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Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 7
I looked up and saw one of the sailors standing close to Wendy. His posture was threatening so I switched on the autopilot setting the unit to follow the magnet structure ahead of us. I took up the heaviest instrument I could find.
These sailboats built in Oulu were typical of the period; long bow and stern overhangs with slab sided rectangles for deck cabins with curved cabin tops.
This one had a long sunken cockpit with two steps down and a real door opening into a roomy salon. There were access hatches on either side of the forward galley and a single hatch to one side at the aft end of the salon with ladders fore and aft to cabins and the engine room under the salon deck. The engine room deck also held all or most of the stores.
At a length on deck of seventy five feet and 25 feet of beam the full keel welded rolled steel hull had two decks with three cabins forward and the stateroom aft. Nothing was very big or roomy but still, the heavy displacement hull featured nearly 9 feet below the waterline. With an all up weight of 30 tons, she was no lightweight racer. For a civilian Yacht she was of medium length but very heavy.
Just as I opened the salon door, the guard grabbed her and tried to wrestle her to the floor, tearing her jumper as she fell. The 3 pound hammer caught him in the right ear, killing him instantly. Wendy snatched up the Schmeisser, cocked it and sprayed the other two sleeping sailors.
And we were back in the sunshine chasing a breeze. We still had three dead WW2 German submariners to deal with. Dangerous sharks are rare in the north sea ... until three great whites splashed down next to the boat.
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Also WTF, muthafucka, and assorted language that my children did NOT need to hear ... but they did.
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