Pier White

Ferry Cannon

Description

This is the story of 3 Sailors who joined the Navy shortly after 9/11 to proudly serve their country but one night out on the town with a few friends would change their lives forever. Prepare to sail on the edge as you are about to witness the side of the seas that you could never imagine. So grab your favorite snack, put the kids to bed, your phone on do not disturb and get in a quiet place with no distractions because from beginning to end this book will take you down a rabbit hole hard to escape. Get ready to experience a read so entertaining and thrilling in the palm of your hands that will make you think you are actually sitting inside the movie theater. Enjoy with caution!

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Adventure (Guyana)
• Armada de los Estados Unidos
• Suspenso
• Ocean
• Sea
• Sailor
• Adventure
• Navy
• Océan (homonymie)
• Suspense
• Fiction
• Action

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 05 mai 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823003148
• Langue: English

Extrait

PIER WHITE
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
FERRY CANNON
 
 
 
 
 

 
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© 2023 Ferry Cannon. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse   03/23/2023
 
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0315-5 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0314-8 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023904539
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
1.       WELCOME ABOARD
2.       SNIPER
3.       FIRST 48
4.       BOSS GULL
5.       GULLCREW
6.       DROP ONE
7.       FIRST WASHOUT
8.       CLOUD SPAIN
9.       BAHRAIN BRAWL
10.     FAMILY WASHOUT
11.     LIEUTENANT JAKE
12.     LOUDEST IN THE ROOM
13.     BLOODY ANCHOR
14.     BOMBSHELL
15.     ICEBERG
16.     REUP
17.     NCIS VS 6 th FLEET VS POTUS
18.     BURIED AT SEA
19.     THE NEW ALCATRAZ
20.     PARDON ME

PW1
WELCOME ABOARD
A normal Saturday night in the Navy. After boot camp, I arrived at my first duty station, USS BINGHAMPTON DDG 901. I didn’t know my way around the base and the only thing to do was head to Wind and Sea. This was the go-to spot for new Sailors to watch free movies, play pool, play video games, surf the web, etc…A place to get over being away from home. Luckily for me, I met a few sailors from back in Memphis who knew the city and got me away from that boring-ass depression hole. My name is Seaman Tony, Aka Typo. I worked in the admin office and was the one always correcting everybody else fuck ups. This particular Saturday night, I linked up with my homeboy from New York, Petty Officer Powell Aka Po’boy, a crazy ass white boy from the Bronx, and his little Sister’s boyfriend from North Memphis Gunner Kojak Aka Snipe, a real sharpshooter who could hit any target 50 miles away with a slingshot. They had plans to go to the club, and I was off work until Monday morning, so I said let’s do it! Po’boy had a nice ass crib outside the base, so we pregamed at his crib and then headed to a club in Virginia Beach called The Wave. Kojack hopped in the Suburban with Po’boy, and I caught a ride with my other homeboy from South Memphis, Seaman Taylor, Aka Black. I have to say this club was off the hook, jumping, lit, or whatever you want to call it. Women everywhere looked at us crazy at first because we were all clean-shaven, and they knew we were military, but after they saw all the bottles we were popping in VIP because of Po’boy, they thought we were some ballers and flooded the VIP. If they only knew we were seamen in the Navy with probably $300 between all of us, but we had the baller image! We partied and turned up super hard all night. People from all shades and colors, a real mixed crowd. Hearing hip-hop classics from back home made me feel normal again for a few hours. When it was time to leave the club, I ended up riding with Po’boy and Snipe because my boy Blac met with some young lady in VIP, and she invited him back to her house. Although he told me he was heading to the restroom, I got a call 30 minutes later saying he had left the club. So, the lights come on, DJ makes the last call for alcohol, and we can see what the pretty girls in the dark really look like. No girls for us, though, because Po’boy was tipsy and Gunner had passed out, so we figured he was drunk. I suddenly became the designated driver because I had maybe one or two watered-down drinks and felt just fine. As a joke, we decided to lay Snipe in the trunk of the suburban, and we drove away, headed back to Po’boy’s crib. While driving, I looked in my rear-view mirror and noticed a black Tahoe on our ass. I switched lanes, and they got right behind us again. It’s 3 am on a dark back road; this has to either be the police or jack boys, and either way, I was nervous as shit. I tapped Po’boy really hard and said, “A yo Po, somebody on our ass dog wake up!” As he looked back, the Tahoe flashed bright ass lights and blinded us as another black pickup truck cut us off from the front. I was thinking oh shit; we are about to get jacked. I hit the brakes real hard just in enough time not to hit the pickup! “Damn”, Po’boy said, “these MF’s got me.” “Who are you talking about, Po? What MF’s, who what?” I was about to piss on myself at any minute, and before he could get anything out his mouth, the guy in the pickup hopped out with a long-ass chopper, and two more guys with black masks walked up from the black Tahoe with guns pointed right at us! Po’boy yells, “chill, don’t panic,” and I’m like nigga are you serious right now with eyes big like I just saw three ghosts shaking like a seizure patient. Get out of the Mother Fucking car before I blow your head clean off they yelled. As Po’boy opens the passenger door with his hands up, all I hear is a loud bang! One of the goons shot Po’boy in the arm! These are definitely not cops. I signed up to fight for my country, only to lose my life here in Virginia Beach. This can’t be the way I go out. I really didn’t sign up for this shit! Damn.

PW2
SNIPER
At this point, I’m a nervous wreck. I put one leg out of the car and snatched out the rest of the way by this 6 foot 5, 400-pound Monster. We are now held at gunpoint by three members of the Seven Cities gang. One of the biggest drug organizations on the east coast! Who the hell are you? (one of the masked men asked me). I nervously replied, “look, man, I met this guy at the club, and he offered to give me a ride home if I drove.” Where is Batman’s money? The other guy asked Po’boy as he lay in pain against the front bumper. I need a few more days, he replied, and I promise I will get you your money! We gave you 72 hours, and you still didn’t deliver, so your time is up! Seven get the rope and tape out of the truck. Seven, search his car in case these bastards are lying; either way, they are dead. They called each other Seven, which was confusing as hell to me. At this point, I noticed that I told the guy I promised to drive Po’boy home and never mentioned anything about snipe whom we thought was still passed out in the back of the Suburban. I watched with my hands in the air as the guy who had me at gunpoint opened the rear passenger door and immediately dropped to the ground. Is this guy having a heart attack or something? I thought to myself.