Special Cargo - Page 1 (Patreon)

Song of years abused ancient six-cylinder marine diesel echoed in the hull when the driver took most of the rounds per hour out from the engine. Song was accompanied by the sound of the nearly dead calm sea when the boat pushed its way through the water. The boat was older than ancient marine diesel, and its late summer weight was possible to feel from its movements. A boat like its captain had earned their late retirement, but it looked like these two would like to die together, and summer after summer, boat and captain returned to the sea. 

Despite the smelly, slow ride, these sounds were music to the sailor's ears. The boat's movement was peaceful. The smell of the diesel, tar, seaweed, and dead fish made memories to the surface. Despite this rush of nostalgia, Tapani already had regrets that he didn't call for a speed boat to fetch them. They needed to leave three days earlier because special cargo arrived before the agreed time. This cargo was sensitive, and it was supposed to get out from the city before locals noticed it.