Cargo Ship Encounters Pirates – But What the Ship's Cook Does Next Stuns Them All!

Dahir raised a hand, stopping the man holding the heavy wrench right in his tracks. "Money," Dahir said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "The captain doesn't trust the office safe," Manny said, the lie flowing smoothly now. "He keeps the crew's cash and gold in a steel box inside the cold store. Behind the cabbages."

Bashir let out a short laugh. Dahir didn't, but the tight tension around his mouth slackened. The detail was absurd enough that it sounded undeniably true. "Show me." They climbed back up to the main galley deck. Adjoining the kitchen was the vegetable chiller maintained at plus two degrees Celsius. Its inside emergency handle had been broken for over a month.

Manny pulled down on the long chrome lever, and a heavy cloud of chilled air spilled out around their bare ankles. Dahir gestured inside with his knife. "You go in first." Manny stepped over the threshold. He walked to the rear corner, kneeling behind three burlap sacks of yellow onions where his personal gray box of dried mangoes sat.