Missing in Venice

It was a cold winter morning in Athens. The 6:30 am oil boat, the SS Doogard, was just departing from the wooden harbor. Below the deck, the engine worked fiercely to get the boat to its destination, Venice, Italy. Little did the crew know that this adventure was more than just a delivery.

Awkwardly, the captain clambered aboard the boat. With a few staggered steps, he took the helm of the ship, and they were off. Vodka in hand, Captain Jagger shakily steered to saftey, and let his 12 year old boy , Jared, control. Stumbling off to the corridors to take a nap was the irresponsible captain. Although Jared had never commanded a boat, it first appeared that he was a natural. Calmly, set the boat on a straight course to Venice, and briefly dismissed himself. On the way to the bathroom, Jared stumbled upon something important. I shiny bullet. Since his father was captain, Jared knew that no crew mate was aloud to wield weapons. Anxiety filled Jared and adrenaline was pumping through his veins. Someone was aboard the ship.

Flush went the toilet as Jared finished off his business. As he continued to the command centre of the boat, a nervous crew member appeared at the cargo hold.

"Captain" he shouted. "There is a very valuable piece of cargo that's missing down in Venice. Tell the crew that they need to be on high alert for a blue and gold box.

"Aye matey!" replied Jared in his best pirate accent. It kind of sucked, but at least he gave the effort. With that, he announced on the intercom to be alert for the item. As Jared continued into the command centre of the boat, to his disbelieve, a terrorist had a gun pointed to Jared's drunken father.

"Sail this boat to Venice and get me my blue and gold box or the old bag gets it." ordered the grumpy, uptight terrorist. Jared obeyed, without hesitation. The boat soared through the water and arrive at Venice within minutes. When they arrived at Venice, Jared tried his best to park the boat evenly into the docks. However, luck was not on his side. A strong wind blew the boat off course, and shockingly, it veered straight into a small canal. As they made their way down the canal, they left a horrifying trail of destruction following them. Even with her mighty engines in reverse, the ocean liner was pulled further and further into the canal. Just as they reached the end of the terrorizing stream, Jared realized the breaks were faulty. There was 1 way to safety. They had to leap off the crashing ship into the rubble of the decimated city. Speedily, Jared booted the armed terrorist in the groin and grabbed his disoriented father and dragged him off the boat.

They took a hard landing into a dusty pile of rocks and stone. Jared's back was broken and his dad was unconscious. The terrorist arose from a cloud of dust and took a large handgun out of his pocket. Aggresivly, he stuck the gun in Jareds mouth and warned him one more time if he didnt get his box, Jared would be dead. Meraculously, a skronny old man carrying the box arose from a crowd. The terrorist yanked the box out of the mans hand, and happily scurried off into the crowd. As for Jared, he lived, and so did his dad. Only 1 crew member had been killed, and the boat was tugged out of the canal the same day. However, it wasnt all happy endings. The robbers box had contained far from what he had expected. Within 2 days, the police had captured the man via the tracking divice concealed in the box. The SS Doogard was back into the sea shortly after, with its new captain, 12 year old Jared.