a ship horn, then a not-that-large destroyer came. I recognized it. It was a little Germane M-Boot type 1940. I shouted "OVER HERE" and they threw me a rope. I got in the ship. I asked the ship's captain if I was the only survivor. He said no, that there was also 990 other lucky people who survived. I was like "Oh. Plenty." Then I remembered the number of people who boarded the ship.

10 000.

I said "Never mind" and went heat myself. I remembered how hungry I was. So I got to the dining room (not luxurious at all) and served myself a sausage with Frankfort. Yummy. I asked where we were going, the cap'n said ; Marelin.