Hijacked
chapter 3
Just after witnessing modern day pirates begin to board the ship, an announcement was made through the loudspeakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the captain said, “please make your way to your rooms. Officials will help you with the lock-down procedure.”
While he repeated the command several times, I yelled, “Let's find the others!” to my brother.
As we went downstairs, we were grabbed from behind by a pirate. He did not speak, so I couldn't tell where he was from. You could tell he was serious by the blank expression on his face, torn and faded khaki cargo pants, red bandana, and a black leather jacket. Overall he smelled of seawater, but the stench coming from his mouth was unbearable. It smelled like rotten corpses and my mind whirled as I tried to think of what he ate. We were eventually sat down in the dining hall with all of the other passengers.
After being shoved onto the ground, the leader of the pirates spoke.
“Ground rules. Sit down, face forward, and shut up!” he yelled. “If we so much as see you turn you head or even utter a slight whimper, well, I'll let you see what happens,” he snarled.
With that remark, a woman farther up got up and screamed. A bulky balding pirate covered her mouth with his meaty hairy hands. A pirate with a butcher's knife escorted them to a room down the hall. I heard a door creak open then slam shut. I began to hear the poor woman cry out in sheer agony. The pain she was going through must have been immense. I couldn't imagine the torturous things they were doing to her. The screams got louder and louder until they abruptly stopped. At that moment, I knew she was dead. Two pirates went into that same room.
“What the hell is going on in there?” I murmured to myself.