The Power of Silence
The bridge was a scene of hysteria. The second mate was frantically trying to contact the Coast Guard, while Captain Anderson, a veteran of storms but not bullets, turned pale. “They’re throwing grappling hooks,” the Captain whispered. “We’re a civilian ship. We have no weapons!”
Nathan stepped up to the control console. His calm was infectious. “Captain, look at me. If you let them take the bridge, we’re all dead. These men aren’t here for a polite ransom; they’re desperate, and they won’t leave witnesses. We need to change the rules of the game.” “What do you suggest?” Anderson asked. “Kill the engines. Right now.”
The Captain froze. “We’ll be sitting ducks!” “No,” Nathan countered. “We’ll be a labyrinth. In the dark and the silence, the advantage goes to the man who knows the ship. I’m going to make them afraid of every shadow.”