Vintage Pulp | Feb 9 2022 |
The only way to survive is by rationing. I've come up with a plan. First we'll eat him, then I'll eat you.
Well, our three castaways—Harold Dixon, Gene Aldrich, and Tony Pastula—are still floating on the high seas, and the situation has gone from bad to worse. They'll get out of this dilemma yet, though. Only a minor spoiler there, since The Raft—which details thirty-four days spent stranded at sea by three downed flyers—is a World War II biography, not a novel, and the tale is well known. But if you're unfamiliar with it, what you get is hot days, cold nights, constant soakings, several capsizings, a loss of gear, food, and hope, and an extraordinary—by which mean stranger than fiction—ending. This particular copy looks like it spent thirty-four days at sea too, but it's the best we could find.
Vintage Pulp | Jun 18 2015 |
What do you mean you don’t want to play anymore? You two are real bummers. You know that?
“Okay, my turn. Ready? I spy with my little eye, something that—”
“Is it a shark?”
Sigh. “You’re supposed to wait until I finish.”
“It’s a shark, right?”
“Look, you have to systematically narrow it down. That’s the whole fun.”
“Okay, okay. Is it alive?”
“Um… yes.”
“Is it outside the raft?”
“Well... for now.”
“Is it a shark?”
“Is it a shark?”