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

Manny ran straight to the wall phone and dialed the safe room. "Joel! Tell the captain! They're locked in my chiller. All four of them!" Within two minutes, the pounding footsteps of twenty relieved crew members came thundering up the stairwell.

Forty minutes later, a trembling voice called out through the narrow tray hatch. Manny negotiated the terms: blades out first. Four long knives were slid out through the narrow gap one by one, and four heavy wool blankets were passed back inside. At 1:50 PM, a military helicopter hovered low over the container stacks, and a navy boarding team fast-roped onto the main deck.

When the lieutenant unlatched the chiller door, Dahir, Bashir, and the other two shuffled out wrapped tight in gray blankets, shivering uncontrollably, without a single scratch on them. The lieutenant looked at Manny, then turned to inspect the empty adobo pot on the stove. "What did you do to them?" "I fed them," Manny said simply. "Then I put them in the fridge."