[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - CliffsNotes Edition

Its a beautiful day you think to yourself as the boat skips across the minor swells a dozen miles off the east coast out on the Atlantic. All things considered, this is really calm. It is the Atlantic after all. Normally you would n't even bother diving today except that today you are on a mission. 
 
 Last night was very stormy and you were having trouble falling asleep. For some background noise you turn your radio on to some of the shipping channels. As you lay on the bed you dreamily listen to the sounds of the wind trying in vain to lift the roof. Its an audacious tropical storm with fanciful aspirations to become something more. 
 
 “ Mayday! Mayday! This is the cargo ship Maersk. The stern bilge pump is seized and we are taking on water. Requesting assistance immediately. ” 
 
 Well then! You decide that sleep can wait and you put some coffee on. This is going to be a dramatic evening. As the night trudges on you listen as the events unfold. You hear the crew of the vessel report that one of the chambers in the vessel has flooded and causing the ship to list hard to the port side. 
 
 After a few hours of listening to the drama a thought occurs to you. Suddenly with great vigor you run out of the house wearing nothing but boxers and a pair of boots. Its 2 miles to the dock and you run as fast as you can. At this point its three in the morning and you feel confident that your dignity will remain intact. Its a battle to make headway through the wind and rain. 
 
 As you round a corner SMACK! A large palm frond strikes you with immense force. The impact is immense and instead of merely getting knocked down you fly backwards a dozen feet with the added energy of the gusting wind. Of course when you retell the story at the bar you claim you flew a dozen yards but that's just how these things are. 
 
 As you arrive at the dock you look for the largest vessel. You find what you are looking for and make your way to a 60' boat with radar equipment on the mast. When you are closer something makes you stop in your tracks. The water in the harbor is surging with terrible swells and the ship is heaving in the dock. 
 
 This will be dangerous. You make sure your footing is secure and make note of the timing. One. Two. THREE! You run and leap towards the deck. Its not graceful. You fall onto the deck and slide across the rough surface similar to truck bed liner. It may as well have been sandpaper and it takes off a fair bit of skin and you get partially pantsed. It does n't matter and you have a laugh. 
 
 You make your way to the cockpit hoping that your plans will be unhindered. You look in vain for the power controls and moments before admitting defeat you find them. You hit the switch and hear massive relays clicking closed and the equipment comes to life. 
 
 Your efforts are rewarded and you find the radar and radio equipment. After you tune the radio so as to hear the Maersk you look for the radar display. Several minutes pass and you spot it right next to the radio. Oh, this is a bit foolish. 
 
 It does n't take long for you to spot the ship. It is a very large vessel about 35 miles off the coast in about 200' of water. This is going well. A few hours pass and during this time the Maersk is starting to tilt severely. The crew is battling the sea and states that they are going to release some of the cargo containers. This is exactly what you were hoping for. Ethics are n't exactly your strong suit as if breaking and entering were not already an indication of that.
