JonDLundyn Parker #2 20/2
June 2nd 2007 20:32
.Roscoe hauled his lithe frame from the water, glistening in the sunlight as droplets formed and ran down his slab muscled body. Moving like an otter the General was instantly beside him, holding the fatal blade in his right hand and a grenade in his left. Roscoe nodded to the General and detached two grenades and armed them for throwing. The General took the rear hatch widow that opened down to the rear, sleeping cabin. Roscoe took the same position over the V berth cabin forward. At the General’s nod both slipped grenades in the windows. There was an almost simultaneous “whoomp” as the bombs went off. The boat rose from and settled back into the water.
There was silence. Then a small whimper of a badly wounded man came from the rear window. Both Roscoe and the General were now kneeling behind a large life raft near the main saloon entrance. They both dropped a grenade each, seconds apart into the compartment. There was another two explosions and now the was erratic sounds of movement from below. With a wry smile the General led the way below carrying just his lethal bladed pocket knife. Roscoe followed, his razor sharp dive knife looking like a child’s toy in his huge fist. The General found two men bleeding from serious wounds and surgically ended their lives with swift stokes of his blade. He could not afford to leave any one alive to his rear. Roscoe had turned to the galley and was making his way a quietly as he could through broken crockery laying on the floor. The grenade through the rear cabin window had done its task and two men lay dead in bed. Shredded of flesh, with eyes closed. They had never woken up! A similar scene met the General in the front cabin though one of the men who was dying there, had to be helped to heaven and arrived with a twisted neck. “Let him explain that” thought the General.
The roar of a powerful outboard motor took him by surprise. He had seen the Southwind runabout tied side on to the cruiser and had debated fixing the engine so it wouldn’t start but had decided to leave it in case he and Roscoe needed it for a sudden departure. Now someone else was making an escape. He heard Roscoe race up the stairs as he finished searching the cabins for survivors or threats. In all they had accounted for one man off the stern, two men in the aft cabin, two in the forward cabin and two in the main cabin. Seven in all, it was Ramid that had got away. “He won’t get far” thought the General.
There was silence. Then a small whimper of a badly wounded man came from the rear window. Both Roscoe and the General were now kneeling behind a large life raft near the main saloon entrance. They both dropped a grenade each, seconds apart into the compartment. There was another two explosions and now the was erratic sounds of movement from below. With a wry smile the General led the way below carrying just his lethal bladed pocket knife. Roscoe followed, his razor sharp dive knife looking like a child’s toy in his huge fist. The General found two men bleeding from serious wounds and surgically ended their lives with swift stokes of his blade. He could not afford to leave any one alive to his rear. Roscoe had turned to the galley and was making his way a quietly as he could through broken crockery laying on the floor. The grenade through the rear cabin window had done its task and two men lay dead in bed. Shredded of flesh, with eyes closed. They had never woken up! A similar scene met the General in the front cabin though one of the men who was dying there, had to be helped to heaven and arrived with a twisted neck. “Let him explain that” thought the General.
The roar of a powerful outboard motor took him by surprise. He had seen the Southwind runabout tied side on to the cruiser and had debated fixing the engine so it wouldn’t start but had decided to leave it in case he and Roscoe needed it for a sudden departure. Now someone else was making an escape. He heard Roscoe race up the stairs as he finished searching the cabins for survivors or threats. In all they had accounted for one man off the stern, two men in the aft cabin, two in the forward cabin and two in the main cabin. Seven in all, it was Ramid that had got away. “He won’t get far” thought the General.
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