Awakening to the rough shuffling of ocean waves breaking
against the ship’s hull, Derrick looked around the dark space with confusion. Several
men were bound and secured against the walls in front of him. Something or
someone had kidnapped all of the men from the bachelor auction. Stretching his
own arm, he realized he too was fastened with chains and bolted into position. Testing
the bonds on his wrist, Derrick was just about to rip himself free when a deep
voice broke through the gloom.
“Don’t bother. I think they’re made from steel.”
Relaxing back into his seat, Derrick began thinking of another means of escape, one that wouldn’t expose him as a supernatural being to a boat full of strangers. With another glance through the gloom, he came across a familiar face. “Mike?” his head lolled with the cresting of another wave but he remained unconscious.
