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The Story:
The river floated along its course in silence, oblivious to the panic its emptiness was filling her with. The bridge offered her the best vantage point for viewing the deck of any passing vessel. But as far out as she could see, nothing disturbed the water—not even the ship she hoped would appear around the bend.
Pacing back and forth along the bridge barely kept her thoughts of the worst possible scenarios at bay. He was alive. He had to be. She already knew his ship had made it through the storm, but it was a day late.
It was on her 32nd pace, her feet aching from blisters, that she saw a ship’s bow peek around the river bend. She ran to the center of the bridge and waited for the markings. It was his ship.
It rounded the bend and came straight for the bridge, certainly intending to dock on the other side. As it got closer, she saw him on the deck and shouted to him.
“Oren! Oren, up here! Oren!”
He didn’t respond but kept staring straight ahead. As the ship passed directly beneath her, she caught the glint of something silver around his wrist, peeking out from under his coat sleeve. He looked up into her eyes, just before passing under the bridge. In one look from him, she knew the reason for his delay.
She jumped onto her motorcycle and beat the ship down to the pier.
“Pirates!” She shouted, running up to the harbor master.
“Whitney? What are you talking about?”
“The ship… It’s been taken by pirates! They have Captain Oren!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I saw handcuffs on Oren!”
The harbor master sent guards to the edge of the pier and ordered everyone to let the ship pass on by.
“Wait! What about Oren?”
“I’m sorry, Whitney,” the harbor master said, shaking his head.
“You can’t just let him die!”
“We can’t let pirates come here, but… We can’t let them have that ship either. I’m sorry, Whitney.”
“No, please! I’ll save him. Just give me some time.”
He searched the determination in her eyes for a few moments.
“Fine. You have two hours, but after that…”
“I got it.”
She had to find a way onto that ship.
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