Winds of Fury

By Peter Duysings

WINDS OF FURY
Brief narrative synopsis outline
The WINDS of FURY Series is an 18th century sailor's tale of adventurous suspense and intrigue.
It is a story of a young German lad, Heinrich Drope, born of aristocratic lineage. He becomes entangled in fateful circumstances while striving to establish his own merchant shipping business far from the lavish lifestyle he was born into. Voyages filled with unforeseen dangers await him and his crew over every horizon. Prompted by ardent dreams to be successful by hard work, he and his handpicked crew are fatefully destined to face inhospitable ordeals that take them into seas of tribulation and combative peril on the high seas.
Each episode along their life's route is filled with inevitable distress, provocation, and enmity as they are hounded by pirates and privateers who are intent to rob them of their cargo and ship, looking to collect on a bounty set by the British. The disparaging bounty on their heads and subsequent ill-repute originated from a foul deed caused by British naval vessels, which attempted to board their schooner, the See Wolf, by force. Heinrich refused the British order to heave to and swiftly fled the scene after a brief damning altercation. The British warrant for their capture hangs over the crew's heads in the navy's quest to settle the old score. Committed to forge ahead with his business plans in spite of traumatic adversity, he and his crew are pitted against disparaging odds and develop creative ways to defend themselves, while still intent on their endeavor as honest merchant seamen.
At every turn in his pursuit to succeed in his business plans he is faced with desperation and leads to overcoming the "winds of fury" as he rides the wild crest of seas frothing alive with hideous dread of sea battles against enemy ships.
The turbulent years of being constantly hunted by the British and privateers become too insufferable. After many years with numerous cargoes procured and sold som

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Mar 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780988756540

