JonDLundyn Parker #2 20/3
June 3rd 2007 20:32
Roscoe was tidying up the main cabin controls trying to make some sense out of the mayhem made by the double blast of the grenades. The controls of the bridge deck, were wrecked beyond casual repair, by Ramid, prior to his quick departure.
“We aren’t going to get this boat going in time to catch that bastard” growled Roscoe, “he has made a proper mess of things up there and we made our own mess down here.
The General nodded and pointed to the radio. “See if you can get Lundyn on that. Give him a little job to do. We have to look to getting this cruiser sunk”
Roscoe grinned broadly, “he will be pleased to get in on the action now.”
Roscoe slid the anchor chain through the fairlead and dropped it into the depths of the bay. The tide had now turned and the cruiser, caught in the current began to slip out past the headlands of the bay. The General fired two white parachute flares into the lower cabin where the magnesium would start to ignite the fibreglass hull and soft furnishings. Roscoe was tossing small hand held flares over the decks and up into the bridge. A pall of black smoke was already billowing out of the cabin. The two men again donned their swim fins, masks and snorkels, entered the water and struck out toward the white silicon sands of the island beach. Here they would have a two day holiday, living off oysters and birds eggs till they were airlifted off. Roscoe had been spotted sunbaking in his black frilly G-string by a charter skipper returning from a fishing expedition. This skipper had taken one look through his binoculars at Roscoes huge frame and the brief women’s underwear and called for coast guard assistance. He was not going anywhere near this freak!
“We aren’t going to get this boat going in time to catch that bastard” growled Roscoe, “he has made a proper mess of things up there and we made our own mess down here.
The General nodded and pointed to the radio. “See if you can get Lundyn on that. Give him a little job to do. We have to look to getting this cruiser sunk”
Roscoe grinned broadly, “he will be pleased to get in on the action now.”
Roscoe slid the anchor chain through the fairlead and dropped it into the depths of the bay. The tide had now turned and the cruiser, caught in the current began to slip out past the headlands of the bay. The General fired two white parachute flares into the lower cabin where the magnesium would start to ignite the fibreglass hull and soft furnishings. Roscoe was tossing small hand held flares over the decks and up into the bridge. A pall of black smoke was already billowing out of the cabin. The two men again donned their swim fins, masks and snorkels, entered the water and struck out toward the white silicon sands of the island beach. Here they would have a two day holiday, living off oysters and birds eggs till they were airlifted off. Roscoe had been spotted sunbaking in his black frilly G-string by a charter skipper returning from a fishing expedition. This skipper had taken one look through his binoculars at Roscoes huge frame and the brief women’s underwear and called for coast guard assistance. He was not going anywhere near this freak!
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