And so, I was captured by pirates.
It’s less awesome than it sounds.
My wrists and ankles bound, I’m blindfolded in the stinking cargo bay of a strange ship. To my left, someone’s crying. I’m not sure who.
Outside men argue in a language I don’t understand. hopefully they’ve asked for a ransom. Hopefully somebody pays.
This isn’t how I’d hoped to spend my vacation. I only wanted to relax, and learn a little about wine-tasting.
Admittedly, part of the blame is my own.
I was the one who misread the travel brochure.
But seriously, who markets a Somalia Cruise?