Peter Duysings

I was born in the majestic mountainous city of Sukabumi, Island of Java, Indonesia (The former Dutch East Indies Colony), of mixed-ethnic parents. I am a mixed-blooded 'mutt'; Dutch-Indonesian, German, Chinese, French, British, Surinamese, Swiss, Portuguese, Spanish, and Italian. My Father was a former-Dutch Army officer, ex-Japanese POW survivor (3 1/2 years behind the wire under brutal conditions), and one of many Indonesian political scapegoat POWs during the country’s cold war period following the WWII post-war years. Prior to his last capture, he was a high-level guerilla leader leading resistance fighters against a despotic Indonesian government regime. Born and raised on Java as a Dutch citizen, he had resigned his military commission and decided to live out his life in the only country he knew since birth. The country's newly-fledged independence from Dutch Colonial control was wrought with scandalous political strife and bloody conflict by those indigenous Indonesians, who wanted to eradicate any foreigner from the land. My Mother also survived the cruel Japanese Imperial Occupation and the country’s political cold-war turmoil afterwards. My father together with a handful of former Dutch military veterans and a mix of other European civilians, who also chose to stay on the Islands, were forced to wage bitter armed guerilla warfare against Indonesian political factions and groups of independent insurgents. They recruited hundreds of men, mainly native Indonesians, who also believed strongly in democratic principles, armed and trained them in warfare skills; then led them in combat. Most of these Indonesians had grown up together with the Dutch and mixed blooded Indos, befriending each other, living in harmony throughout their lives, and saw each other as fellow citizens. Although many indigenous Indonesians supported their cause, the fight for government control after many years became a harsh struggle for sheer survival for the out-numbered foreigners and their native fighting forces. Without critical European aid, their struggle for a peaceful existence began to come unraveled. Their visionary cause to establish a democratic society eroded to bare threads and atrophied all together. Those that hadn't been either killed, captured or escaped the country, withered in the unforgiving frontier of the island's mountainous jungle wilderness. Alas, the day came when my father was captured after being in hiding in the vast remote hinterland, sentenced to prison and left to languish under much of the same cruelty as he endured during WWII times. Many Dutch prisoners never made it out of that captivity succumbing to the brutal torture of the government political apparatus much like the Soviet communist pogroms. They were tortured in a myriad of ways, including beatings and starvation. Fearing fatal repercussions and retaliation simply for being Dutch citizens, the rest of the family was allowed to leave the country with assistance of political pressure from the international community. My parent's survival story of WWII Japanese Occupation and the Cold War years is being written in a future novel titled, SURVIVORS OF THE STORM. My father's personal fateful story is included in the novel. (Please visit www.theindoproject.org, an organization dedicated to preserve the history and culture of those of Indo heritage) I was but three years of age leaving the Islands relocating to the Netherlands, while never knowing my father. Not until I was five years old, when he was freed and rejoined the family in Holland, did I come to know him for the first time. I immigrated with the family at age eight to America; way too late to my chagrin to take part in trekking the western wilderness as did pioneers with covered wagon as my ardent youthful figment and image of America was at that time. Instead our journey west was per the old Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railway. We wholeheartedly embraced America's unique culture and customs, striving longingly to assert ourselves in her bosom as fellow citizens. My parents immediately recognized and experienced the purposeful meaning of independent freedom unequaled anywhere else. This great nation's ambitious spirit motivated us all to seek and find our personal aspiration for life in a land of unlimited opportunity. We had found our true home. I have a military background as a Combat Controller and Security & Weapons Defense Specialist. In addition, a career of mission assignments as a government Weapons/Warfare Field Officer in different parts of the world training and advising foreign military forces in weapons efficiency, counterterrorist methods and physically led teams in the field against armed insurgency elements. After many years relieving most of the wild oats and youthful indiscretions within my military gene-induced character makeup, I finally packed it in and strove to become more domesticated in civilian life. One cannot live and perform forever in the fast track of combat operations. After what seemed a lifetime, my work career has since been in Industrial Engineering. However, former habits and love for adventure never leave my mind, nor my ingrained propensity for the wilder side of life. My memories are forever caught up with gut-wrenching mental images of combat, having worked and fought side by side with some of the best mates anyone could wish for. I still smile with a bright twinkle in my eyes for the honor to have served especially with like-minded men of tremendous skills and gallantry. As any human being, I am the product of the times we live in and life's experiences. I fully concur with the old adage, "You can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy." I am a strong believer that the written word lives on when documented and passed on to further generations as a legacy and worthwhile lessons. It is one of the reasons I have begun to write relating my wild and wooly experiences. The other reasons are purely selfish in my regard for where a portion of my heart will always be. It has after all, been a huge part of my lifespan. I am one of those people who have on numerous occasions through the years, had the yearning to pen personal experiences via fictional stories, but persisted to sidestep the endeavor by lack of determination. Having dedicated much of my life struggling against being permanently domesticated through social lobotomy methodology, I was finally motivated enough to try my hand at writing; an internal desire, which I readily found a robust passion for once I truly got serious. Now I am hooked. It has rekindled my excitement for combat action, yet limited now to just graphic memories as my mind takes me back to those tempestuous years not long ago with fondness at having stood shoulder to shoulder with men of courageous character tossed into hot cauldrons of warfare circumstances striking thunderous fear into the enemy. Writing has been a challenging learning experience, which draws me endlessly as if mystic sirens calling me with their hypnotic tone. My first full-featured fictional action-adventure novel about combating modern piracy near the Horn of Africa, TURBULENT WATERS, is published and available at www.outskirtspress.com/turbulentwaters/ Don't forget to write a review after reading it. Thank you all! A five eBook series, THE NICARAGUAN WAR CHRONICLES are in full-swing. Book 1, GAME ON! can be purchased currently on Amazon eBook website and on Smashwords.com. USE THIS LINK TO GO DIRECTLY TO THE BOOK: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AML7TVU GAME ON! can be purchased on Smashwords.com for the same low price of $3.99. (Find the direct link to the book at the bottom of my BIO Page) Book 2, COMBAT BECKONS, will be available at eBook website stores in the 1st Quarter, 2014. These are all based on true combat field accounts; quite exciting and politically controversial as many clandestine operations are. I have almost completed writing the first two of a four-book 18th Century seafaring fictional action-adventure novel series, WINDS OF FURY and SEAS OF DREAD as part of THE HEINRICH DROOP ANTHOLOGY series based on a German ancestor turned pirate on my father's side. I call this anthology my signature series as they have spawned in me a reminiscent lust for adventure, despite safely entrenched within the confines of my home. The stories are none-stop swashbuckling antagonistic action. I hope to publish the first novel in the 3rd quarter of 2013. I will keep all of you informed as the publishing schedule firms up. Between writing on a regular basis, you will usually find me busy reading, researching, visiting with family and friends, trap and metallic target shooting, biking, playing hoops, tennis, travelling, singing karaoke, attempting to learn the acoustic guitar, but my most distinguishable personality quality and affinity is to be an obnoxious prankster - for better or worse. So far my shenanigans hasn't shortened my life. Stay in touch by visiting my Author website - www.peterduysings.com, as new material is posted and the website grows and evolves constantly to be more interactive with you important folks, who are as much my motivation to write as my passion for it. Also frequent my Author Facebook site for updated information, current news articles, personal perspective, and an avenue to communicate directly to me: [e-mail] Happy reading to all of you.

