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This is the first book of the trilogy, giving you an idea how some modern-day pirates operate' and how they have operated in the past. I know because I have seen the aftermath.
The consequences for those involved are unpleasant or disastrous. From these experiences I have written a fictional story drawing upon some observations of facts.
Here first chapter of the extremely exciting e-Book: 'Modern-day Pirates'.
Juan & Fidel
Manghana was very busy all along the waterfront, it was market
day and the market people were going eagerly about their early
morning chores. Others were already drinking coffee or having
a brandy to get the day off to a steady start. The waterfront
cafés was the first to open. They opened very early in the
mornings with the bars opening later in the day.
However, one bar had stayed open all night, much to the
barman’s disgust. He was a short fat man with a thick
moustache and greasy black hair around the sides of his bald
patch. He wore a cotton shirt and trousers that should have
been washed weeks before. He was very tired and wanted to go
to bed. But there was some serious drinking going on in his
Several hours before, he’d thought that there would have been
a lot of trouble. He could feel it in the air. Still, he was
more than grateful that his fears had proved groundless. Not
that he could have done anything about it except stand behind
the bar and sweat more than he was now, mostly with fear.
Today the tropical heat had made him exceptionally tired he
was going into spasms of dozing off and suddenly coming round.
He was abruptly brought to his senses when two of the
strangers went for each other. As he watched them, he froze.
When their fists started flying, his face made several
grimaces. There was the sickly sound of a fist crunching
against skin and bone.
One guy was taller than the other, although they both looked
lean and strong; the shorter guy looked as though he was
getting the upper hand. Then ‘Lofty’ ‘nutted’ him sending
Shorty’crashing to the floor he quickly jumped up, fearing a
boot in the head.
He disliked what had just happened so he pulled out a blade
and lashed at Lofty, cutting a gaping wound in his arm. Now
it was Lofty’s turn to pull out a knife, it was bigger. Moving
quickly he stuck it into Shorty’s shoulder with a downward
lunge. At the same time Shorty’s knife went in towards Lofty
who had only half parried it. It entered the soft flesh of
They pulled their knives out of each other’s wounds and tried
again. They glared menacingly into each other’s eyes. Each
was desperate to kill the other. Judging from the blood that
had already been spilt, the fight had all of the makings of
having an out-and-out lethal ending.
They were both battered and wounded. It looked as though they
should have already been dead, but they were a long way from
that, they were both determined to fight to the death. It was
a sure thing that one of them was going to die.
They carried on fighting like wild animals, each wanting to
show the other who was the best. They both knew that only one
of them would live through this experience.
Suddenly half a dozen policemen came charging into the bar in
an attempt to stop the early morning fracas. The two men who
were fighting for their own survival saw that their situation
had changed. Instinctively they both turned and ran for the
Although they were hardmen, neither fancied taking on that
many men. They dashed through the back entrance as fast as
they could go, with Shorty taking the lead. Lofty’s wounded
hip was slowing him down but he was determined to get away.
The policeman in the front managed to grab hold of Lofty by
his arm. Lofty’s knife was in the other hand. In his desperate
attempt to get away, he slashed at the policeman’s throat,
cutting it open with deadly precision.
The next two policemen in line stopped and assisted their
wounded colleague, while the other three continued to run
after the trouble makers. They only half-heartedly chased
after the now wanted criminals.
Lofty ran on in the direction of the waterfront. He watched
Shorty pull a guy out of a large motor boat equipped with a
big outboard engine at the stern. The chap who owned the boat
started to argue with Shorty. It was a bad mistake. Shorty
stuck his knife into the owner’s stomach and shoved him into
The police had also seen the incident. They pulled their guns
out ready to shoot. They were running and trying to get within
a good shooting range of the villains. When it looked like
they might get away, the police stopped and opened fire
The shots came in a huge volley hitting everything except the
main targets. Lofty ran to the edge of the quay and fell into
the bottom of the boat before it left the wharf. ‘What kept
you?’ asked Shorty, smiling through a face full of sweat and
dried blood. ‘Just get the hell out of here,’ shouted ‘Lofty’
who was getting a little concerned about the accuracy of the
bullets that were ricocheting off the side of the boat. They
were coming too damn close for comfort.
It was a very good fast boat with the powerful engine giving
it plenty of speed. They both knew that they would get away.
In the distance they could see the police scrambling into
their launch but it was futile it would be no match for the
one they were in.
They headed out to sea heading away from the port, then they
continued along the coast until it started to get dark. They
were looking for somewhere safe to hole up for the night.
They stopped at an old rickety jetty that was no longer in use.
It had belonged to a barangy (Filipino Village) and had once
been a place of importance, but now it was deserted.
They tied up the boat and had a quick look around to get the
lie of the land. They found an inlet close to the old barangy.
It was all overgrown but it was an ideal place to hide the
boat for a couple of days.
The two men hadn’t spoken much but now each found himself
forced to respect the other, fore they had unintentionally
become a team. It was only because they had acted closely
that they had managed to make their getaway from Manghana.
