Wild Fiction

‘All right?’ Corp nodded at James and Conrad.
‘All right,’ Conrad replied.
‘You English?’
‘Yeah.’
‘What are you doing here?’
‘Holiday.’
Corp walked over to the big man and the two of them talked quietly. James and Conrad did not move from where they were standing in the cockpit. Corp bent down and pulled out two machine guns from under the seat of the powerboat. Each had a large banana shaped clip sticking out from under it. He passed one to the big man and pulled the strap of the other over his head.
‘Do you know what this is?’ Corp said to James and Conrad who had turned white.
‘It’s a gun,’ Conrad said quietly.
‘It’s more than just a gun,’ he replied. ‘It’s an Uzi, an Israeli made Uzi. And do you know what Uzi translates to in English? It means “my strength.” And I’m repeating the word my, because it’s in my hands and it puts me in charge. Do we understand each other?’
Conrad and James had raised their hands to the height of the shoulders and nodded in unison.
‘You can put your hands down fuckwits. Just remember that if either of you move I’ll fill you so full of lead that you’ll be with Davy Jones before you stop breathing,’ he waved the Uzi at them.
The boys lowered their hands and nodded at him again and stood perfectly still.
‘Go Hog,’ he said turning to the big man.
Hog gripped the handle on the transom with both his hands and pulled his large body unsteadily onto the catamaran. The Uzi hanging around his neck banged again the hull and flecks of white paint scattered over the water. His wide set eyes stared into those of Conrad and James as he walked past them and into the saloon. He walked around the saloon for a few minutes opening cupboards, pulling out the contents, and scattering them on the floor.
‘It’s bloody enormous,’ he said to Corp when he appeared on the deck. ‘It’s going to take me all bloody day to search this boat.’
‘Well you have all fucking day so get to it moron.’