Book preview

Caribbean

CHAPTER ONE

FLEEING MISERY

Heinrich von Drope seriously thought of brutally beating his father with an iron pan the night he left home. The old man had succumbed to his liquor and was sprawled on a sofa inside the grandiose old baroque mansion, which was their primary family home in Hanover, Germany. The lad wanted to extract some form of retribution for having horribly suffered at the man’s cruel hands for so many years; however, he had been merciful enough to leave the reprobate alone, believing his father would ultimately suffer a worse fate; life without family and few friends.

The year was 1790. Born into aristocracy, the boy should have grown up surrounded by the finer things in life. Alas, Heinrich was destitute without the nurturing love of a mother. She had perished giving birth to him. His father, who had once led a life of respectful distinction, had become a wretched empty soul after the loss of his wife by escaping from his misery in a bottle of alcohol. His binges had taken a heavy toll on his body as well as his mind, and over the years had directly affected his son, who had to endure his father’s malice.

Instead of having a doting father, Heinrich’s lone parent wasted away his health, sanity, and a relationship with his son who desperately needed guidance and love. His father’s perpetual state of grief had taken a toll that would forever alienate him from his only offspring, and the eventual successor to the family fortune, which over time, dwindled from mismanagement. Heinrich suffered greatly due to neglect; his only memories were of his father’s rages. His early childhood was filled with such hostility that he sought solace away from a home that offered nothing but pain and hopelessness.

Even though his wife left him a son, Heinrich’s father was never able to bond with the boy; a living reminder of the tragic loss he incurred. Heinrich was raised by a nanny who looked after his basic needs but was not all that keen on raising him as if he were her child. Her focus was to assure her employment while skimming off a portion of the estate’s accounts, which escaped the lax eye of the manor’s master.

For the last few years, Heinrich had sought the courage to escape his miserable existence. Even the peasant boys he befriended seemed to have better lives than he did in spite of being poor. What did wealth matter when his life abounded with dread? He decided to find his own destiny in the world far from his cruel father. He had no illusion about inheriting the estate, which had been a prison to him more than a home.

He said farewell on a dark overcast night with a cursory wave of the hand. As he walked out the door, his slim body was immediately drenched by the storm that engulfed the town. As he climbed the hilltop ridge, he looked back at the stark building, standing proud in its majestic glory, yet empty of warmth. He turned away still thinking of the paternal care that was denied him as long as he could remember. Relieved he had finally taken the bold step to leave, yet apprehensive of the future, even though he knew what he wanted, and was determined to make a new life for himself.

After leaving the town’s outskirts, he felt the excitement within him when he thought of finally being free of the old man’s scourge and that he was never, ever, coming back. To his right, he gave a passing glance toward the expansive Herrenhausen Gardens with its magnificent water fountain. It was one of the few endearing places that had provided gentle solitude for the troubled youth. His father’s aristocratic status allowed him entrance to the gardens, and amongst the botanical beauty, he had found a small semblance of peace. He knew, however, that much more than tranquil solitude was needed for him to seek a life worth living.

The seventeen-year-old boy made his way north to the sea. Young Heinrich von Drope, born in luxury, entitlement, with a birthright to a considerable fortune was in the process of burying his past, and beginning a new journey through life. He had a plan; he would eradicate the title of nobility, and adopted the name of Heinrich Drope, he would be known as a young lad from the country – raised on a small farm. He would become a new person.

It was two days journey to the northern seaports, and all Heinrich had to eat was the soggy bread that he had stowed in his coat pockets, which was nearly as wet as the rest of him. When he arrived at the port of Bremerhaven, he was a filthy, muddy wreck. He found a place by the docks to clean up as best as he could. After washing he hid behind some old barrels in his undergarments, shivering in the cold as he waited for his clothes to dry.

During the time he waited, dozens of ships sailed by. The place was buzzing with activity. He never saw anything like it. Heinrich believed there must be some type of work he could do in such a busy place. However, the port had more than enough men who were also looking for employment. The upcoming week found him walking the harbor in a dismal search for work – any work – no matter how menial the task. He talked to countless shop owners without luck. It began to dawn on him that finding a job was not as easy as he had hoped it would be.

