Deep Space Adventures - 11. DSA Chapter 11

“Have you had a good morning, little brother?” I asked Sam, “Yes, and stop calling me little, I am almost as tall as you,” Sam replied, with a frown on his face, and Isaac laughed. “Sam is just telling Mason off, for calling him little brother, when they are almost the same height,” Isaac explained, and the others joined in with the laughter.

“This is going to take some getting used too, with you three speaking telepathically,” Anthony stated, “ Let’s try something… Anthony, Oscar and Micah, close your eyes, and try and clear your mind of everything… clear it, so that all you can hear is the sound of my voice… the trees rustling in the breeze and background noise of students playing basketball… breath steadily in through your nose, out through your mouth.

Ok now that your mind is clear, and keeping your eyes closed, think of one thing… think of that bird that you can hear calling for its mate… just concentrate on the sound, nothing else, just that one sound and my voice…” I said to my friends.

I looked at my brother Sam and Isaac, and they too were concentrating, which I was hoping they would do, before I closed my eyes, “Ok, let’s give this a try… Our minds together, we seek to connect with our Earthly friends… Boys, do hear me?” I said telepathically and I heard a gasp, and I smiled.

“One of you heard me, keep concentrating on my voice, and think of just one word… and concentrate on that one word… now in your mind say that one word,” I said to my friends. “Watermelon” came a reply telepathically, and the voice sounded like it was Oscar, as Sam and Isaac laughed, which ended the experiment.

Now with everyone having their eyes open, because of the laughing, I turned to Oscar, “Why watermelon?” I asked, “Sorry, it is my favourite food,” Oscar replied and I smiled. “Your heard him telepathically?” Anthony asked sounding a little disappointed that he didn’t hear anything. “I did, and when he said, boys, do you hear me, I heard Mason say that,” Oscar replied.

“Well it appears that Oscar will become part of the protection team,” I said to Isaac who smiled and nodded his head, “We will try again in a day or two, and in the meantime, try and learn some relaxation techniques, as it helps with the telepathic process,” I said to Oscar, who agreed to do so.

“I think we should include Micah in the team, he is well built and may come useful if anyone try’s to attack you,” Sam suggested, “I agree with you brother, so now I have a designated Protector and a protection team, I am sure that will keep my parents happy,” I said to everyone.

I was glad when the first day was over, as one of the family vehicles arrived at the school to collect us, with a staff member driving, as our dad said would happen from now on. For the rest of the school year, I had no problems with the school bully or his mob, but they did start picking on other more weaker students, and they soon backed away when we and others started to protect them.

On the last day of school for the term and school year in early July, when the weather is starting to get nice and warm, I had arranged for Anthony, Oscar and Micah to spend the weekend over at our place, with us staying in the guest cottage together, after they and their families had passed all the security checks, and Dad had spoken face to face with each of the parents.

The only condition the boy’s parents put on the weekend visit, was they were not to go into space, which was agreed on, which was fine, as I had an even better surprise planned out, having permission from my parents and Ambassador Durham, for a shuttle to collect us from the airport, and take us to the Sahndrol Islands for a day.

I had informed the lads to bring swimming gear, as we would be doing plenty of swimming over the weekend, with it all to begin on Friday afternoon with school ending just before lunchtime.

With their weekend luggage with them, we all climbed into the vehicle, and set off for home, and once we had arrived, I led the lads to the two-bedroom guest cottage, with each bedroom having two single beds. Anthony and I would share one room, while Oscar and Micah would share the other one.

Once settled in the cottage, I showed them around the 2 acre property, before showing them around the main house, which is a lot bigger and grander than their own homes, with Micah living in a 3 bedroom villa on the north side of the airport on St David’s Island, Oscar lives, in a 3 bedroom villa in Shelley Bay, while Anthony is the closest as he lives in a four bedroom house in Harrington Sound, which isn’t that far from my home.

During dinner, with my friends and family, Dad looked at me to hint that it was time to tell my friends about our excursion tomorrow. “Guys, I have planned a little day trip for us tomorrow, so we need to have breakfast at 7am, so we leave here by 7.30 to get to our transport for the day,” I announced.

“Not into space?” Anthony asked, “No, we agreed with each of your parents, not to take you into space, but we will be using a URP shuttle, to take us the Sahndrol Islands, which is about 1,200 kilometres East-North-East of here, which will only take about twenty minutes to get there, and we will have a few islands all to ourselves, but two islands are off limits, as a Canadian Navy base is located there,” I announced.

“Wow, that sounds cool,” Oscar said telepathically, as he had been trying hard since first learning that he can speak to us telepathically, and he was getting better at it, and I turned to him and nodded my head to let him know I heard him, before looking at the others. “It is fairly remote, so we will have to take supplies with us, and we will have about 5 hours to spend there before we return in the mid-afternoon,” I added.

The following morning, we headed off towards the airport, but not by road, but by our 33 metre motor yacht, as an old disused section of the airport, has been the landing ground for the URP shuttles, as it is far enough away to the south of the terminal and main runway, to not interfere with airport operations.

The land peninsular that contains the former smaller runway, is 240 metres wide and 720 metres long, with a deep gully dugout, 340 metres from the main runway, to separate the main airport from the URP landing ground, which is used when not required to land at the UN Compound.

The thirty metre wide and 4 metre deep gully, which has water running through it from the bay that surrounds it on three sides, also has a fence on the landing ground side of the gully, as an extra security barrier, and about 250 metres South of this fence, is a cleared area beside the old runway, that leads to a small boat landing, where we can step off the boat, and walk to the shuttle when it arrives, and in this case, it was landing, as we were about one hundred and fifty metres away from the boat landing.

The four of us had a great day exploring the Sahndrol Islands, and were fairly tired by the time we landed back at Bermuda, where the family boat was waiting for us, with Dad at the helm. With the trip home being just 2 ¼ kilometres in distance, we were expecting to be home very shortly, but this was not to be the case.

“Mr Lenegan, there appears to be a fast boat heading in our direction at fast speed,” Anthony called out, “Yes, I have seen it on radar, hold tight boys, we are going to be making some tight manoeuvres.

Isaac, close and lock the saloon door, and call the shuttle for some assistance,” my father responded, as he made a sudden change of direction, having cleared the southern point of the landing ground, Dad headed South-East towards open water.

About ten minutes later, we raced past the north side of Horn rock, and a few minutes after, we turned once more, following along the inside of the reef around the islands, heading due East and then North, and increasing above our cruising speed of 30 knots, to try and escape the fast boat that was chasing us, which looked to be about doing the same speed as us.

When we passed St David’s Head, Dad changed course again, heading out to sea, and now heading in a North- East direction. “Sir, the shuttle is on its way, but it will be at least another ten minutes before they arrive,” Isaac informed my father, just as the sound of gunfire could be heard, and we all automatically ducked down low.

“Understood, Mason, take everyone below and take the Sat phone with you, call the Bermuda police, tell them where we are, that we are being chased by an unknown fast boat, and tell them that the Crown Prince is under attack with shots fired,” my father instructed.

As we went further out to sea, the rough the conditions were for us, and so we all sat down on the floor of the forwards master bedroom, with our backs to the couch, and our feet against the bed, to help stopping us from being bounced around too much.

I knew that the yacht had a range of about 500 nautical miles, so I was guessing that my father was thinking of heading for the direction that the URP shuttle is coming from, and that the rough seas would be enough to deter the pursuers from following us. After nearly ten minutes of been tossed around, the yacht suddenly hit something hard, and screeched to a stop, after a few seconds.