Across the Camp

Prologue: Part 1

Derek stood on the wooden ship grinning as he eyed the land before him. He could practically touch the luscious trees, seeing as he'd been at sea for so long. It was December 8, 1941. A day after the infamous attacks at Pearl Harbor. But how was Derek supposed to know that? His cargo ship had been at sea, trading with various countries. As they moved closer to the port, he swore he could see what appeared to be guns pointed at his ship. What did he do? He wasn't a criminal. He was actually a good guy. But the problem they had with him- he was american. And Americans didn't do well in Japan at the time. The crew had prepared to turn around at Derek's orders, but before a word could come out of his mouth, the soldiers had fired. They shot who they could and blindfolded the rest. Derek felt strong arms taking him into their control. He struggled, but it was no use. They stole the cargo for their own needs then sunk his ship. His precious ship. The last thing Derek saw before being roughly blinded with a dirty cloth and pushed into a small vehicle crowded with men was his ship, going down with a splash.