The Boat Ride

In the San Francisco docks, a large freighter ship was coming in to the harbour. There were many loud foghorns sounding and a lot of voices of dockworkers and sailors.

At the security check-in box by a small freeway, a black car rolled in to a sudden halt.

"Hello, I am the security check in manager. May I see your papers please," the man inside the tiny box asked to the man in the back seat, who was wearing a light-felt, crushable brown hat, who was to an obvious view, Indiana Jones and the guy on the other side was a very well-motivated (or in otherwise, excited) Mac.

"Sure, no problem," Indy said in a clear tone as he reached for his passport papers in his wallet.

"Here you go," he said as he gave the security person his Identification.

"Thank you Mr. Jones, you can proceed onto platform-13. Have a pleasant trip."

The car, after Indy was given his passport back, continued on towards the lower docking areas.

Mac, who was starting to feel the cruel pressures of anxiety, turned to face Indy.

"Jonesy, why are we goin' on a boat anyhow? I mean, wouldn't we get to Cuba alot faster by goin' on a plane?"

"Yes, but first I have to make a quick stop in Los Angeles first. We could've gone by plane, but I was short on time, so I called up an old friend who owns his own dinghy," Indy explained to Mac who sat there looking out the small back window.

"Fair enough, you can tell me about this place we're going to later I suppose."

The car then pulled into a small docking area marked '13'.

Indy and Mac jumped out with there luggage and began to walk down to a rusted up dinghy boat which had large white letters on the side reading 'El Sapepiana'.

Swiftly, Indy remebered the black car, and ran back to give the the driver the fare money plus a tip.

"Thank you, sir. Have a smashing trip," the driver said before driving off back out of the port gateway.

Indy caught up with Mac near a pile of crates, which were cracked open.

"Hello? Vagreddo are you there?" Indy called out to the small vessel.

"Dr. Jones my friend, over here," a man answered from a hidden boarding area concealed behind the dinghy.

Indy walked up to the man who was loosening knots.

"So is she all set?"

"Sure. Just gotta loosen da' knots, man and we'll be on our way, okay?" the Vagreddo said, as Indy got on board with Mac, who was checking out the daft thing.

"No offense, mate, but I reckon' this is a piece of junk to be quite honest," he said expressing his true feelings for their new ride.

"I knew someone was gonna say that someday. Sure she's a bit banged up and scraped, but she's gotten me from one side of this ocean to the next," Vagreddo then jumped into the boat and approached the controls, as Mac thought, 'I'm suprised he's still got two legs, this must be the slowest piece of scap ever.'

"You guys better hang on, this is going to get a bit rough for you, eh Grampa," Vagreddo said smiling. Mac couldn't help but utter a chuckle.

"I thought I told you, don't call me Graaaaahhhhhh," Indy was cut off as the Dinghy revved out at high speed, even Mac grunted a bit as the boat pulled out at sharp, extreme velocity. Vagreddo just laughed manically.

Mac managed to yell out, "This is fun!"

The dinghy slowly stopped and then before anybody could get into a good position, it gradually boosted up until the speedometer read out '87mph'.

Although the boat appeared completely unfit to even be tied up, it continued to zoom on under the Golden gate of San Francisco.

Indy's hat flung off, but he managed to catch it quickly, with a fling of his arm and a clench of his fist.

"I din't' even know a boat this bloody small could go this bloody fast!" Mac yelled to Vagreddo in a complementary tone.

"Yeah, it's all banged up and I keep getting the feeling like I've done this before!" Indy called out, trying incredibly hard to recall any past experiences in boats.

Then in a low voice, he whispered, "ah, Venice."

"Hey man! I told you it'd be too fast for you Gramps... sorry man I mean Indy, hah! hah!" Vagreddo yelled out across the roar of the motor engines.

"EL SAPEPIANA POWER, YEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" he screamed and pummeled his arms with fisted hands into the air stream.

"Alright, you've had your fun, come on slow it down!"

"What was that, I don't think I heard you, amigo!" Vagreddo cheekily shouted out, swiftly moving his right arm down to the throttle.

"I said, yooohhhhhh," Indy was once again cut off as the boat almost tipped over, just by stopping.

Mac, Indy and many items onboard began to get tossed over the side, as Vagreddo himself was thrown forward hard, but that didn't stop him from crying out with laughter.

Indy and Mac eventually got back onto the vessel portside.

"Vagreddo, if you do that again, I swear, I will kill you," Indy told Vagreddo, shivering. Vagreddo had regained his feet and now had a barely noticably curved smirk on his face.

Mac grabbed a towel and wiped all of the seawater off his face whilst saying, "Oh, lighten up Jonesy, I mean come on, that is what yeh used to ain't it?"

After a while, the 3 finally managed to gather up all of the items which had been set adrift at sea and the dinghy proceeded in a Northerly direction to the City of Angels.