The occupiers had terrorised the islanders until they abandoned resistance, yet simmering resentment left them reluctant to cooperate. So when I washed ashore with my waterlogged crew, they ignored us. We hid for weeks in the scrub dodging Jerry patrols and supplementing our survival rations with barely ripe olives.
Finally, I charmed a local girl herding goats in the hills, until she agreed to help. Eleni obtained civilian clothes, burning our flight suits. Our only way off the island was by sea, so she located a merchant captain willing to take us. She helped us evade the guards near the harbour, leading us aboard a contemptible little scow.
Given any choice, I’d have trusted neither the leaky boat nor the shifty crook captaining her, but they were all we had. Eleni came along to reassure us. A few hours out I felt a bit easier, until I spied low grey shapes closing in, Jerry gunboats. Eleni slapped me, one hard whack across my face.
The captain smirked at us where we huddled behind the gunwales. With no warning, one gunboat then the other exploded in orange flame. A sub surfaced, guns coming to bear before the decks were dry. Eleni called out some sort of code phrase. They ferried us all to the sub before sinking the scow.
When we reached Malta, I discovered Eleni had been a double agent, nearly as valuable as the film I’d salvaged when we bailed out. It seemed only fair, so I married her.
Exactly 250 words; I had fun writing a mini story that incorporated all five words. It was a real challenge, but fun nevertheless.
I actually had this finished before I came down with heat exhaustion, but when I missed closing the contest on time, felt it would be unfair to post this. Well, considering the great stories it would have been up against, I’m not sure it would have mattered much. Still, for those who are curious, this would have been my entry.