It All Went So Wrong
Having sailed the fraught waters of the Arabian Sea and the Gulf of Aden just months before the crew of the U.S.-flagged Quest, the Cap'n reflects on pirates, murder, and good cruising folk.
Wow, $2,000! Why, that’s all the money in the world, isn’t it? They’d buy a whole wheelbarrow of khat and share it with their whole village. That would be fun. And girls! They’d buy some girls, too, pretty ones. And maybe one of those large-screen TVs or a Sony PlayStation.
Holding hostages would gain them some respect. Until, that is, the U.S. warships turned up and spoiled everything.
What to do, display the hostages? Shoot one in the leg, like in those cool gangsta DVD movies?
Still, the arrival of the U. S. Navy must’ve buoyed the hopes of the hostages. Perhaps it was almost over. Scott was probably thinking, hey, maybe Quest will come out of this without too much damage. Maybe this would end soon and they’d go aboard the Navy boat, have a steak and a beer, and meet the captain and the chaplain.
But that’s not what happened as they approached the coast of Somalia.
As CW goes to press, we’re not sure of the events surrounding Quest on that February 22. But we do know that the pirates were in negotiations and that the officers of the USS Sterett were in direct communications with them. It seemed to be going well, but some of the pirates must have been panicking. And one of the pirates was particularly stupid. He figured he had to show ’em he wasn’t scared. His hands shook as he hoisted the shoulder-fired missile up and fired directly at the warship only a few hundred meters away. The target was huge, but he missed.