The constant squawking of seagulls resonated like a broken car alarm. The kind that screams all morning from a light bumper-to-bumper tap. The sort of collision your insurance never hears about. Faint sunrays caressed my back as I came to. The smell of saltwater was pungent, and every step landed on a shaky plank, some were even missing. Did I misstep There was a black hood covering my face, and through the strands of cotton, I saw the silhouette of a vessel. My wrists were handcuffed, and a dark presence was next to me. It nudged me with the butt of what felt like a semi-automatic rifle.
"One came too, Zeus."
Brief silence.
"Right, the first one. Not the girl, she passed out soon after. Screaming the name 'Dee Dee' so f*****g loud. Yea, Dimitri Davenport," continued the mysterious man.
