by Aiidee Sinclair
I was on my way to Bonny Island to see a relative. We had boarded a ship and sailed off. After about 35 mins we heard fired gunshots.
Picture gotten from-Thailand
“what is the problem?” I asked one of the cabin crew.” our ship is under attack by a group of gangsters ” a man I could I tell from his voice was in great panic answered.
“what?!” I screamed on top of my voice with my heart throbbing aloud.
“Please Mr. help me! they are after me” said the most beautiful and gorgeous girl I have ever seen, crying by the end of the ship just close to the entrance of the main door.
I wasn’t in my right thinking as I forgot for a moment that we were in a great deal of danger. Her natural beauty got me. I finally decided to help, as what else was there to do when we were under attack by the unknown. As I pulled her up from the ground, she seemed frightened and had given me a distrustful look.
“What is happening? what offence did you commit? was it you who had caused this attack?” I asked furiously not minding if she had answers to it or not. It felt like such a nightmare. ” I was about to be smuggled into a world that doesn’t exist, I had escaped before my abductors knew what was next” she replied with a hasty look.
“boss! there she is” A man with a huge jaw beard appeared from behind her. She turned, pointing at the three hefty men with large figures and a mean lookwalking towards us with the man I had seen at first, screaming
“please Mr. help me! those men are after me”, I quickly grabbed her by her hand and began running towards the front of the ship not knowing where this will eventually lead us.
“There is no other option than for us to jump as many of the crew had done” I said softly to her when we got to the front top of the ship. She didn’t hesitate but jumped off the ship. I followed swiftly. We swam for what seemed like an eternity until I passed out….
we found ourselves at the shore of the sea surrounded by thick green forests….
To be continued…
Disclaimer: This piece was originally written by Aiidee Sinclair and this is one of the media he chose to share his fictional prose. No parts were added by me or anyone.
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2016.