174 MILES EAST OF AFRICA

A short sharp dash to safety for two British coxswains in the treacherous warm waters of the Indian Ocean.

Like bursts of machine gun fire flying fish zapped past the small boats missing the heads and bodies of the two men and their guards. The sky was angry, dark deep swirling clouds roaring from deep within the throat of the heavens and thrashing lightening bolts down at the ocean. Gale force winds blew like a brute carrying the skies unrest forcing it into the deep blue churning waves.

John looked across at Otto stemming the tide no more than 50 meters off of his starboard quarter. They where just in the shelter of a huge drill ship on its lee side near the bow peering around at the recovery vessel that had just put in the call over the radio that it was imperative that the two coxswains return to her and recover their boats immediately and reassuringly told the poor buggers not to respond to the request using their handhelds for fear of a lightning strike! It was all up to them.

Otto gazed back and there eyes and vision interlocked. Both men concerned for their crew and themselves, with an impressive dose of adrenaline charging through each of their veins. As one in thought, a glance at the recovery vessel and a glance straight back at each other then maybe half a breath in. The boats were covered in praying mantis and stowaway sparrows from supply vessels that had been delivering food and equipment from Mombasa. A bizarre peace fell upon them as they tried to take in the moment then all that was still dispersed.

Both men throttle down full tilt! Wheeled toward the recover vessel and exploded out of the original rhythm and acceptance of the ocean. Now they were blazing a trail crashing through white wash, launching and landing engulfed by huge walls of water en-route to their target.

The cracking skies fired at them! 500 metres out from their recovery. The electricity in the air had some how got into John and Ottos spirit as forceful, confident grins appeared on each mans face. They had rolled the dice, committed and had no way of turning back. The speed and excitement carried them back safe to the sturdy recovery vessel and they began securing the boats on deck the same way they had done for the past 9 weeks without the scent, sight or sound of dry land.

Reviews

[PonQo]

Your word choice is really awesome, and you have a really cool meter in your sentences. Is this part of an ongoing series? Because I love it as a standalone piece, but I also feel really immersed in this world now! Great work :D

[Benjamin Austin]

Thank you so much! It is part of a much bigger tale of brotherhood and adventure! Truly grateful for your encouraging feedback! :)

[Benjamin Austin]

Glad you enjoyed it 😀