Round 4 Mafia Hit - Spanish Eyes

Darkness stood on the deck watching the prey’s ship leave port. Not the only pair of eyes watching and waiting. For this one, the task was simple. Offer the right incentive and he would come. Like crackers to a parrot that you want to speak, gold was a powerful motivator.

At last, the next victim to be disposed of had arrived. Orders were given to let the man on board. Neither Captain smiled or greeted with more than a nod. Instead they eyed each other warily, like two alpha males circling each other preparing to fight for supremacy. Death spoke first.

“Welcome aboard Captain”

“I received your note”

“Indeed. We have a thing or two in common. We might both benefit from working together toward a common goal, common enemies.”

“What do you suggest?”

“For the moment, dinner. We can discuss it over the evening meal”

Laid on the table was a feast made from the finest of nature’s riches. Blood red apples, a variety of luscious green and purple grapes, roasted meat, and bread that flaked when you broke it. Each item lending to the heady aroma that filled the room. The two captains discussed their plans and the possibilities. Working together and splitting the gold. It was so ludicrous that it just might work.

“So we split the gold evenly then?”

“Hardly. I was thinking I keep 40% plus the ship.”

The other captain thought briefly before agreeing to the arrangement. With that said, Deception rose and went to the side table where a folded document waited. On returning, the document was passed to the fellow captain.

“Papers of our understanding.”

The other captain opened the folded paper to peruse its contents. What he discovered was the black spot.

“Wha…!”

A single shot was fired from a well hidden gun. In any language, it spelled death for Captain Santiago Ortiz. The captain was dumped in the small vessel that he arrived in and set adrift. Another one down.