A small place- Ch6 pt6 UPDATE

A Small Place in the Sun

Chapter 6 Part 6
Between the Devil and the deep blue Sea


Sandra sat silently taking in what George had just said. Her sharp mind quickly weighed all of her options. "You would give me back my Fifty thousand?"

George nodded his head slowly. "I had no intention of keeping the money."

"Look George, you asked me what was important to me, I could have lied and told you what you wanted to hear but instead, I was honest with you." She paused and looked down at her knees again. "We both know I can never go back to working for any cartel now! By now Waldhern has a price on my head and I'm sure the rumors will go through the other cartels about the loss of this shipment and no one in the industry will trust me. Every harbor town between here and Los Angeles will have people on the lookout for me. Even the border and the airports will be watched." She buried her head in her knees and started shuddering. "I wont stand a chance."

"Weel, ya should o' thought o' all this before...." George started to say, flustered by her distress.

Sandra looked up sharply into George's eyes. “Look, why don’t you just kill me yourself! Take me to the swim platform and restore me there, I would like to be my own size at least for my final moments. I am sure you have a gun or two aboard for protection, you at least have my RPK. Tie an anchor and some chain to me to weigh me down and then put a bullet through the back of my head and over the side I go.”

“Damn you! Can ye no think before ya open your mouth? Or do ye jist love tryin tae anger me? Ya won this time, are ya happy now?” George asked as he started to pace the floor of the Pilot house. “Look, ya ken that...”

“Could you please speak a little slower, and in English?” Sandra asked, two small tears running down her cheeks.

George stopped pacing and looked down at her. Suddenly he brought his hand toward her and she recoiled, slamming her back and head into the console she was sitting against as if she could break through it. "Dont touch me! NO! DONT!" She cried as he scooped her up in his hand and turned toward the stairs. She found herself clenched in his fist, his fingers wrapped tightly around her body, so tightly she couldn't even squirm. When they reached the bottom he turned and went through the door into the master stateroom and tossed her onto the bed.

"Just ye stay put in here. I am done wi' fightin wi' you!  I ha'e enough tae think aboot wi'oot bein upset by you!" George said and he turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He went back to the bridge and sat down in front of the console again, His gaze drawn to the sea outside the windows. "There is just no getting through tae that woman!" He said out loud to himself. "What the hell do I do wi' her now?" He shook his head at himself. "Damn me for letting her get the better of me like that. I could have brushed off her remarks if I wasn't so bloody tired. I've been overdoing it the last few days." He looked down at the console and tried to get back in the routine of checking the radar and monitoring the engines. "Bloody hell! The wee witch has intelligence! If she would jist use it before reacting! But she is so hardheaded." He finally said slamming his fist on the chair arm. * Like someone else we both know * His conscience replied.

Sandra stared up at the ceiling from where she landed on the bed. The argument had almost gone too far, her acting had saved the day again. She had found that men were always easy to manipulate if you just played at being scared and defenseless. The thought hit her though, she really was defenseless and HE had made her this way.

Her thoughts turned to George's reaction in this latest contest between them. "That Bastard!!!" She said as she sat up quickly. "For all his high talk! I am NOT some toy or rag DOLL to be tossed onto a damn bed when he no longer feels like playing!" She stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. "I'll get you for this. Payback is a bitch Geordie!" She said as she started to climb down the side of the bedspread. She suddenly realized she was right where she wanted to be. "Now to get to work!" She said to herself as she stood on the floor and started to work at getting the elastic edging from the bedspread she had been working on for the last two days. The hardest part was in cutting the material to the length she wanted, but finally through using her teeth and an end of the paperclip she was able to tear the fabric. She tied one end of the makeshift rope to the paperclip and adjusted the clip into a reasonable hook. She quickly climbed back onto the bed and then hopped onto the nightstand between the bed and the cabin door. All the doors on the ship used the old style handles instead of knobs and while this door had a lock on it, she had never heard anyone use it. Most probably because they felt she was too small to get at the handle she thought, smiling to herself.

It took a few tries before she finally caught the hook near the end of the handle. Carefully, she crouched as low as she could to get a better angle on pulling the handle down, slowly she managed to bring it down and then carefully she brought herself back to the bed where she started to pull the door slowly open. She then carefully let the latch go back up and after jerking the makeshift elastic "rope" in a whip like fashion she was able to retrieve the hook. She coiled it all and put it around her shoulder and then to ensure the door stayed open, she grabbed the electric cord of the clock from beside the nightstand and placed it as a wedge under the door to keep it from swinging with the motion of the ship. She blessed her luck that the sea was calm tonight, even the swells were light.

