Posted in Posted by C.S. Lewis

Herr Dominic Sinermian leaned over the side of the ship, and let his tears mix with the salty water of the ocean. He tried to rebuke himself; he, a German, son of a Nazi captain, crying! What was his dad say if he could see him now? Dominic decided he didn't care.

Behind him, Dominic could hear the passengers in the dinning room. They were talking and laughing, enjoying their pleasure cruise, and their late night party. They had no idea of the danger he had brought upon them. If they did they would probably through him and his little black box over-board right then and there! However, if things went well, they would never have to know.

“Calm down!” Dominic hissed to himself. “They can not find you out here, it would be impossible! Everything is going to be fine!”

A cool wind washed over Dominic, and with it brought back the memories that were still so fresh on his mind. He could see them now, as if they were standing right there next to him. Karl and Dane'l would be carrying on another debate; their last one had been on which was better, fired or boiled fish. Willi would be trying to get in the middle of them.

Dominic had been the youngest of the four, and it was because of him that they had gone that night. It had all been his idea, and he had dragged them along with him. Everything that had happened to them was because of him. It was not something he could so easily forget.

Karl had been the leader of the four. Tall, bold, somewhat cocky; he was the oldest, and had a natural bossy attitude. Willi had all the brains. He was a tall, gangly boy who had liked to spend his evenings working out complicated math problems. Dane'l was the athletic one; he could jump farther then them, run longer, and move quicker, and he made sure they knew it.

Dominic was the tag along, the one who was trailed behind them and been an annoyance. However, over time, he had won their friendship, until the four of them had been inseparable.