It was two in the afternoon, I was sitting still, calm on the warm beach floor. The hot sand rubbed smoothly against my legs as I lay down. The silky water soothed past me and I got engulfed by warm happiness. I was in Bali and today was my sixth day on my hopeful holiday. You see I am not use to the word ‘holiday’ because this is my first on. I am a part of the Navy SEALS. I’m only on this holiday because when I was raiding an illegal ship, and iron bar fell dead on my hand. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
It was 6:00 on a Wednesday and we just got the go by the HQ to start the raid. I ran in first because I was the lead. The hard rainfall slammed against the roof as I stabbed them man by man, right through the temple is the best place to stab them because if you get a good knife it just penetrate and there brain slowly oozes out of its protector . I get to just let them flop on the floor as blood flows out of his body. If he hasn’t died from the damage, about three seconds later he is dead from blood loss. Every day I must clean the blood of my boots because it floods in there, anyway everyone was flopping but everyone was unharmed. A about 40-year-old man ran out with a full on 4-20 machine gun. He didn’t care if it was his men or ours, he just shot anyone he saw just for the fun of it. However, the death of the men was not faster than the throbbing pain of seeing your friends that you have been kind to your whole life fall, dead. This made me madder than I have ever been before and my rage mode fully turned on, I was fuming. I immediately picked my 2-70 pistol out of its holder and shot him right through his forehead. However, as his now devil like head fell onto the mars like floor he didn’t let go of the trigger, he shot the ceiling multiple times before I moved his hand out of the way, as I did that one of the supporting bars fell on my hand and at the same moment the perps machine gun tumbled on my head knocking me out.
I woke up in military hospital with bandages on my hand and head, the doctor said my head was fine, but I had broken my hand in eleven different places, it hurt like hell. And well now I’m here, I guess. Well now back to the story, on this day in Bali I was going out on a boat trip to go do whale watching, I have always liked whales, they are glamorous and stunning and not to say gargantuan beasts. I went whale watching nearly every day before I joined the SEALS, but even in the seals I saw whales. As soon as I saw the boat I had to admit it was the most pathetic boat I have ever seen, it could only hold a little over one hundred people, I mean my house alone can hold double that and it only cost like ten million pounds, so as a walked up the pathetic stairs the creaking was like a baby crying in your ear, like right in your ear canal. Nevertheless, I promised myself that I would enjoy this trip, so I tried my best to drone it out by having a chat with the driver, he had only sailed for three years! What an amateur, well at least we had left the port now and started on our pathetic, no magnificent cruise.
As we saw our first whale I was so ecstatic it was a ten meter whale shark, that’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen, and I’ve swam with them, anyway as we got to about thirteen sharks we saw another yacht however this one was staying still and not moving I was a bit confused why so I asked the captain if we could go take a look, he said no this is my boat not yours so go the hell away, this made me a bit angry so I grabbed his skinny neck and whacked it against the banister and as soon as he was knocked out I twisted his neck in different ways to just finish him off. Then I threw him off the boat with all my force, he didn’t come up to the surface. Well now he was done with I took the wheel and felt a lot safer with a twenty-year sailor with control of the now bloody boat. Luckily nobody heard me kill him, so I just carried on as if nothing had happened.
When we got the look like abandoned boat, I could see blood all in the water around the boat, as we got closer, I was horrified I saw whale blubber swimming in the ocean, this was the most horrific thing ever. More than 4 dead whale dead were swimming in the red ocean now. I was the angriest I’ve been yet. Whales were my favourite animal because of how they just swim innocently in the water. They should be free and not killed in this horrible way, they deserve life. I saw a man inside the boat, he looked innocent, but I could see under his skin. Underneath he was a disgusting beast, I have killed hundreds, no millions of these horrible things, they don’t even get to be called people they are so ghastly.
I jumped on the boat and saw the captain that I killed earlier, I nearly got found out as I was laughing so hard as his black body floated like a piece of coal, if coal could float which it can’t, you know what I give up trying to think of a simile. The man I was thinking of sat, looking at his sleeping children. Oh damn, he has children, well I guess the more dead bodies the more fun it is for me. Especially children, they are so easy to kill, you just carry their sleeping bodies out of the room and smash it against a wall, oh I just realised, I could also drown them. Yeah that would be that would be hat would be that would be so fun just seeing their cripple bodies screaming under the water, anyway, must get on with it. Oh, he is moving his boat. Yes, he is going back to the port much easier to kill then.
As soon as we returned to the now cold and gloomy beach a different quite moderately tall man, who looked like he was doing a survey on turtles as he had a clipboard and pencil in his hand, saw Trevor (I don’t actually know what his name is but I think Trevor sounds quite evil) carry same whale blubber to his ford focus. I have to admit I had another laughing fit as he couldn’t open the boot, it is so hard these days, and put the blubber in a big black greasy bucket. My jaw clenched so hard I nearly dislocated it. In the bucket was squid and shark. Now I know I was angry before but now I was livid. The other man I talked about with the clipboard clearly felt the same way as me and went to go confront him.
The next minute I looked Trevor had stabbed clipboard man with the same tarpon that he had gouged the whale with, I couldn’t wait back any longer I rushed in and grabbed the closest thing I could find. A pencil. I grabbed in my sweaty, sticky hand and gorily stuck it in his evil eye. He was screaming out with all kind of sounds and the more he screamed the more I enjoyed even a broken hand couldn’t keep me from taking my revenge very, very slowly. Immediately I had been, again, knocked out by the police. I mean all I did was dig a pencil the whole way into his brain so he would die from brain damage. Ok saying out loud it sounds worse than I thought it was. But inside I was delighted with what I had done. The more poachers gone the better our beautiful planet gets.
