1. A pirate's tale


    Date: 8/10/2018, Categories: Novels, Author: Michael_m57, Source: LushStories

    The warm nighttime breezes moving across the dark waters of the South China Sea ruffle your hair a little as I come up behind you, and together we enjoy the smells and sounds of the island bay we are anchored in, while enjoying the closeness of each other even more. Just as I decide I should kiss you once for good luck I am surprised by the sounds of footsteps behind me on the deck, and the beauty of the scene turns to horror as I see a grinning young man brandishing an old carbine at me. My heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest and for a moment I think about how we might distract him and push him overboard, but it’s a short moment for another clambers onto the deck up at the bow. Very quickly there are four rather vicious men on our lovely vessel and I am appalled at how easily we have been taken. It’s heartbreaking to think about how my precautions, the hidden weapons, the powerful fire pump & hose, and all that horsepower in the engines are for nothing as our boat and ourselves become the property of a rag-tag bunch of Malaysian pirates. I literally gnash my teeth in anger at their rudeness and demeanor as they swagger about our boat, rudely throwing things around and occasionally hurling various insults and threats in our direction. After a few minutes they force me to start the engines, and soon we are out to sea. In a short while we meet up with their vessel which is already heading out to sea also. It’s an old wooden dhow driven by couple of outboard ...
    engines, with several armed pirates resting on the deck as they motor along. Their boat is nowhere near our match in speed so we must slow down considerably to match pace with them. They exchange congratulatory shouts with one another as I begin to make a plan as to what to do. The two boats turn towards some islands just off the straits of Malacca, where no doubt they have a hideout and communications equipment with which to make their demands. We can do nothing but sit against the bulkhead in the galley where they are keeping us. The opportunity to make a move comes soon enough, when one of them asks me how to operate our head ( the very latest in marine toilets). This is the moment I have been waiting for. I point towards the now open toilet seat, and just as he looks down at it I reach over and close the venting valve while with my other hand I flip the macerating pump into “dumping” speed and pressure begins to build. He looks at me with a quizzical expression, then back to the toilet which at that moment reaches the limit of its valve and explodes a large part of the sewage tank’s contents all over the hapless criminal. I try not to laugh as he screams in disgust and anger and lashes out at me, but since he is now quite slippery all he can do is tumble to the floor in a puddle of filth while I swing a belay pin hard against his head. He is out of action for some time to come. The man standing in front of you starts to step towards me pointing his gun and trying not to shoot ...
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