It was difficult enough to tread against the flow of water; the added weight of my colleague made it nearly impossible. I tried to keep our heads above the water but my efforts began to prove fruitless. After hours on end of fighting the current, my body finally said enough and gave out. I blacked out at the worst possible time.
It pulled up along side us and a rope ladder swung out of the starboard side. I mustered enough willpower to scale the wooded rungs, being careful not to sway to far in either direction. The moment I crawled on the deck, I sprawled myself out and gasped for air.
What seemed to be a deckhand, took Colfer’s limp body down below the deck of the of the yacht. This somewhat alarmed me but I was to exhausted to even make an attempt to stop him. I just lied there motionless, gradually regenerating my stamina.
An ominous figure walked towards me, shrouded by the dense fog. His voice called out to me, breaking the deathly silence that crept among the us. His voice sounded vaguely familiar; the kind of voice that once you hear, you never forget.
He said to me,” Ahh. So, here we are, once again, on my ornate yacht. I can’t remember the last time we met in such a way. It used to be the only time we saw each other. It was actually kind of pathetic. You used to try to kill me, saying it was your job, and the same thing would always happen. You know, you would sneak on deck, find your way to my quarters, and attempt to take me out. I would never be there...I’m not that stupid...it would always be a trap. You would take a few of my men and scamper off like the vermin you are. This time is different. You see, I have your “friend” down there, barely clinging to life after days at sea. Now, you can go if you want, I have no interest in killing you. Actually, I would prefer you to be alive. No one likes to kill anyone...but sometimes...it has to be done.”
I gave him a glare, a look that clearly defined what I was thinking, which was extremely obvious. Something along the lines on “Yea....ok....sure....whatever you say.”
After that, he went below deck where I had a feeling Colfer would be waiting. I couldn’t help but thinking that this was one of those times where “it had to be done”.
Using sheer will power, I stumbled up, using the guardrail to bolster me, noting the attributes of the deck, such as a black jet ski, I unsheathed a 6 inch knife that I had with me, the knife I had been carrying since I escaped the “labyrinth”. After thinking about what I had to lose, which ironically was nothing, I only had one thought.
Let’s go.
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I regained conscienceless, only to find myself floating in the middle of nowhere. I had no idea how long I had been out. All I knew was that it was long enough to drift me somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic. As if on cue, a large vessel floated in our direction. I tried to make myself visible, using every last bit of strength. It changed its course and gradually turned our direction.It pulled up along side us and a rope ladder swung out of the starboard side. I mustered enough willpower to scale the wooded rungs, being careful not to sway to far in either direction. The moment I crawled on the deck, I sprawled myself out and gasped for air.
What seemed to be a deckhand, took Colfer’s limp body down below the deck of the of the yacht. This somewhat alarmed me but I was to exhausted to even make an attempt to stop him. I just lied there motionless, gradually regenerating my stamina.
An ominous figure walked towards me, shrouded by the dense fog. His voice called out to me, breaking the deathly silence that crept among the us. His voice sounded vaguely familiar; the kind of voice that once you hear, you never forget.
He said to me,” Ahh. So, here we are, once again, on my ornate yacht. I can’t remember the last time we met in such a way. It used to be the only time we saw each other. It was actually kind of pathetic. You used to try to kill me, saying it was your job, and the same thing would always happen. You know, you would sneak on deck, find your way to my quarters, and attempt to take me out. I would never be there...I’m not that stupid...it would always be a trap. You would take a few of my men and scamper off like the vermin you are. This time is different. You see, I have your “friend” down there, barely clinging to life after days at sea. Now, you can go if you want, I have no interest in killing you. Actually, I would prefer you to be alive. No one likes to kill anyone...but sometimes...it has to be done.”
I gave him a glare, a look that clearly defined what I was thinking, which was extremely obvious. Something along the lines on “Yea....ok....sure....whatever you say.”
After that, he went below deck where I had a feeling Colfer would be waiting. I couldn’t help but thinking that this was one of those times where “it had to be done”.
Using sheer will power, I stumbled up, using the guardrail to bolster me, noting the attributes of the deck, such as a black jet ski, I unsheathed a 6 inch knife that I had with me, the knife I had been carrying since I escaped the “labyrinth”. After thinking about what I had to lose, which ironically was nothing, I only had one thought.
Let’s go.
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