“I have a visual,” he said over the noise of the chopper. “Looks to be 50-foot sloop badly listing to starboard. Over.”
“Roger. Anyone aboard?”
“Negative. Going in for a closer look. Over.”
Jenks examined the sailboat through his binoculars. “There’s a big hole in the port hull,” he said into the intercom. “Looks like a collision. Maybe another vessel, L.T.?”
“Nothing reported. My guess is a shipping container.” He brought the helicopter closer, the blades whipping the water to white foam. “If there’s anyone aboard, they’re unable to come on deck.”
Jenks buckled on the harness. “Lower me down.”
Oh dear. Shoulda seen this coming.
You always wonder about that couple who got married in high school who all of a sudden stops sending you Christmas cards.
Ah hell…
Bad news.
This is where, in the show, we turn away from the screen…
So, the pirates took the crew as hostages and then, when they found the container of weed, they took that as well.
I got the idea from a story in the Seattle Times about a couple who were rescued a couple hundred miles offshore. They were sailing from Hawaii to San Francisco.
Tensely written and credible. Now I want to know what happened to the crew…
Good writing, Randy.
Well, isn’t this the cliffhanger?
Great story 🙂 Love to create my own ending.
Oh dear!
Great suspense in this piece.