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Authors: Vikrant Khanna
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to move here without their permission. They let us call home just once last week to ask our families to put pressure on the company for the ransom. I had called my mother and cried on the phone with her. The thought of calling Aisha didn’t even occur to me.
Fortunately they haven’t killed or hurt anymore of us after our cook. However, we live under constant mental strain with death threats if they don’t get their ransom.
Over the last few days we have noticed a slight change in their behavior toward us. They appear more impatient and agitated as the company hasn’t agreed to their demands yet. They constantly drink in front of us but thankfully, at most, yell or abuse us.
‘ Hey you, motherfucker!’ my thoughts are interrupted by the growl of one of them. Abuses have become a regular affair nowadays. All of us turn toward the surly voice.
‘Who are you staring at , bastard?’ One of the pirate barks at our third engineer. ‘Eyes down, motherfucker!’ the pirate gets up in an alcoholic haze and walks toward him. ‘Eyes down, I said.’
The t hird engineer panics and roots his eyes to the ground. From the distance I can see his hands trembling.
‘ Stand up, stand up bastard!’
T he third engineer looks around in fear. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and he runs a shaking hand across his face to wipe it. His body shudders and he struggles to rise on his feet. ‘S-s-sorry…sir.’
‘Who were you staring at bastard?’ The pirate launches himself at him and punches the third engineer in his face, once, twice…repeatedly. There is a crunching sound of a bone and the third engineer whines with pain. ‘S-sorry sir, p-p-please stop…’
His whining enrage s the pirate further and he punches him again and again, unleashing his fury at him. He swings his arms wildly and smashes his fist on the third engineer’s already broken nose and jaw alternately. His other companions continue with their drinks, laugh, and encourage him.
All of us freeze in fear but we know we can do nothing to stop him. Blood oozes out from the third engineer’s face, and the pirate breaks some of his teeth before throwing him back on the floor. ‘You fucker, don’t you dare stare at me again!’
The th ird engineer groans with pain covering his face with his hand. Blood spurts out from between his fingers. He squirms on the ground sobbing, screaming, begging…for help. My lips tremble at his agonizing sight and I resist my urge to offer him first-aid.
The second officer thinks the better of it and scampers across the bridge over the medical drawer.
‘Hey you, asshole!’ the pirate screams at the second officer. ‘What the fuck! Where are you going?’
‘I’ll …give him some…medical help.’
‘Come here you bastard,’ the pirate bellow s. ‘Come, come here!’ He hurls his arms out at him.
Warily, the second officer trudges toward him , and sneaks a frightening glance at me and Captain. I draw out my hands helplessly and silently admonish him. Just then the pirate takes a big step forward and swings his arms violently across his face.
‘Bastard, who do you ask before you move, huh?’ He hollers and slaps the second officer repeatedly. ‘Who you ask?’ he shouts again, and when he doesn’t get the answer, flings his arms continuously at the second officer. He tells something in their language to one of his companion who nods and sprints outside to follow his orders.
The pirate keeps thrashing the second officer interspersing the hitting with his question, ‘Why you no ask somebody, you motherfucker, huh, why you don’t take permission?’
His companion returns a minute later with a canister of…OIL.
Oh my God! What is he planning to do?
I shoot a frightening look at Captain. The horror in his eyes is mirrored by my own. When I glance back at them my worst fear turns into a dreadful reality when the pirate splashes oil all over the second officer’s body. I glance at Captain again who waggles his
Fortunately they haven’t killed or hurt anymore of us after our cook. However, we live under constant mental strain with death threats if they don’t get their ransom.
Over the last few days we have noticed a slight change in their behavior toward us. They appear more impatient and agitated as the company hasn’t agreed to their demands yet. They constantly drink in front of us but thankfully, at most, yell or abuse us.
‘ Hey you, motherfucker!’ my thoughts are interrupted by the growl of one of them. Abuses have become a regular affair nowadays. All of us turn toward the surly voice.
‘Who are you staring at , bastard?’ One of the pirate barks at our third engineer. ‘Eyes down, motherfucker!’ the pirate gets up in an alcoholic haze and walks toward him. ‘Eyes down, I said.’
The t hird engineer panics and roots his eyes to the ground. From the distance I can see his hands trembling.
‘ Stand up, stand up bastard!’
T he third engineer looks around in fear. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and he runs a shaking hand across his face to wipe it. His body shudders and he struggles to rise on his feet. ‘S-s-sorry…sir.’
‘Who were you staring at bastard?’ The pirate launches himself at him and punches the third engineer in his face, once, twice…repeatedly. There is a crunching sound of a bone and the third engineer whines with pain. ‘S-sorry sir, p-p-please stop…’
His whining enrage s the pirate further and he punches him again and again, unleashing his fury at him. He swings his arms wildly and smashes his fist on the third engineer’s already broken nose and jaw alternately. His other companions continue with their drinks, laugh, and encourage him.
All of us freeze in fear but we know we can do nothing to stop him. Blood oozes out from the third engineer’s face, and the pirate breaks some of his teeth before throwing him back on the floor. ‘You fucker, don’t you dare stare at me again!’
The th ird engineer groans with pain covering his face with his hand. Blood spurts out from between his fingers. He squirms on the ground sobbing, screaming, begging…for help. My lips tremble at his agonizing sight and I resist my urge to offer him first-aid.
The second officer thinks the better of it and scampers across the bridge over the medical drawer.
‘Hey you, asshole!’ the pirate screams at the second officer. ‘What the fuck! Where are you going?’
‘I’ll …give him some…medical help.’
‘Come here you bastard,’ the pirate bellow s. ‘Come, come here!’ He hurls his arms out at him.
Warily, the second officer trudges toward him , and sneaks a frightening glance at me and Captain. I draw out my hands helplessly and silently admonish him. Just then the pirate takes a big step forward and swings his arms violently across his face.
‘Bastard, who do you ask before you move, huh?’ He hollers and slaps the second officer repeatedly. ‘Who you ask?’ he shouts again, and when he doesn’t get the answer, flings his arms continuously at the second officer. He tells something in their language to one of his companion who nods and sprints outside to follow his orders.
The pirate keeps thrashing the second officer interspersing the hitting with his question, ‘Why you no ask somebody, you motherfucker, huh, why you don’t take permission?’
His companion returns a minute later with a canister of…OIL.
Oh my God! What is he planning to do?
I shoot a frightening look at Captain. The horror in his eyes is mirrored by my own. When I glance back at them my worst fear turns into a dreadful reality when the pirate splashes oil all over the second officer’s body. I glance at Captain again who waggles his
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