ayvans-milshit:

writing-prompt-s:

You are the officer in command on a Navy Nuclear submarine. You dive to the depths of the ocean and don’t have any connection to the outside world, when you surface two weeks later nobody is responding and you can tell something went terribly wrong.

“Alright”, you think to yourself. “You know what to do here. This is the whole point of your job.” You call the crew to check for any signals – any at all – coming from the British mainland. After they confirm that there are no signals coming, you sit down and lat out a sigh. “Alright.”, you say over the intercom. “Gentleman, it is time… to open The Letter.”

Everyone on board of course knows what “The Letter” is. The sealed orders of the Prime Minister, intended for just this occasion. Nobody knows what it says. Nobody has opened it since the Prime Minister wrote and sealed it – nobody was allowed to open it. Now it falls on you to open it and execute whatever orders may be written inside it.

In a way, this is the requiem of the United Kingdom, possibly the world. A last order, letting you focus on the task at hand and keep away the anxiety of not knowing what to do. After the safe keeping the letter has been opened, you let out a final sigh before breaking the seal and reading the letter over the intercom to the crew of the submarine.

“Lmao good luck with this shit, idk either

– Theresa May”.