They had both killed without giving it a second thought or
entertaining any emotions or feelings for their victims. They
both realised that they were very similar in character they
had without unknowingness made a bond.
The bond was that of equality of honour, such is found among
thieves and murderers. They would now be prepared to fight for
each other to the death if the need ever arose.
They went over to the derelict basher (hut). There were holes
in the roof. That didn’t matter to them; it wasn’t the
monsoon season. The most important thing was to get the boat
put out of sight. Shorty drove the boat slowly into the inlet
while Lofty pushed the overgrown jungle apart, using a long
stick that he had made from a branch.
When the boat was far enough into the inlet so it would not to
be seen, he let the branches drape back into place, covering
their craft. When it was perfectly camouflaged from sight,
they both breathed a sigh of relief.
They went back into the basher taking care not to make their
presence too obvious to anybody that might be in the vicinity.
After looking around they used some sticks and branches that
had fallen to the ground in the course of nature to build a
frame inside the existing building.
It would have been easier to repair the derelict building,
but then this would be too noticeable. The two men quietly
cut down some big rattan leaves and placed them over their
framework structure so that they did at least have some
protection if it should rain.
When they heard the police motor launch approaching that was
slowly nearing their temporary base. They watched the
spotlight flicker over their position. They lay there
motionless, watching and listening as it passed by.
Since the spotlight was not very bright, they realised that
they had a good chance of not being discovered. They watched
until they heard the motor launch gradually fade into the far
Then they stayed in their positions for a little longer, in
case the police launch should turn round and come back. Only
when they were sure that the launch had definitely gone, did
they dare move away.
They found a flashlight on the boat it wasn’t very bright but
they could see their way around. They continued their search
until they found a cupboard with some food in it. There was
only a little food and a half empty bottle. The food they
shared out the half bottle of brandy they hung on to.
They were both aware that they dare not talk openly. They
couldn’t cook, smoke or make any noise or show a light outside
of the cabin, for fear of giving away their location.
They put the food and drink aside until the next morning, they
couldn’t do anything except go to sleep and wait and see what
fortunes would lay ahead the next day.
The next morning after they had eaten and passed the bottle of
brandy round a few times the taller chap said quietly. ‘My
name is Juan Domal.’ He looked at the shorter guy more closely.
It was then that he noticed that the scar on the side of the
latter’s face extended down the side of his neck. It made him
look even more vicious than he had first realised. Juan had
definitely underestimated his opponent when he took him on in
Then he didn’t like the man, but now he was grateful to Shorty
because he had helped him to escape the law. ‘Fidel Jaena.’
Shorty spoke loud enough to be heard only by Juan.
The dawn chorus had woken them both up at the same time not-
that they had slept very well. Their wounds keeping them
awake and then there was hassle with the mosquito’s attacking
them all through the night.
Fidel spoke: ‘We had better clean up and have a closer look at
our surroundings.’ He was making himself the leader. Juan felt
that he should be in charge because he was bigger and stronger.
Juan was tall, slim and dark and very good looking-well that
was his opinion. Fidel had taken control so Juan would have to
accept this for the time being. They went to the inlet where
the boat was rocking gently on the water running in.
They washed the dried blood off of their faces and bodies.
The bruises were shining and the blood around the wounds had
dried hard. Where the blood had congealed in the scabs they
could only wash over it.
Now was the right time of day to have a drink. Only in the
mornings and in the evenings was it essential to take on a
lot of liquid. It was wiser not to drink at all during the
daytime as it made you thirsty and tired.
Laziness and lack of self-control caused weakness. This was
something that Fidel and Juan could not afford to accept if
they were going to stay alive? Whilst operating beyond the
law then they had to be sharper than the lawmen that were
They had washed in silence one washed while the other listened
for any tell tale noises that could mean a predator. Then
they would reverse their rolls until they had both finished
their daily routine.
It appeared that they had found a safe haven where they could
stay for a few days. They had plenty of water now; all they
needed was some fruit to eat. They scanned the jungle looking
for old or new tracks. When they came across any tracks, they
walked along the side of them without ever setting foot on
One track led them to the outskirts of a barangy. The village
was occupied but it was too big for two people to take on.
They stayed in the jungle, looking into the barangy for some
time before moving on.
The only weapons that they possessed were their knives. They
made their way back to their place of residence via another
route finding some mangos to take back with them on the way.
By the time a week of recuperation had gone by, allowing their
wounds some time to heal, they had explored most of the
terrain in their area without being detected. There was only
one section left to search, and they were going to undertake
Juan and Fidel set off early to see what was in this area,
while they were passing through the jungle they heard some
noises. Sensing some excitement they listened more attentively,
it sounded as if there were females talking to each other.
If this was the case then there had to be a man there
somewhere. He had to be there to protect his wives. This was
quite normal. A man would be guarding his wives while they
worked the land.
