I looked across the shore line of Somalia as the sun beamed into my grey dusty glasses. I turn around to see the satellite. I can see a small red dot coming towards our giant, red rusty boat. The clear blue waves crash against the boat with no effect. It was exactly 12:35 and I knew that the coast of Somalia was known for pirates. BANG!
Four men with AK-47s bust through the door like a wrecking ball.
“Get on the Ground!”
I dive down on my hands and knees and start to crawl to the radio but suddenly a gun pushes against the back of my sweaty head.
“Stand up!”
I slowly turn around like a turtle and stand up. When I was half way from standing up I saw an emergency card that had the diagram of a life boat located at the back of the giant MV Maersk Alabama. I grab the rusty desk that is in front of me and pull myself up.
All of my crew in front of me. Terrified. Scared. I couldn’t stand to see them like this. I think to myself that I am the captain and I have to do something.
“Where is the money?”
“I haven't got any.”
Suddenly one of the pirates grabs their gun and sprays bullets into the air leaving holes above us causing light to flood in.
“WHERE IS THE MONEY?”
All of my crew put there hands up all at the same time.
“I don't have any.”
I try to say it in the most convincing way possible when I know there is a safe underneath the table.
“Fine. You choose captain. Either I kill all of your crew or I take you with us and keep you until we get to shore?”
A hot drop of sweat slowly crawled down the side of my face. It got caught by the cold thin barrel of the black AK-47. This was the end. There I stood with my hands in the air waiting for the sound of death. Then someone grabbed me viciously and pulled me out of the room. All four of the pirates and me ran to the lifeboat leaving my crew behind. I was being dragged like a dog trying to get away from a needle. He threw me in the lifeboat and my head crashed against the side of the seat. The boat looked like a small peanut but more disgusting. There was beef jerky and a life jacket neatly tucked under the bright orange driving seat. As the pirates hopped on I looked out the window to see my crew trying to call for help but they looked like they were struggling.
The sound of the motor whirred and rumbled the boat. We raced off, crashing through the waves and I wasn’t sure if anyone would find me but the only thing I could do was lie there and hope for the best. It had been an hour but it felt like I was slowly dying by burning ashes. Suddenly, a pirate stood up with an idea.
“Why don’t we use the radio to get more security when we get off?”
I looked up with anxiety to see the four pirates looking at each other like they had won lotto.
Suddenly wind started to gush against my back, but I could hear a swishing above us. I quickly look out the window to see a chopper circling us. My crew really did call for help. That made me have some hope but only an inch.
Days and days go on and every single one is worse and worse. On the third day even the pirates look like they can't take more but one of the pirates keeps on telling them to not give up and that we can make it to shore. We were all out of food and none of us could go on. It was happening again; the end was coming but there was something else coming towards us. I could see a black life boat with five other men and they were all carrying guns. This was my ticket back home, I didn't know if I was seeing things or it was real but It made me feel more alive.
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