A WHILE LATER "THE ROCK" EMERGED FROM THE CABIN WITH A BEAUTIFUL RED HEAD
INFRONT. SHE HAD HER ARMS TIED BEHIND HER BACK AND HE WAS PUSHING HER TO
SIT DOWN ON THE DECK BENCH. ONCE SEATED, HE TOOK OUT A SIGARETTE AND LIT IT,
THEN PUT IT TO HER LIPS TO PUFF ON. SHE TOOK A LONG DEEP DRAW AND HELD IT FOR A SECOND BEFORE EXHALING INTO THE MORNING AIR.

I SMELLED THE AIR- SALT AND SMOG BOTH FILLING MY NOSTRILLS AT THE SAME TIME...
FROM MY VANTAGE POINT I COULD SEE MOST OF THE YAGHTS- THEN THE BREAKTHROUGH I WAS HOPING FOR.
A MAN BUILT LIKE ROCK (AND JUST AS HARD) CAME WALKING DOWN THE JETTY TOWARD ONE OF THE YOUGHTS. AS HE NEARED ON NAMED THE "FLIPPER" HE LOOKED AROUND NERVOUSLY AS IF TO MAKE SURE NO- ONE WAS LOOKING.
HE GOT ON BOARD AND DISSAPEARED FROM SIGHT AS HE ENTERED THE CABIN.

NEEDLESS TO SAY- THAT NIGHT I COULDN'T SLEEP.
I WAS TOSSING AND TURNING, I JUST COULDN'T MAKE UP MY MIND WHETER
TO GO TO THE COPS WITH THIS, OR TO FOLLOW THE LEAD MYSELF
AND SAVE THE DAY.
I GOT OUT OF BED AND POURED MYSELF A LARGE SCOTCH, TOPPING IT
OFF WITH CRUSHED ICE FOM THE FRIDGE. SAT DOWN IN MY ARM CHAIR
WHILST LOOKING AT THE BAY VIEWS BELOW THROUGH THE WINDOW.
I READ THE NOTE AGAIN...
AT THAT MOMENT I GUESS I DECIDED TO FOLLOW THE LEAD MYSELF.
I DECIDED TO GO DOWN TO THE YAGHT BASIN FIRST THING IN THE MORNING
AND CHECK OUT THE SCENE.

to my good friend Kenson Chen... welcome to my blog. hope you enjoy the stories.

ಹಲೋ ಟು ಮೈ ಗುಡ್ ಫ್ರೆಂಡ್ ಕೆನ್ಸೋನ್ ಚೆನ್ ಆಲ್ ದಿ ವಿ ಫ್ರೊಂ ಚೀನಾ.

I HELD THE PAPER TO MY NOSE AND BREATHED IN THE ROSE SCENT THAT THE AUTHOR HAD SPRAYED ON IT, THEN I STARTED TO READ AGAIN FROM THE BEGINNING:
"TO THE ONE WHO FOUND ME-
I BELIEVE OUR PATHS WERE DESTINED TO CROSS. JUST AS I INTENDED YOU TO FIND THIS MESSAGE, YOU ARE INTENDED TO READ IT. MY NAME IS PAMELA AND I AM A TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD WOMAN BEING HELD CAPTIVE BY A DERANGED MAN WHO IS BESOTTED WITH ME. I AM HELD AGAINST MY WILL IN A ROOM ON A YAGHT SOMEWHERE IN THE DURBAN YAGHT BASIN. PLEASE HELP ME. THE YAGHT IS BLUE IN COLOR AND IS FARELY LARGE. THATS ALL I CAN REMEMBER."

I LET THE CONTENTS OF THE NOTE SINK IN FOR A MINUTE. WAS IT CO-INCIDENCE THAT I HAPPENED TO FIND THIS NOTE OR WAS IT FATE? YOU SEE- I'M A PRIVATE "DIC" AND I SPECIALISE IN FINDING LOST PEOPLE...
TUNE IN TOMOROW FOR THE CONTINUATION:

A STORY FOR YOU:
BY COBUS ESTERHUIZEN

DAY ONE:

IT WAS A QUIET, WARM SUMMERS DAY IN DURBAN- SOUTH- AFRICA. THE WAVES WERE ROLLING IN GENTLY FROM WHO KNOWS WHERE IN THE WORLD. I SAT THERE ON MY TOWEL JUST STARING OUT AT THE SEA WHEN MY EYE CAUGHT A SPARLE WASHING UP ON SHORE. I GOT UP AND WALKED OVER TO IT- IT WAS A GLASS BOTTLE AND AS I BENT TO PICK IT UP, I NOTICED THAT IT HAD A ROLLED UP PEACE OF PAPER IN IT. ANXIOUSLY I TUGGED AT THE CORK THAT SEALED THE BOTTLE AND WITH A "POP" IT GAVE.
A SWEET SMELL EMITTED FROM THE BOTTLE. I TURNED IT UPSIDE DOWN AND THE PAPER SLIPPED OUT. HASTILY I UNROLLED IT AND STARTED TO READ THE MESSAGE IT CONTAINED.
(WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED? TUNE IN TOMOROW)