There is no such thing as sustainable seafood in a dying ocean
Bad actors make convincing politicians
Lesson 1: Greed stops the ability of a species to live in harmony with its environment
Death is a great Equaliser
Life is a terminal illness
Technology is a useful servant but a dangerous master
There is Friendship in the heart of danger
Arrogance is knowledge without wisdom
There is no such thing as a foolproof plan if there are fools about
When love kills love
Lesson 2: Technology nurtures the human race
You need a crime, a detective, and the solution.
Love can start with an unexpected hello
Everything is an illusion
Into the Belly of the Beast
There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact
Never attempt to win by force what can be won by deception
Lesson 3: Faith is a commodity easily bought
Revelation 2
Awakening 2
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Appendix
1
If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed
Total devastation surrounded the solitary figure. Bombed-out buildings and semi-submerged wrecks of a decimated fleet were all that remained of a navy that once dominated the oceans. The man stood at the end of a concrete jetty, lost in his thoughts with his hands clasped behind his back. His weary features and silver hair made him appear far older than his fifty-six years as he gazed at the ocean, cursing under his breath. With the rumble of explosions in the distance, he inhaled, filling his lungs with tarnished, salty sea air.
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Several hours earlier, the dockside swarmed with military personnel. Throughout the night they had unloaded boxes and crates from trucks, sweating and swearing as they struggled to load them onto a sleek black U-boat by moonlight. Having to run for cover occasionally as the now familiar drone of Merlin engines roared overhead, dropping their deadly payloads around them.
With their job now done, the soldiers, sapped of their strength, murmured as they clambered aboard the trucks and then driven away. The smell of cordite lingered, along with a film of oil and diesel fuel that covered the water’s surface inside the harbour.
The dockside was now quiet, with a few of the U-boat’s crew and a handful of black-uniformed SS officers milling around the gangway.
The senior officer received a call through his portable field telephone and he barked out orders. Activity resumed as SS soldiers with machine guns rounded up the U-boat’s crew and ushered them aboard the vessel, while the senior SS officer and two junior officers remained on the dockside.
The hatches closed and the three SS officers went to the foot of the gangway. A black Mercedes 770-K with darkened windows pulled up beside them and the junior officers opened the vehicle’s doors. They snapped to attention as a man and woman stepped out.
The man ignored the SS soldiers and headed along the jetty. The young officers glanced wide-eyed at each other while the woman spoke to the senior SS officer.
“Let’s leave him for a while, Hans; this could be the last time he will see his beloved country.”
Hans Kruger,
