This is a companion piece to complement last weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge The Chase. Although it should stand on it’s own merits, the two stories, taken together, are part of the same ‘incident’ and provide a bigger picture of what was happening. I’ve reused the same prompt so thanks once again to  © Jan Wayne Fields.

Precious Cargo

The big white yacht glided effortlessly through the waves as it approached the harbour.

In his cabin, Señor Miguel Castellano paced uneasily, running a damp handkerchief over his fevered brow. A large brown packet marked ‘Urgent Medical Supplies’ had slid from under the bed and he carefully kicked it back under.

Suddenly the boat lurched, and, off balance, he was thrown to the floor. He caught his breath, grappled the covers of his undersized bed and pulled himself up until he was sitting awkwardly, still buffeted by the sudden movements.

He reached to the top of the bed and pressed the red button on the intercom.

He needed to find out what was happening.

He waited but nobody answered.

What the hell, he fumed, he’d better go up to the deck and see for himself. Perhaps the sea air would counteract the overwhelming desire to empty his stomach.

Steadying himself on the hand rails, he groped his way to the deck.

The yacht was thrown by the sea in every direction, and the crew were far too busy to pay any attention to their mysterious passenger.

Advancing slowly, and gripping tightly with one hand, he advanced hesitantly towards the captain who was pointing at something. He held fast with both hands and followed the captains gaze.

Another boat was following them and seemed to be gaining slowly.

The captain turned and shouted but his words were consumed by the wind.

There was a flash of light and the stifled sounds of an explosion followed by billows of white smoke.

The distance between the two vessels increased.

The captain gave the order to slow the boat and they pursued a more leisurely course towards the harbour.

“That was close,” he said, “it’s unusual for the coastguards to have engine problems.”

He frowned and hissed, “Please go back to your cabin Señor Castellano. No-one should see you as we approach the landing stage.”

“Make sure there are no further problems then Captain. Remember, you’ll only get the other half of your fees if my precious cargo and I disembark safely.”

The captain nodded curtly.

Only he knew what awaited them in port.

You can read the companion story (The Chasehere.

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