Left Handed

12

Good news: I was not dead.

Bad news: I was tied up to a chair. This whole captivity thing was getting old.

My headphones must have fallen out so Frzzzbo was silent. I figured he'd still be able to hear me though. Who knows, maybe he could DM me straight into the brain with waves.

I had a cloth bag over my head. The lights were on and I could make out shapes moving around.

Someone said something but it was muffled and it might have been in a language I don't speak.

My head hurt where I was hit and I had a headache to boot. It's weird how you can have so many different pains in and on the head. Like, can I have just one please?

Finally someone pulled the cloth off my eyes. I looked around. I was still in the shitty warehouse. The guy who had whacked me over the head with the gun stood before me. He wagged his finger at me. What the fuck? Was this Sunday school?

"Why are you here? Are you the police?" he asked. His accent sounded Eastern European.

"Yes, douchebag. I am the police," I said sarcastically. Unfortunately he didn't get it and slapped me across my face. That stung.

"Bo," I said. "Get me the shit out of this situation."

My shackles fell away like so much lace kink.

"Boom," I said and slammed my fist into Dirty Hair's gut. He folded like a pancake. The other two guys jumped up. They were way too slow. I took them both out with quick upper cuts.

I looked around for my headphones. Luckily they were on the table with the rest of my stuff.

I put them on.

"You should work on your people skills," Bo said.

"You should work on your mom."

"And your comebacks. Pathetic."

"Can you tell me where the weed is?" I asked. "I wanted to make these guys my crew but they aren't worth my time."

Bo did a scan and I went to collect the merch. Unsurprisingly it was hidden all over the place. I found a duffle bag that was conveniently lying around and stuffed it full.

Then I left.

"What's the plan?" Bo asked.

"I'm going to get my crew from another place. We need a lair. Somewhere less conspicuous than a hotel suit." I said.

"I've got just the plan. Give me tonight and by morning you'll have your own place."

I went back to the hotel. It was a long day of shopping and beating people up and getting hit in the face.

Now I'm taking a bath and I can finally relax and update you on everything that happened. I wish you would write back some time. It's kind of lonely here.

When I was young you would talk to me. But then, I would talk to you too. Maybe you can't read. Or maybe you can't write.

It doesn't matter. At least I have Bo to talk to and tomorrow I'm going to make some new friends. Even if I have to force them. Jk. I have a plan. I'm going to make some real friends.

...

The next day Bo woke me up.

"Come on! Let's go!" He was positively exuberant. I wondered if he got some kind of virus.

"Did you get a place?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Where?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," he answered.

"Ugh," I said. "So I definitely can check out?"

"Definitely."

So I packed my stuff which was considerably more than I had arrived with. I managed to fit all my new clothes and stuff into a suitcase that I pulled with my left hand and slung the marijuana bag over my shoulder.

The concierge gave me a look that said he was happy to be rid of me. I don't know why. It's not like I had parties in the room.

"Can I call you a taxi?" he asked.

"Do we need a taxi?" I asked.

"That's wha.." he said.

"No," Bo answered.

"No," I told the concierge. He looked confused and relived at the same time.

Bo gave me directions. I walked to the harbor and then alongside it toward the sea. The boats here were in all sizes and shapes. Some looked like money and some looked like family hand-me-downs. There were sail boats and motor boats and yachts and fishing boats. Cruise ships docked somewhere else, I guessed because they were curiously absent.

"You're going to meet a woman by the next pier. You tell her you are the new owner of the Blue Winds. She will ask for identification. Did you take any?" Bo asked. He sounded very serious.

Luckily my mom brought my passport when I was at the hospital. I ruffled around in the suitcase until I found it.

The woman was tall and had dark skin and long, straight hair. She wore a sailor's uniform but, like, the offers's kind.

As I approached her, I stretched out my hand for her to shake it.

"Move along, kid," she said. She sounded annoyed.

I was about to snap at her but then I took a deep breath and smiled instead.

"I'm the new owner of the Blue Water," I said.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I expected someone else. The person on the phone had a man's voice."

"That was my assistant." I smiled back at her. She seemed nice.

"I'm the captain of the Blue Ocean, at your service," she said. I half expected her to salute but luckily she didn't.

"Well, come on then," she said and beckoned me to follow her.

We walked along the pier. We passed a sail boat and another sail boat and then my jaw dropped to the seabed.

The Blue Typhoon is absolutely gorgeous. All sleek lines, she has two decks above sea level. She is about forty meters in length. I'm in my suit now. It's amazing. I feel like I'm in a movie. Tomorrow I will explore this ship and then we'll conquer me some friends.