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“No,” I said. “I’m not going to kill anyone simply because an abstract ethical situation demands it. We’re going to sail on as we are and trust to providence that we meet another ship. If we don’t, then we may die, but we will have at least done the right thing by one another.”
There was a distant rumble of thunder in the distance, and the boat heeled over. I wondered what would be next.
“Begging your pardon, Captain, but I bring bad news.” It was a steward whom I hadn’t seen before.
“And…?”
“We have a gentleman in the wardroom who claims there is a bomb on board the ship—and it’s set to go off in ten minutes.”
I allowed myself a wry smile. The rapidly changing scenarios seemed to have a clumsy intelligence to them. It was possible this was something in the oral tradition, but I couldn’t be sure. If this small world were somehow sentient, though, it could be beaten. To vanquish it, I needed to find its weakness, and it had just supplied one: impatience. It didn’t want a long, drawn-out starvation for the passengers; it wanted me to commit a hands-on murder for the greater good—and soon.
“Show me.”
I followed the steward down into the wardroom, where a man was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He looked sallow and had fine, wispy blond hair and small eyes that stared intently at me as I walked in. A burly sailor named McTavish, who was tattoo and Scotsman in a three-to-four ratio, was standing guard over him. There was no one else in the room—there didn’t need to be. It was a hypothetical situation.
“Your name, sir?”
“Jebediah Salford. And I have hidden a bomb—”
“I heard. And naturally you won’t tell me where it is?”
“Naturally.”
“This bomb,” I went on, “will sink the ship, potentially leading to many deaths?”
“Indeed, I hope so,” replied Jebediah cheerily.
“Your own included?”
“I fear no death.”
I paused for thought. It was a classic and overused ethical dilemma. Would I, as an essentially good person, reduce myself to torturing someone for the greater good? It was a puzzle that had been discussed for many years, generally by those to whom it has no chance of becoming real. But the way in which the scenarios came on thick and fast suggested that whoever was running this show had a prurient interest in seeing just how far a decent person could be pushed before doing bad things. I could almost feel the architect of the dilemma gloating over me from afar. I would have to stall him if I could.
“Fitzwilliam? Have all passengers go on deck, close all watertight doors, and have every crew member and able-bodied passenger look for the bomb.”
“Captain,” he said, “that’s a waste of time. There is a bomb, but you can’t find it. The decision has to be made here and now, in this wardroom.”
Damn. Outmaneuvered.
“How many lifeboats do we have?” I asked, getting increasingly desperate.
“Only one left, ma’am—with room for ten.”
“Shit. How long do we have left before this bomb goes off?”
“Seven minutes.”
If this were the real world and in a situation as black and white as th
is, there wasn’t a decision to make. I would use all force necessary to get the information. But, most important, submit myself to scrutiny afterward. If you permit or conduct torture, you must be personally responsible for your actions—it’s the kind of decision where it’s best to have the threat of prison looming behind you. But the thing was, on board this ship here and now, it didn’t look as though torturing him would actually achieve anything at all. He would eventually tell me, the bomb would be found—and the next dilemma would begin. And they would carry on, again and again, worse and worse, until I had done everything I would never have done and the passengers of this vessel were drowned, eaten or murdered. It was hell for me, but it would be hell for them, too. I sat down heavily on a nearby chair, put my head in hands and stared at the floor.
“Captain,” said Fitzwilliam, “we only have five minutes. You must torture this person.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled incoherently, “I know.”
“We will all die,” he continued. “Again.”
I looked up into his eyes. I’d never noticed how incredibly blue they were.
