The music was loud and thumped through every rivet of the hull. A party at sea meant you could make as much noise as you wanted.
“Where are we?” the young party goer shouted as she leaned into the Captain’s ear. Her body bopped and swayed with the music.
“About fifty miles off the coast of San Diego,” he shouted back.
“Cool!” she took a sip of her mixed drink as the Captain beckoned her ear back with a wave of his finger.
“Gotta be careful out there though,” his beard tickled her ear.
“Why?” she giggled as the Captain pointed his finger skyward.
Her drunken gaze struggled to follow it but her wide eyes told him she was sober enough to see them.
A big circular object twice as wide as the ship was spinning very fast above them. The other party goers were quickly ascending skyward in bright beams of light. Each body seemed to shoot up in rhythm with the beats.
He took her hand gently and kissed it smiling at her.
“Pleasure,” he said as her drink fell to the ground and her grip snapped away.
One by one they were all taken until just the Captain remained. His swift salute dismissed the giant craft and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He gathered a fresh box of black trash bags and started to clean up, bobbing his head to the music as it still blared. Human trafficking has gone interstellar.
Danny Machal August 12th, 2015
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