On the cold and windy nights, he huddled in any protected space he could find, trying to stay warm and dry; he was able to sleep only a few hours at a time. Begging for food – mere scraps to sustain him, became a priority.

By week’s end, Heinrich was exhausted. Nearing hopelessness in his search for employment, he happened to stumble upon a small crowd of merchants and overheard them discussing that crewmembers were needed for several ships ready to break port on a short journey to England. He inched between the men and made himself visible.

What do you want, lad? An old gent irritably asked him.

I am looking to sail on one of the ships as a cabin boy.

"Du? – You? You do not look seaworthy. Go home to your mama and stop bothering us."

The lad was persistent. "Mein Herr, I have worked the docks for several years, and even though I look younger than I am, I am an experienced hand on any ship," he said trying to sound convincing.

You can’t be serious, boy, another man spoke up. You look like you can barely reach the top rail.

But you have never seen anyone climb the rigging as well or run the catwalks as fleet-footed as I.

Perhaps not, but I don’t have time to discuss this with you, so be off, said the first merchant.

Just wait there a moment, another man spoke who had heard enough to take an interest. You said you had sailed before, lad?

"More than I can count on my two hands, Mein Herr," Heinrich lied with conviction.

The older man broke a thin smile, and looked at Heinrich, sizing him up. I can possibly use you as part of my crew. One of my ship’s cabin boys has come up lame a couple of days ago, and I need someone with knowledge of the ship’s regimen. If you’re available to ship out, perhaps you can take his place on the voyage.

"Mein Herr, I am currently available since my boat is going through several months of repairs."

All right, son, come with me to my warehouse to sign the register, the man, who others addressed as Herr Weber, left with Heinrich in tow, chuckled to himself about the act the young lad was trying to pull off.

It was just the kind of opportunity Heinrich needed, and he jumped at the chance. He followed in the footsteps of the elderly merchant to his warehouse at the end of the dock. The wrought iron signage on the brick building simply read, Weber Maritime. He signed the paperwork not even reading it and was escorted to a group of men who were loading a ship that was docked nearby. The work was grueling, but he learned to pace himself by watching the other men handle their loads. By nightfall, he was exhausted not only because he used muscles he never thought he had but also because of his lack of nourishment over the last week. One dockworker took a liking to the young lad who had put his back into the job with honest effort and sidled up to him on a wooden bench after the workday ended. His name was Otto Kleist, and he had worked for the merchant a number of years. He handed Heinrich a bundle of clothes that Herr Weber instructed him to do and showed him a worker’s washroom. The opportunity to shed his filthy clothes, and wash was a pure delight. He could not recall a time when he was this grimy. When he was done, he felt like a new creature despite his entire body being sore from the day’s work.

Otto asked where Heinrich was staying. Heinrich hesitated while searching for an adequate answer, not wanting this man to think he was homeless. Otto had already figured the lad had no place to live and invited him home for dinner.

Heinrich was grateful for the gesture and accepted the invitation. The two walked through town; the entire way Otto told him about Weber Maritime, and its proprietor, Herr Heinz Weber. They came to a small house not far from the docks. A delightful aroma hit Heinrich’s nostrils as he entered the tiny structure, and the warm, homey abode struck him with a bit of homesickness, even though his memories of home were dreadful. He was introduced to a smiling pleasant rotund woman busy preparing the evening meal. He expected a swarm of children to come running out of the woodwork, but none had shown themselves. It turned out the couple had no children.

The meal was delicious, and to Heinrich, it was a feast, especially compared to the scraps of barely edible food he had begged for the last few days. He was half-asleep before he swallowed the last morsel of food, and Otto and Helga couldn’t help but notice. Helga whispered something to Otto that Heinrich didn’t quite pick up. Several minutes later it became clear when Otto prepared a corner of the room with several old blankets and wrapped up an additional one in a bundle for a pillow.

"Junge Mann – young man, you are our guest tonight, and I do not want to hear any argument otherwise. I have made you a cozy enough bed to get a good night sleep, so you take it, and don’t argue the point."

Otto, I can’t put you and Helga out by-

"Nein, nein. I said no arguments, lad. You are staying here; you are completely beat from working, and you will not act ungrateful. We insist."

