Chapter 17 - The Ocean Ambush
We stole a high-speed, military-grade tactical interceptor boat from a corrupt local smuggler Ethan once terrifyingly intimidated in his past life.
The incredibly powerful dual engines roared violently as we tore across the pitch-black, freezing ocean at breakneck speeds.
The massive, towering waves crashed brutally against the fiberglass hull, soaking us completely to the bone in the freezing, salty water.
In the dark distance, the massive luxury superyacht loomed threateningly like a terrifying, heavily illuminated floating fortress.
As we aggressively approached the massive vessel, blinding white searchlights suddenly snapped on, sweeping erratically across the dark, violent water.
They had highly sophisticated radar, and they knew exactly that we were coming.
The incredibly loud, deafening sound of heavy machine-gun fire instantly erupted from the upper decks of the yacht.
Massive geysers of white water exploded violently all around our small boat as armor-piercing bullets tore aggressively through the dark ocean surface.
Ethan aggressively spun the heavy steering wheel, desperately dodging the lethal hail of incoming enemy fire.
I grabbed the heavy, mounted grenade launcher from the front deck of our speeding boat and took careful, calculated aim despite the violent rocking of the waves.
I pulled the heavy trigger without a single ounce of hesitation.
A massive, fiery explosion ripped completely through the yacht's lower defensive gun turret, sending heavily armed mercenaries screaming and flying into the freezing, dark water below.
The sudden, chaotic explosion gave Ethan just enough precious time to aggressively slam our boat directly against the massive steel hull of the luxury yacht.
We threw heavy magnetic grappling hooks over the high steel railing and scaled the side of the massive ship with desperate, adrenaline-fueled speed.
The second my boots hit the polished teak deck, three heavily armed guards rushed wildly around the corner.
Ethan didn't even blink.
He raised his heavy assault rifle and fired three incredibly precise, deadly shots, dropping them instantly to the deck.
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The ship's loud, blaring emergency alarms wailed violently into the night sky.
We were completely trapped on a floating war zone, heavily outnumbered by elite killers, but I was absolutely not leaving this ship without my daughter.
