Ransom at Sea: My Wife's Deadly Prank
I’d just set sail to escort the cargo to the border when a Category 8 typhoon warning suddenly blared.
I steer the ship back in the direction of the harbor, only to realize that the ship has run out of fuel. The distress beacon has been dismantled, too.
Immediately, I pick up the radio and call the maritime rescuers for help. As soon as the call gets connected, I hear my wife, Melanie Watkins' mocking laughter instead.
"I've already rewired the emergency number so that you can never reach the rescuers. Have fun surviving in the ocean!"
Her student, Darell Parker, is with her as well.
"Remember when you made fun of me for not knowing how to swim, Clifton? Well, now you're given the chance to show off your swimming skills! You can swim all the way back to the shore on your own! You'd better not be as slow as the sea turtles!"
The waves have almost capsized the cargo ship. If I can't get rescued anytime soon, I'll end up dying in the sea.
I can only grit my teeth before pleading to Melanie, "No one can possibly swim back to shore! Help me call the maritime rescuers—"
But she laughs coldly in return. "Why do you need the rescuers' help? Didn't you say one must learn how to protect themselves? Now swim!
"If you think the waters are too cold, then swim faster! Maybe you'll feel warmer the faster you swim!"
I give up on arguing with Melanie. After that, I head toward the cargo area with a blade in hand and get ready to sever the ropes tying the cargo down.
Said cargo contains the ransom money that's capable of saving Ella Zimmerman, the daughter of Hugh Zimmerman, the wealthiest man in Starbury.