Heinrich couldn’t say no to the kind offer, and insult his gracious hosts for their generosity, anyways he was much too tired to turn it down, so he relented, said his profound thanks, and bade his new friends a good night as he shuffled his weary body to the cozy corner of the room and lay down. He was sound asleep within a matter of seconds. Otto and Helga smiled at each other seeing the affable young boy asleep, and then together they went upstairs happy to have been able to help the lad who had nowhere to spend the night.

Morning came much too quickly; faster than Heinrich desired as he woke up to the smell of food cooking. He rubbed his eyes and sat erect yawning incessantly before he noticed Otto seated at the small table sipping coffee, and Helga putting the finishing touches on the simple breakfast of sausages and bread.

You best get up and eat something, Heinrich. We have to be off to work soon, said Otto. You were so sound asleep; it’s as if you hadn’t rested for days."

I … uh, was exhausted from yesterday’s work. I am not used to so much labor in a long time.

"Ja, I could tell. You will learn to pace yourself, and over time things will get somewhat easier. You also need to get your strength back. I suspect you have not eaten very well living on the street as you have."

The stark reality of him being homeless was humiliating. He felt terribly exposed, yet he could not refute the fact. These people were exceptionally kind to him.

Do not fret. Otto and I have discussed your situation, Helga cut into the conversation, and we are more than happy to take you in as a boarder, for a while, until we can locate a more suitable place for you to quarter.

Heinrich was surprised and embarrassed at the same time for such a thoughtful and gracious gesture. Now here were two people he had just met, and they were offering him their home to stay at; he was totally stunned at the generosity. And in his flabbergasted state, he was speechless. Otto and Helga simply smiled at him, happy to be able to offer the young lad a roof over his head.

Hey, don’t be so startled that there are some decent folks in this world, Otto commented. We don’t know what you were running away from, and for what reason, but having done the same some years back, I can spot a runaway a nautical mile off. I happen to think you’re a good lad, and sometimes people just need a break so they can stand on their own two feet.

I really do not know what … to say. You barely know me, and your kindness is not something I am used to. My father was not one that taught me to trust people. I couldn’t even trust my own father for that matter.

Don’t’ worry, boy. Helga and I can take you in for a short time, but as we said, we will find you a place of your own.

No problem, I understand. I don’t want to be a burden to anyone.

Come on; you better eat something so we can get going. We will have plenty of time to talk later.

Heinrich jumped up, and gobbled a couple of sausages and a piece of bread, and was ready to go in no time at all. He and Otto said their farewell to Helga and strode through the narrow cobblestone streets to the harbor. The wind was brisk, and the fast walk helped them warm their bodies. With only minutes to spare, they made it to the warehouse on time. A handful of men were loitering near the door waiting for Herr Becker, the supervisor, to open it.

What’s the lad’s name, Otto? asked one man standing a couple of feet away.

This is Heinrich. He just started working here yesterday.

Kind of young to be taking a grown man’s job, isn’t he? stated another man rather than making it a question.

He’s seventeen, Karl. Just a little small for his age; I’m sure he’ll catch up in size in time, Otto lied to try making the situation sound better.

"Ja, well even seventeen-year-olds shouldn’t be taking older men’s work," the same man stated defiantly.

Well, let’s have Herr Weber have that say so; he was impressed enough to hire him, Otto shot back, and that ended the squabble.

The door opened, and everyone piled through, and greeted their boss with "guten morgen."

Stay close to me, Otto said to Heinrich in a soft voice so others wouldn’t hear. Some of these fellows are not the kind you want to trifle with."

Heinrich nodded and followed his friend into the cavernous warehouse, and Becker called out everyone’s tasks for the morning, and they all went to work. Again, the lifting, packing, pushing, and dragging, was hard labor especially for someone not acclimated to it. Heinrich was drenched in sweat within minutes, but he liked what he was doing. To him, this was honest work, and he knew that over time it would also strengthen him.

* * *

For an entire year, Heinrich came to work and did the same job of loading and unloading ships. Yet, he had not sailed onboard a ship, which he had been originally hired for. He didn’t pursue an answer and was content with working in the warehouse. He knew he was doing well at his job. He felt physically more robust, and had grown taller, gained weight, and added muscle.

Late one afternoon, Becker found Heinrich loading water containers onto a ship and called him over.

"Herr Becker, is there something you would like me to take care of for you?" young Heinrich asked his taskmaster.

