Got a new book that I wrote. It's a high-staked thriller that involves the crew of a US nuclear submarine.
Here's the story
A US Nuclear sub goes and embarks on a 1 year mission. After three months at sea the coronavirus happens but they are unaware because they are not allowed to talk with the outside world for 1 year.
On board, a sailor named Hopscotch is sleeping. He wakes in the night nite not able to breath. After being rushed to sick bay that motherfucker died. No one thought much of it so they just stuck his body into a torpedo shoot and fired his ass into the giant garbage dump that is the ocean. ( I added an environmental message to my book too to help fight global warming)
Three days later, Captain Honeycut is thinking about Hopscotch. "Hmmm. That guy just died so fast" and he orders a full optopsy on him. Captain Honeycut has been fighting a dry cough for a week, so he bunks down for the night with his lover, Japson.
The next day Hoptscotch's optopsy comes in. The doctor says In a stern voice. "Get Honecut"
I won't tell you all the whole fucking story but the crew all gets coronavirus and they all die, except gay lover, Japson but he has AIDS.
Japson is forced to run the nuclear submarine for another 9 months by himself. He can't surface or call anybody.
That's why the book is called Dead Man's Crew. It's because he's running a ship full of dead guys.
(It's not all gloom and death though. There's a funny scene where Japson positions a bunch of dead guys at a table and has a big Thanksgiving meal with them.)
Japson has no idea if the virus is contagious. Could it spead to the outside world?
He thinks about if he should fire his nukes at China.
The book is a wild rollercoaster ride of thrillers and emotions.
You'll have to read it to find out how it ends.