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Authors: Gerald McCallum
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a Thursday to avoid the weekend traffic.
At twenty miles out on the flats, we caught sight of a twenty foot center console with the engine covers off. We saw four men on the deck. I called my friends on their boats following close behind, and after some discussion over the radio, we decided to pull over to offer assistance, staying together for safety. As a precaution, I got out a belt feed machine gun.
We pulled up to the center console about one hundred feet aft, and the captain hailed to ask if we could help.
Suddenly two men grabbed an RPG each. “You can turn this from a simple robbery to a murder at sea, take your pick.”
I knew that if they ever got aboard they would kill us all and use the boats for smuggling drugs, because nobody stops to search a one-hundred footer out at sea.
That thought went through my head in a heartbeat, and in the second heartbeat, I turned the SAW (machine gun) loose at the center console and the two men holding the RPG’s. I shot the whole magazine under the gun which was one hundred rounds. The four pirates hit the deck of their boat as the water around their vessel came alive with shells hitting the sea, boat and men, too.
As I reloaded, I heard shots coming from the Bayliner, their ammunition hitting the center console. The pirate boat started taking on water.
We figured most of the men were dead or wounded because no shots came our way from the pirate boat as we sped away, leaving the attack boat to sink—fair treatment for pirates who would kill us all given a chance.
Both our boats had a top end of around twenty knots, so we were about three hours from our next port.
Almost an hour later the Bayliner called me on the radio .
“I see four high-speed boats coming our way, so get all your guns ready!” Bob yelled. “Get Angel and the kids down in the main salon. If the pirates get on board, we all die. I’m setting my autopilot for the cut to Miami at twelve knots. You should the same and arm the captain and crew.”
After arming everybody and setting the radar and autopilot, I called Bob back on the radio.
“Let’s use the cell phones from now on so we can’t be heard, and don’t worry about the RPGs. They won’t take the chance of burning the boats.”
When he called back on the phone, I said, “Don’t shoot until we know it’s not just fishermen, then kill them all.”
We didn’t have to wait long as one of the boats let several shots go that hit the Bayliner. We all opened fire. Our boats would be no good at the bottom of the ocean or full of bullet holes.
As the attackers got within one hundred yards, they spoke to us over the radio, trying to assure us that they were simple pirates and only wanted to rob us.
I yelled to Angel to get the kids down below near the engines, a place no attacker will shoot at, for the boat was the prize and w ould be no use to them without working engines.
We knew they wanted the boat, and that they would kill us all to get it. We answered with boxes of bullets. They shot at both boats, and between the four boats attacking us, they must have had twenty guns. The shooting never let up.
We were safe on our big boat even as hundreds of bullets tore through it, as it was so big that we just moved and fired.
One of their boats with three outboards on it went dead in the water, and the men from that boat transferred to one of the others.
From our height and vantage point we were killing people right and left, when all of a sudden the Bayliner aft deck exploded. Within a second our main salon exploded, too.
I called Bob who reassured me that he was OK and had no fires on board. My boat, on the other hand, was flying apart.
The three pirate boats that were left were two or three times faster than our bigger vessels, so they could literally run circles around us. It was very hard to hit anybody or their engines because they were so fast and kept one hundred yards out or so and never quit moving. One of them was in front one
At twenty miles out on the flats, we caught sight of a twenty foot center console with the engine covers off. We saw four men on the deck. I called my friends on their boats following close behind, and after some discussion over the radio, we decided to pull over to offer assistance, staying together for safety. As a precaution, I got out a belt feed machine gun.
We pulled up to the center console about one hundred feet aft, and the captain hailed to ask if we could help.
Suddenly two men grabbed an RPG each. “You can turn this from a simple robbery to a murder at sea, take your pick.”
I knew that if they ever got aboard they would kill us all and use the boats for smuggling drugs, because nobody stops to search a one-hundred footer out at sea.
That thought went through my head in a heartbeat, and in the second heartbeat, I turned the SAW (machine gun) loose at the center console and the two men holding the RPG’s. I shot the whole magazine under the gun which was one hundred rounds. The four pirates hit the deck of their boat as the water around their vessel came alive with shells hitting the sea, boat and men, too.
As I reloaded, I heard shots coming from the Bayliner, their ammunition hitting the center console. The pirate boat started taking on water.
We figured most of the men were dead or wounded because no shots came our way from the pirate boat as we sped away, leaving the attack boat to sink—fair treatment for pirates who would kill us all given a chance.
Both our boats had a top end of around twenty knots, so we were about three hours from our next port.
Almost an hour later the Bayliner called me on the radio .
“I see four high-speed boats coming our way, so get all your guns ready!” Bob yelled. “Get Angel and the kids down in the main salon. If the pirates get on board, we all die. I’m setting my autopilot for the cut to Miami at twelve knots. You should the same and arm the captain and crew.”
After arming everybody and setting the radar and autopilot, I called Bob back on the radio.
“Let’s use the cell phones from now on so we can’t be heard, and don’t worry about the RPGs. They won’t take the chance of burning the boats.”
When he called back on the phone, I said, “Don’t shoot until we know it’s not just fishermen, then kill them all.”
We didn’t have to wait long as one of the boats let several shots go that hit the Bayliner. We all opened fire. Our boats would be no good at the bottom of the ocean or full of bullet holes.
As the attackers got within one hundred yards, they spoke to us over the radio, trying to assure us that they were simple pirates and only wanted to rob us.
I yelled to Angel to get the kids down below near the engines, a place no attacker will shoot at, for the boat was the prize and w ould be no use to them without working engines.
We knew they wanted the boat, and that they would kill us all to get it. We answered with boxes of bullets. They shot at both boats, and between the four boats attacking us, they must have had twenty guns. The shooting never let up.
We were safe on our big boat even as hundreds of bullets tore through it, as it was so big that we just moved and fired.
One of their boats with three outboards on it went dead in the water, and the men from that boat transferred to one of the others.
From our height and vantage point we were killing people right and left, when all of a sudden the Bayliner aft deck exploded. Within a second our main salon exploded, too.
I called Bob who reassured me that he was OK and had no fires on board. My boat, on the other hand, was flying apart.
The three pirate boats that were left were two or three times faster than our bigger vessels, so they could literally run circles around us. It was very hard to hit anybody or their engines because they were so fast and kept one hundred yards out or so and never quit moving. One of them was in front one
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