I awoke in a panic the alarms were ringing. My friend was standing over me, and he was scared. I immediately knew what was happening, we were being boarded. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my bag and we ran out into the corridor. “What do they want?” I asked.
George stopped, and faced me “They’re trying to get into one of the shipping crates. He turned and continued to run but I stopped him before he got far.
“What’s in the crates?” I asked him hoping he had seen the listing. He shook his head.
“It’s your job to know what’s in the crates.”
“It was listed as equipment”, he told me, as he took off running. As we neared the storage room we slowed, knowing we had to be quiet. Soon we arrived at the door to the storage room, and we stopped. The ships captain was against the wall, dead. I looked through the window to see them opening the door to the container. I couldn’t help but glance inside the container. It was a briefcase. “A briefcase, all of this for a briefcase!” I opened the door, and walked in. George must have thought this was a bad idea, as he didn’t follow. I walked straight into the container picked up the briefcase and started walking towards the door hoping they would be stunned, at least momentarily. They weren’t. The two closest to me started to come towards me, and I immediately took off in a sprint. We sprinted through the corridors trying to find a good place to hide. We took refuge in one of the dinghies. We stayed completely silent until the dinghy suddenly lurched downwards as on of the ropes we were hanging from was cut, and then we were falling. We landed upright. We immediately went for the paddles and placed them in the slots. I started to row. Bang! Bang! Bang! They had begun firing on us. I continued paddling as hard as I could, and we eventually left the ship behind. I stopped paddling and looked up, George had been hit. He swayed to one side and fell out of the dinghy. I jumped up nearly falling out of the dinghy myself. Reaching out to him with the paddle I realized, it was to late, he was gone. The water slowly turned blood red as his blood drained from his lifeless body. Finally finding myself with some free time I took to opening the briefcase. It was strong, well made, with a 6 digit code lock. I took out my knife and attempted to pry it open. Sliding it into the crack, I alternated between pushing the handle up and down, and moving it from side to side. After ten minutes of this I realized I was getting nowhere. A faint chopping sound was growing in the distance, the sound got a little louder and then faded again. A few minutes later I heard the sound again, closer this time. Next time I heard the sound it didn’t fade, it continued getting louder. I saw a black dot on the horizon, and as it got closer I saw that it was a helicopter. I was being rescued. I slouched against the back of my boat and started to relax. The helicopter arrive within minutes, and dropped a rope ladder. I grabbed the ladder and began to climb, but didn’t get very far before they started to fly away. I clung to the ladder like my life depended on it, mostly because it did. After a few minutes I made the realization that we were going back towards the ship. A few minutes later, I was a few feet above the deck of the ship, at which point they dropped the ladder, twisting my ankle. I was surrounded by a bunch of guys in marine uniforms. I soon realized they were the same thugs who had broken into the shipping container. I had lost.
