Recovering Commando Box Set by Finn Óg

Author:Finn Óg [Óg, Finn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Finn Óg
Published: 2020-03-17T22:00:00+00:00

Sam looked up at her, imposing, dangerous, full of menace – and smiled in the sure knowledge that few people would imagine him capable of what he was about to do.

Teetaya. Her name was plastered on the transom. He toyed with the notion of shimmying up the lines tying it to the harbour, but he wasn’t confident in his own fitness having been at sea for such a long time. It had meant virtually no walking, and save for a bit of habitual core work and winching sails in and out, he’d done no exercise and was softer than usual.

In the end he didn’t have to do anything so exotic. He simply strolled up the walkway and punched the man standing at its top in the face. He took the man’s radio and phone, kicked him down the steps and swung the walkway away from the quay.

He worked his way below and found a fire axe right where it should be. Deeper again he identified the enormous seacocks that allow water in and out of the ship. Every vessel sucks seawater – to flush toilets and, more importantly, cool the engines. Sam merrily swiped the metal fixings with the axe as he passed, pishing water in at a furious rate. Within minutes he was wading around just below knee level.

Sam started to climb the steps in search of the real workers – the ratings. He found some running about trying to identify why the alarms were going off.

“Sinking,” he barked at them. “Get off the ship immediately!”

They turned and ran up the metal rungs. He cleared each deck as he rose through the bowels of the boat, kicking or throwing open doors to make sure nobody was left behind. Up and up he went until eventually he made it to the bridge where all hell was breaking loose with buzzing and beeping and the wailing of sirens.

“Who is the radio operator?” he screamed as he burst onto the floor.

A man Sam assumed to be the captain turned towards him and began with a barrage of questions in a language he didn’t understand.

Sam ignored him. “Radio operator!” he screamed again, and in their confusion at this axe-wielding apparition two of the four men present pointed at a burly chap by a window.

“I am from the yacht Tuskar. Remember me? You refused to give us help,” he said, his voice more even as he lowered his heart rate.

The burly man’s eyes widened in sudden understanding. He made to move from his seat but Sam caught him with a well-aimed hurl of a small fire extinguisher. It left the operator nicked but not out.

Sam turned to the others. “Refusing to help a fellow seafarer in distress is an incredibly serious issue, gentlemen. The punishment for such a transgression,” he somehow found himself adopting Fran’s flowery prose, “is a spell in Davy Jones’s locker.”

“What?” spat the captain, evidently understanding the reference.

“To the seabed, my friend, but first you must give me the sea books of your crew.

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