The air was quiet follwing the explosion. My legs were shaking. Irubbed the aching musceles of my shoulder.Bledsoe still stood next to me, his eyes glassy, his face grey. I wanted to say something to him, but no words came. An explosion. Someone blew up a sixty-thousand-tonne ship. I saw captain Bemis come down from the bridge.
‘Martin.Our ship. What happended?’
‘Someone blew up your ship,captain.’The word came from far away. Bemis was looking at me strangely: I realized I had spoken the words.
Bemis shook his head. ‘No. Not my ship.’
I started to argue,but I felt too tired. I suddenly remembered the figure swimming away from the ship at Thunder Bay. That was the person who had planted the explosives.I opened my mouth to tell them,then swallowed the words. No one would be able to accept such news at the moent.
‘Martin needs some help,’I said .’Get him to sit down.’
I needed to get away from the crowd on the deck. There was some important in formation in my mind, somewhere hidden,to look for my bag. On my way I passed the chief engineer.He was covered with mud and oil. His eyes stared at me in horror.
‘How are thing below?’ I asked.
‘Several men dead. Water everywhere. It was a bomb,you know.It must have been set off by radio singnal.But why?’
I shook my head,helpessly,but I suddenly remembered the man with bright red hair and a pair of binoculars.Howard Mattingly, the hockey play Boom Boom had seen in an unusual place,had red hair.
I forgot the ache in my shoulder. I need to find Mattingly.
The air was quiet follwing the explosion. My legs were shaking. Irubbed the aching musceles of my shoulder.Bledsoe still stood next to me, his eyes glassy, his face grey. I wanted to say something to him, but no words came. An explosion. Someone blew up a sixty-thousand-tonne ship. I saw captain Bemis come down from the bridge. ‘Martin.Our ship. What happended?’ ‘Someone blew up your ship,captain.’The word came from far away. Bemis was looking at me strangely: I realized I had spoken the words. Bemis shook his head. ‘No. Not my ship.’ I started to argue,but I felt too tired. I suddenly remembered the figure swimming away from the ship at Thunder Bay. That was the person who had planted the explosives.I opened my mouth to tell them,then swallowed the words. No one would be able to accept such news at the moent. ‘Martin needs some help,’I said .’Get him to sit down.’ I needed to get away from the crowd on the deck. There was some important in formation in my mind, somewhere hidden,to look for my bag. On my way I passed the chief engineer.He was covered with mud and oil. His eyes stared at me in horror. ‘How are thing below?’ I asked. ‘Several men dead. Water everywhere. It was a bomb,you know.It must have been set off by radio singnal.But why?’ I shook my head,helpessly,but I suddenly remembered the man with bright red hair and a pair of binoculars.Howard Mattingly, the hockey play Boom Boom had seen in an unusual place,had red hair. I forgot the ache in my shoulder. I need to find Mattingly.
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The air was quiet follwing the explosion. My legs were shaking. Irubbed the aching musceles of my shoulder.Bledsoe still stood next to me, his eyes glassy, his face grey. I wanted to say something to him, but no words came. An explosion. Someone blew up a sixty-thousand-tonne ship. I saw captain Bemis come down from the bridge.
‘Martin.Our ship. What happended?’
‘Someone blew up your ship,captain.’The word came from far away. Bemis was looking at me strangely: I realized I had spoken the words.
Bemis shook his head. ‘No. Not my ship.’
I started to argue,but I felt too tired. I suddenly remembered the figure swimming away from the ship at Thunder Bay. That was the person who had planted the explosives.I opened my mouth to tell them,then swallowed the words. No one would be able to accept such news at the moent.
‘Martin needs some help,’I said .’Get him to sit down.’
I needed to get away from the crowd on the deck. There was some important in formation in my mind, somewhere hidden,to look for my bag. On my way I passed the chief engineer.He was covered with mud and oil. His eyes stared at me in horror.
‘How are thing below?’ I asked.
‘Several men dead. Water everywhere. It was a bomb,you know.It must have been set off by radio singnal.But why?’
I shook my head,helpessly,but I suddenly remembered the man with bright red hair and a pair of binoculars.Howard Mattingly, the hockey play Boom Boom had seen in an unusual place,had red hair.
I forgot the ache in my shoulder. I need to find Mattingly.
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