The Boat

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Excerpt from The Boat

“I want to see the captain of the ship. You have no right to kidnap me,” I said in the deepest man voice I could muster. But my voice was cracked and I sounded like a puppy yapping.
“Shut up, pussy boy. We be the law right now. Capitan is sleeping and dreaming of pussy boys. Tell us who you be.”
“I was just visiting.”
“Visiting? Taking pictures at three o clock in the morning?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“You DEA slime.”
“No. No I’m not DEA.”
“You wearing a wire?”
“No.”
“Take off your clothes, pussy boy. Let us see.”
“Sir, I can assure you…”
My inquisitor nodded at the petrified remains. I knew what he meant. I trembled and tears blinded me.
“Ah pussy boy scared.” Another sailor had my camera. He pushed buttons trying to see the pictures I had taken. He accidently snapped a picture of himself. The flash startled him and he dropped the camera. The others laughed and slapped themselves. They chortled back and forth to one another in Spanish and French. I smiled and laughed also, in hopes that this humorous moment would relax them and make it easy on me. After a moment, I noticed I was the only one laughing. Their eyes had grown cold again.
“Take off your clothes, pussy boy.”
“Sir I am a United States citizen. I do not have to take my clothes off for anyone.
“You pussy DEA.”
“I am not DEA!”
They suddenly rushed me. My clothes were tugged and snatched off my body. In a moment I stood shivering and naked in front of four young sailors. The oldest looked to be twenty-two. They examined my clothes and wallet. One took the bills and stuffed it in his pocket. They held up my pink Calvin Klein bikinis and laughed.