Al Calipha
“Their intentions are clear.” The captain turned to Ali, who had rushed back to the bridge when the American warship opened fire. “What are yours? You know they will come aboard. And when they do, they will find the weapon, and we will all wind up at Guantanamo.”
Ali thought for a moment, running over his diminishing options. “Allah has shown us this path. We follow it. Have every crew member that you trust locate a weapon and be prepared to use it. When they come aboard, we fight.”
“You can’t be serious.” The captain stared incredulously at the QF operator and pointed at the Navy helicopter now buzzing around off their port side. “They will either open fire on us from the ship or that helicopter will launch some devil weapon that will sink us.”
“Inshallah. The main concern
