Late Sunday night the Cook aboard Seventh Heaven noticed an anomaly in the digital readout of the temperature control for the refrigeration and freezing unit. As the red flashing light displayed a rise in temperature the culinary nightmare began to unfold.
Upon investigation the lid to the freezer was lifted and revealed the horror that was rising from the dark depths of the cold. The mounds of shapeless dough bursted through the confines of their zip-lock bags ungulating to break free and envelope galley and everything in it. The whole wheat texture of the mass gave it a swarthy appearance as it grew larger and larger in size.
With lightning speed Cook punched down the growing monster and wrestled with it while breaking it into pieces. She then shaped it into pizza crusts, bread loaves and buns. Pans and trays covered the counter tops, tables and cushions to the settee. The pans waited in line to be put into the little oven and stop the reaction of the yeast from taking over the entire vessel. The smell of freshly baked bread bellowed from the port holes as one by one the rising dough was put to rest by the heat of the oven. The Captain and the Cook collapsed at 3 AM when the last bun was baked and they were safe once again.
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