Sandra quickly, but quietly went out onto the landing where she first looked down the stairs that led to the two guest cabins. She then looked into the kitchen area which was just to her left. And then she looked carefully up the staircase that led to the pilot house. Only one light was on in the galley area and everything was quiet, so she timidly moved toward the salon. * Everyone must have gone to bed to be ready for their big day tomorrow. * She thought. * Now I just have to hope one of them left a laptop lying around out here. If not then I will have to see what damage I can do. This "wee rat" has sharp claws and teeth! If I cause enough damage, they will be forced to head for a harbor, and Waldhern's men will be waiting for them.*
She walked into the dimly salon looking up at the dining table which was so high to her that she could not see what was on it from where she stood. As she turned to go toward the lounge and coffee table her heart skipped a beat. There, on the low coffee table she could see Kim's laptop, of course she assumed it was Kim's since it was pink in color and Kim was the only person to use it when she was normal in size. The ends of the coffee table overhung it's base and so Sandra threw the hook over the table and then ran underneath and taking the hook she guided the "rope" through it and then pulling it tight she started to pull herself up onto the table top. * You should have let me believe I was helpless George. * She thought to herself as she eyed the laptop. Thinking of him just inflamed her anger all the more as she found the latch to open the laptop.

She looked at the case for a moment. It's stark Pink color with an Anime catgirl posing in front of a building that looked like a large birthday cake. Opening the laptop was not an easy task, she first hit the latch while trying to lift the screen with one hand, then with both hands on the screen she sidestepped around to one side of the computer lifting the screen up higher and higher as she moved to ward the hinged side of the laptop. She ended up standing on the edge of the keyboard as she got the screen fully opened. Turning the computer on she soon cursed when the windows 7 logo came up along with it's little jingle sound. She watched the staircase to the pilothouse fearfully expecting the worst for a few moments, and then looked at the screen. She sighed heavily in relief, the computer was not password protected.
It went through it's startup of routines and programs and she was glad to see it automatically connected to it's satellite internet provider. Using her hand on the touch-pad she moved the cursor to open up Kim's e-mail. She began to type, she knew Archer's personal e-mail by heart, since they often corresponded about jobs through the net rather then over the phone, and usually in code, but there was no time to use code for this message, and using the keyboard was a little more involved at her current size, * Why do I feel like I am playing a game of Twister here? * She thought. * Left hand A, Right hand R. * She typed....

Archer this is SANDRA DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS E MAIL

I am being held captive on a large trawler yacht, name...unknown grey hull and white topsides/superstructure.

5 persons aboard, 3 male, 2 female consider them ARMED AND DANGEROUS but not affiliated with any cartel. Vigilantes!

Our position is

She paused here and thought, cursing herself for not looking at the radar during her last watch with George. She had to think back to her last watch, up until the argument she had always looked at the radar plot and put the current coordinates to memory just in the hope she would get the chance to do what she was doing now. After some thought she finally remembered the last position she had seen. She backspaced and retyped.

Ship's position 10 hours ago approximately 23.12'16.51 N 113.13'41.98 W  Speed 10 knots cruising South by Southeast

She wanted to warn him about just what these people had done to her, but knew he would not believe it, so she kept her warning simple. She knew Archer would take the necessary precautions, but she ended the e-mail by repeating her warning to be careful. She just hoped he would come up with a plan that would work.

Use caution, cannot explain further  you will understand when you see me.

She moved the cursor and stared at the send command, for a moment she hesitated, that old feeling of guilt rising up within her heart. But looking up toward the staircase and thinking of "HIM" brought her anger back to full boil. "Throw me on the bed like a plush toy!" She said to herself as she clicked on the "send" button. After it went through she went to the "Sent items" folder and deleted her message and then turned off the computer. She looked toward the stairs again and then started the job of closing the laptop.

She found that closing the laptop was a lot harder then opening it up as pulling on screen wasn't working, she decided to try and push on it from the other side and then try to arrest it's fall but the screen suddenly came loose and was just too fast for her. There was a loud bang as the laptop screen met with the keyboard. In a panic she was soon off of the table and with her hook she ran back to the cabin. Just as she reached the threshold she first heard and then felt footsteps coming down the stairs from the pilothouse above.