Rhapsodies

eThe submarine gave Kevin a headache. When he wasn’t getting lost in the seemingly endless corridors, he felt cramped. He knew there was a crew but the only people he saw were Peaseblossom and the woodchuck. All he could remember were shadows in the corner of his eye and voices right behind him, telling him not to press any buttons.
He had gotten bored, even though he didn’t know how long he’d been onboard. He had found a rec room, but all of the games were old with missing pieces, and all of the DVDs were films he had seen before, or according to whoever it was behind him, classified
“Don’t ye worry, none.” Peaseblossom had assured him. “everythin’ will be all right. This will be the best job yet.
“What kind of job?” Kevin asked.
Peaseblossom looks sheepish! “Well ’tis best if you see for yerself, innit? ” She said.
She pulled out what looked like an old naval uniform out of nowhere. “This will impress them at the interview,” she said.

“So, we don’t even have the job yet? ”
“Why d’ye have to be such a pessimist?” Peaseblossom said, looking annoyed.
Kevin suspected Peaseblossom liked it better when he was clueless. So, he said nothing.

And with that, the Christmas story starts officially.