The crew and I quickly fell into routine after a day or so. Thankfully, we were supplied to last about two weeks even though we should be in Cayenne in about six days. Mark insisted that we didn't need that much, but I like to be prepared. Ever since I was little I loved the sea. My mother used to sneak me onto her fishing boat back in the day before she...passed. I started tearing up a bit. But I wasn't about to cry in front of my crew. They needed a strong leader after all. Then came the boring part, standing at the wheel for about four hours. At first it was just Mark and I talking, but being the wuss he is, he went to bed with the crew at half past nine. Leaving me alone with my thoughts; a very dangerous place.
I let my mind wander for a bit until it takes me to a question. Why would someone take goods from Mexico to Cayenne, just so someone else can pick it up and bring it to another destination? Mexico is very close to Cayenne, about four days in a medium sized boat. But I'm on af very heavy boat, with a massive amount cargo. While I'm thinking about it, i realized that the two men on the boat didn't tell me anything about the load. It's almost as if he was trying to keep me away from the cargo, like he didn't want me to know what it was. Maybe it's something valuable! Or illegal... I shouldn't be worrying about this anyway, it's Mark's turn to steer.
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The Last Encounter
Short StoryA new ship captain and her best friend go on a voyage when a mysterious storm comes out o nowhere. Then they see something in the distance... *This is only a short story so the whole thing is just one chapter*
