Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Frantically reaching for the bags, I rush out of the hall and up to the deck. By the time I place the bags down, my hands are trembling and I’m trying very hard to slow my heart down. Is that how easily Marek disposes of people who don’t agree with him? Is he really willing to kill them, to keep me alive?
“Load the boat.”
A harsh voice has me jerking, and then quickly picking up the bags and reaching over the side, placing them in the boat they have raised up flush with the ship. It is full of supplies, and a few boxes which I’m certain contain weapons, drugs and lord knows what else.
“Get on.”
The man who ordered me to load the boat, is now telling me to get on. There are people piling in, and I wonder if this is my chance. I nod, acting as though I’m walking towards it. The moment he turns his back to order someone else to do a job, I disappear behind a large pole, praying he doesn’t notice I’m not on there. It’s raining heavier now, and the ship is starting to rock.
I don’t move a muscle as they begin lowering that boat.
“Time to go boss,” I hear someone yell through the rapidly increasing rain.
“Where is she?”
Marek’s booming voice fills my eyes and I close my eyes, praying. Just praying.
“On the boat that just got lowered. She got the supplies. Have you got everything you need?”
He thinks I’m on the boat.
I could scream, I’m so happy, but I don’t say a damn word. I press myself against the large pole, hoping that nobody will notice me. “
“We don’t have time,” Marek grinds out. “Barry is gone.”
“Where?”
“Fuckin’ bullet in the skull because he refuses to listen. I’ll deal with him when this storm is over. Get in the boat.”
My heart skips a beat.
He speaks of death as if it’s just a normal daily occurrence.
The idea that I’ll be sharing a ship with a dead man isn’t something I want to process right now. If I manage to get out of this alive, then I’ll deal with it later. Until then, I’m just focusing on slipping by without notice. The weather is progressively getting worse, hopefully by the time they get to the shore, they won’t be able to make it back for me.
I don’t move a muscle as they lower the last boat.
I don’t move even when it is dead silent, the only thing I can hear is the waves crashing against the side of the ship as it begins to rock.
Did I just get away with this?
Am I going to be free?
Or is this the worst mistake I could have possibly made?
I guess I’m about to find out.
I’M SCARED.
Mostly because the wind is picking up, and a harrowing howl rolls down the empty halls of the ship as the waves crash angrily against the sides. My stomach turns with each nauseating rock, and I try to find a room that is most central on the ship. It looks like a crewmates room, and only has a small bed, a chair in the corner and no windows. I have my small box from the kitchen, including the gun, ready.
Now, I just have to wait it out.
I drag the mattress from the bed and put it on the ground before I take the chair from the room and put it in another. I can’t risk it barreling towards me in the middle of the night. Once the room is cleared, I sit on the mattress and wait. Hugging my knees to my chest, I prepare myself for the onslaught of wind and rain that is about to test this ship and its strength. If it goes down, I’m going down with it.
The door swings open.
It is dark in the room, so for a moment, I think the wind has somehow broken the latch and sent it flying open but when I see the shadowy figure in the door, I know it wasn’t the wind. Screaming, I scurry backwards, terrified as the dark presence enters the room. Is Barry really alive? Is he looking for someone? Did Marek not do the job properly? Or is it someone else on the ship, someone who had the same idea as me and is now here to kill me.
The figure takes two steps towards me, and the wind blows, whipping his hair out around him. I know the minute I see that hair, who it is. Marek. How the hell did he get back onto the ship? Either way, he will kill me now for sure. Frantically, I lunge towards me bag, pulling out the gun just as he reaches me and hauls me back. A struggle breaks out, his hand curling around my wrist as he tries to drag me from the room.