M5

It was a steaming hot day on the coast of Angola. I was driving my newly bought Lotus when I saw a boat off the coast of Angola. I asked them what they were doing. They said “Bringing salt to Ghana.” I thought this would be a great experience for me and the CIA to hear about. I asked if I could go with them. They said I could if I sold my car. I said yes and went to a village market. I sold it for $50 US dollars (in Angolan $4,746). I went back to the boat and got on. We sailed out of the port in 30 minutes and I was in my way. I heard a yawn from under the deck. The first mate said

“It is a crew mate.”

 I worked until eleven. I went to bed after a good dinner. I woke up around four to a rock of the boat. I went to my captain to see if he was awake. He was not of course I thought he is a sea dog. I peaked outside the cabin and saw bandits.

I ran back inside. One saw me and ran to my position. My killer instincts kicked in and I knocked him out cold. I thought I recognized him. I took off his mask and to my surprise he was the first mate. They had an alliance with the bandits. This has got to be more than about salt. I ran out and killed the nearest bandit. Their Captain told me to stop. He took out a crossbow and shot my captain.

 I ran to catch my captains’ fall.“Don’t let this filth bucket steal my ship, he procured. I ran and slaughtered them. I saw a hole in the floor from where an axe had dropped. I looked through. I saw about a dozen slaves. I knew it! It was a slave trade.

 I took them to Ghana and set them free. I sold the salt for 200 US dollars (in Angolan $18,986). I gave the free people $2,000. I went back home and gave a presentation to the CIA about slave trades.