cdmalcolm

“Where there is sea…” I MERCHANT VESSEL SAN MIGUEL, ONE HUNDRED MILES OFF THE COAST OF EAST AFRICA…     The ship lay still in the middle of the night-time ocean. On deck, a door burst open. Two men armed with AK-47s dragged out a lifeless body. They hauled him across the floor, and pushed him through an opening in the guard rail.     They stood donned with makeshift items. The smallest of the pair, in a black bulletproof vest and bandana, gagged. <You shouldn’t have done that!> he spoke in his mother tongue.     His partner, in a blood-stained plain vest, just stood calm. <Why’s that?> he