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"Why did those boats break off?!"
The tall figure of Pirate Leader Grusko Malik asked the man standing nearest.
"They lost too many men..."
Grusko did not like that answer.
He pulled his Glock from his waistband and plugged the man in the back of the head.
"Give me a Jet ski, I'll board them myself!"
Grusko pocketed his sidearm and slung one of the groups valuable rpg's over his shoulder.
He jumped on a jet ski that was brough to him and roared off.
Catching up to the fleeing vessel was simple, getting them to stop was going to be another matter.
He kept the ski going straight with one hand as he maneuvered the rocket-propelled grenade into a firing position.
He did not know English, so he shouted loudly.
Bullets skipped across the water in front of him.
He was under fire!
How dare they?!
He focused on the boat and squeezed the trigger.
Nothing.
The rocket was a dud.
With a snarl, Grusko lobbed the launcher into the water and drew his Glock.
He swerved closer to the boat, aiming his trusty sidearm at the driver.
The young woman in the back raised something back at him.
Was that a flare gun?
Grusko suddenly was blind and on fire.
He toppled off the jet ski in agony.
A direct hit to the face.
He popped back up and waved for someone to come pick him up.
He wasn't done.
Not by a long shot.