Realising that they had gone as far as they dared go without
being noticed, Fidel pointed with his finger and they
backtracked until they were out of hearing range. Then he said:
‘These people are obviously thinking of setting up residence
here, so they won’t be going anywhere. If we move out this
afternoon, we can go back and help ourselves to those women.’
'Well, let’s go back and put some supplies on the boat-all we
need is some fresh water and some fruit.’ suggested Juan.
The two men made their way back to the boat. They put their
supplies on board. Then they managed to turn the boat around
and get it facing out towards the sea. Then they went back
along the trail that they had made, to where they had heard
When they arrived back at the same spot they sat down and
listened once more. After a short while they heard the voices
again. They rose to their feet both realising that they could
only move while speech was taking place. Using the sound of
voices to cover their own sounds, they managed to get very
They eventually got to the perimeter of the plot of land. They
waited hiding behind the big trees, keeping quiet and
listening. They dare not take a peak to see what was going on,
because that could give the game away; they might be spotted.
They knew that the moment they stuck their eyes around the
side of the tree, the man would more than likely spot them.
He was their only problem; he would fight determinedly to the
The closer that they could get to him; the more successful
they were likely to be. It sounded like there were four or
five women. Far more than enough for their needs! But first
they would have to kill the man.
They stayed at the back of the big trees, looking at the women,
none of them were very pretty-but then who cared? Who was
going to see what happened anyway? No-one-they were sure of
that. By carefully studying at the position of the females,
they could make a rough guess as to the whereabouts of the
male. Although they couldn’t actually see him, they estimated
that he had to be on the other side of the clearing.
They knew that it was too risky, to try skirting the clearing
without being detected. It only left them one choice and that
was to go straight for the man to kill him. Only when he was
dead could they go after the women. There was no telling if
their plan would work or if they were thinking alike, because
this was their first mischievous spree.
Fidel took his knife out and pulled it across his throat. It
was the signal to go into action. They both appeared from
behind the tree at the same time with their knives in their
hands. The females panicked and started screaming.
They could only guess what was going to happen as they huddled
and cringed together screaming loudly. They did not know what
to do or even how many men there was or where they were. They
did not know which direction would be the safest to run in.
It was up to their husband to do his best. He was duty bound
to protect them. They watched as he drew his gulluck (jungle
knife) and moved towards the two men who had evil intentions.
He had only used his gulluck for hacking his way through the
jungle. Never did he realise that one day he would have to use
it to try to save his wives or his own life. The two vicious
looking men separated to trap the man in the middle.
He and his women now knew that his fate was almost certainly
decided. When the men closed in they could only watch in
horror as the knives of the two villains stabbed into his body
until he was dead.
The women now realised their only chance of survival was the
jungle. They all ran frantically, going in different
directions and screaming wildly with fear. Fidel caught hold
of one of the females, punching her so hard that she lay on
the ground unconscious.
He grabbed another by her long hair and ripped all of the
clothes off. He lost no time helping himself to her wriggling
body. Juan had run after the other three. The first one he
caught up with was running past a tree as fast as she could.
He gave her a mighty shove, which sent her head crashing into
the trunk, killing her instantly. He ran after another who
was a bit too fast to catch, so he let her get away and went
for the other woman, grabbing her round her slim waist.
He lifted her off of the ground and while she was still
screaming with fear, he hit her hard in the face, until she
stopped. Then ripping her clothes, off he undressed and forced
himself into her whimpering body. After he had finished with
her, he sank his knife deeply into her heart and watched as
her life left her body.
Fidel came over and said: ‘I killed the other two. Where’s the
other one?’ ‘She got away. She went in that direction,’ Juan
answered. ‘Let’s take a look to see how far she has gone,’
They followed the track a little way when they heard a faint
whimpering sound under some ferns. Lifting the ferns they
found the young female the one that had run away. They smiled
at each other pleased with their find. Now there would be no
No one would ever know exactly what happened in that jungle
clearing that late afternoon. The girl had twisted her ankle
in her panic to escape, and had tried to hide from her
assailants. Unfortunately for her, her fate was inevitable.
She had not seen what had happened to her colleagues. So long
as she had heard their screams, she knew that they were still
alive. After the screaming had stopped, she could only guess
what had happened to them. Fidel pulled her up like a rag doll.
They could now see her swollen foot and that she could not
walk. If she could not walk, then she was of no use to them.
Fidel held up her dead husband’s gulluck. All of her worst
fears were then realised; it was making her whole body tremble.
She was sobbing and shaking so much that it started to make
Fidel angry. He brought the gulluck down onto her head,
killing her instantly.
They cleaned their knives on some leaves before putting them
back into their sheaths. Fidel cleaned the jungle knife and
then they made their way back to the boat. They’d had enough
excitement for one afternoon.
Back at the boat they waited until the jungle was in total
darkness before they pushed the craft out and let it drift on
the open sea. After paddling it quite away, Fidel started up
the engine and set a random course to anywhere out on the open
sea towards their next adventure.
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