I take a deep breath as I try and compose myself. What should I do? I've never handled anything like this before. Dad would know, but he can't help me now. Both him and John are being restrained by two bouncer-like men, and it seems as thoughSam and Deanare there as well, no longer dressed in their ship uniform. Sam wears a plaid shirt and denim jacket while Dean wears an oversized leather jacket and a plaid shirt underneath. There's a few other passengers being held, but none of them are in their couples. I wonder why. They can't all be paid off?
I glance down at my gun, the thought process of what to do still running through my mind. I have two shots, maximum. But who should I hit?
Biting my lip slightly, I edge towards the end of the wall, and then walk slowly towards the group, sticking to the shadows in case one of the bouncers see me. It's night time. The moon is high in the sky and the stars are shining against their inky background. My only light - their only light as well - is supplied by the dim orange lights hanging from the side of the wall in a line. If I could find a way of cutting the power ... no, that would never work. In my experience, wild scrambles in the dark never work.
As I get closer, I can hear Cambola is saying something as he wipes his face with a handkerchief, the blood from his lips soaking into the silk. A torn body lies at his feet. Poor man. I stop for a moment, listening to what he's saying, but preparing myself for him reaching for someone else.
"Who wants to go next?" he asks, throwing the handkerchief over the side of the ship and into the water.
"I'll go," dad says, and my breath hitches. "If you tell my why you're doing this." I suddenly have an idea and reach into my own pocket for my phone. When we reach America, the police may not accept our word for what's happened here tonight, so evidence will be essential. Once it's started recording, I slip it into my trouser pocket, the microphone sticking out the top.
"Well I suppose you won't be able to tell anyone," he chuckles. "Very well, if that's your last request." I can see John stiffen from beside dad, but dad seems perfectly calm. Has he seen me? The man holding dad pulls him over to Cambola, and then forces him down to his knees. Dad doesn't seem the slightest bit bothered. He brushes out his suit a bit, but if anything, he looks a little bored. "You're all here tonight because it was your partners treat, wasn't it?" Cambola asks, directing this to the passengers. They nod slightly, looking nervously at each other. "You've all been betrayed. Your partners have sold you to me to do with you as I please. This isn't a honeymoon boat cruise, as some of you may have thought. You're here because your partners wanted rid of you. You're mine for the taking." There's some muttering between some of the passengers, shocked silence on the others.
"You're a liar!" one of them cries. "Gary wouldn't do that to me!" As I watch Cambola, he makes a small gesture to one of the bouncers, and Gary's partner is on the deck. His neck snapped.
Now everyone is shocked into silence.
"I own you. I can do whatever I want with you because you're mine. And you won't be leaving this boat."
"Is that a promise or a threat?" I call out, still shadowed beside the building. He spins around, but I dart out of sight, pressing myself up against the wall. I think I can reach the power switch if I keep moving.
"Who's there?" Cambola calls. "Where are you?" The bouncer men have realised their hold on the passangers, their hands now reaching for guns in their pockets. I'm really hoping this is going to work.
I move quickly forward and the guns start firing. Bullets embedd the wall behind me, but I keep moving. If I can just ...