"Jawohl, Heinrich. Herr Weber would like to see you before you go home today. Make sure you don’t forget now. By the way, lad, in the last year you have filled out considerably. I am very proud of you for not only sticking it out at such a young age but because you have caught on to the work in short order."

"Vielen dank, mein Herr. I do truly appreciate the chance to prove my worth to the business, and someday I hope to be part of a sailing crew."

Well, son, that is entirely up to the big boss, and he will decide that when he thinks you’re ready. Now run along and again, don’t forget to stop by Herr Weber’s office later.

"Jawohl, I will not forget something so important."

CHAPTER TWO

CHANCE to SAIL

With fifteen minutes ‘til his shift ended, Heinrich washed his hands and face before going to see Herr Weber. He stood at the office door and rapped two times before Weber’s voice beckoned him. Young Heinrich entered the office, which had business ledgers scattered about, and saw the elder merchant perched on a wooden stool searching through a pile of documents.

"Ah, mein bursche – my young lad. I have not laid eyes on you for some time, and here you are almost a head taller. You are not at all as I remember, so forlorn and emaciated. The hard work must agree with you."

Heinrich had never heard the words; forlorn or emaciated before and didn’t understand what they meant, but he assumed they were not intended as unkind, especially coming from this compassionate old gentleman and so he readily agreed with him.

"Mein Herr, I owe it all to your kindness."

Well, Heinrich, from the reports Herr Becker provides me, I am quite satisfied with your work. You have thrown yourself into your studies with an equal amount of enthusiasm. You are a fast learner, and you are not lazy; those are two essential traits.

Without being subtle, the old man cut to the chase. How would you like it if I told you I want you to join a crew on the next voyage to England?

Heinrich was speechless; he had long desired this very opportunity. He reacted with such elation he could barely stand still. If he were alone, he would have howled and jumped up and down from the thrill of hearing those words.

Herr Weber, I don’t know… what to say. I would give back a month’s wages for the opportunity to sail aboard one of your ships.

Now I must warn you that it is not a pleasure cruise, young man. There is much hard work aboard a ship. Perhaps upon your return, you may not be as thankful. But I do want you to get a taste of what it is like to sail and what that experience teaches you. I have already spoken with Captain Richter, and he has agreed to take you along under the condition that you hold your own doing the chores you are assigned.

"Mein Herr, I will do my very best and then some, I promise you that."

I knew you would say that, Heinrich. But as I said earlier, it is not a joy ride. You must do your part – and perform it well – to show that my decision was not a mistake. Do you understand?

"Jawohl, I will not let you down. When do we shove off?"

Next week. I want you to report to Captain Richter first thing tomorrow morning so you can start training. Make darn sure, Heinrich, that you listen very carefully to his instructions. If things are not managed properly at all times, a ship can become a very stubborn contraption to control. Captain Richter is a forceful shipmaster, but he is also fair and just, as long as everyone does their jobs as expected. Don’t let me down, son.

I will conduct myself as a first-rate sailor. I will not let you down. I have been dreaming about this opportunity for a long time.

I know you have, lad. Now get on your way, I need to do this darn paperwork.

"Jawohl, Herr Weber, and thank you so very much for letting me prove myself," Heinrich turned and lunged for the door.

Wait just a moment, lad, the old man called after him. Don’t forget to take along your travel bag; you will certainly need everything that is inside it for the trip, Weber pointed to the wall by the door.

Heinrich followed his finger and laid his eyes on a large bag with handles. He stepped over and hauled it up. It was indeed bulky when feeling the weight of it. Glancing back at the merchant, the lad saw a smile light up the old man’s face in delight at surprising Heinrich with the gift. Heinrich had never in his life been treated with such generosity until he met Otto and Helga and now the old man was playing as if he was his grandfather. He had indeed found a family. Weber treated him as kin, not only employing him but also seeing to it the lad received an education. What was happening to him? The feeling was so strange but felt so wonderful. With a million more thank you’s and finally having Herr Weber escort Heinrich to the door to get him out of his hair, the lad almost pranced in ecstasy as he carried his new gear.

Heinrich had relocated nearly a year ago to a boarding house. The place was run by a cheerful cherub of a woman who played mother to the half dozen boarders. Not that she was a push-over; instead she was a large woman with a fiery attitude and when it came to proper behavior; she expected everyone to comply with her demands, yet could be as sweet as a mother hen concerned for her little flock by ensuring they had mended clothes and plenty to eat. It was a marvelous household, and Heinrich had never before experienced such a wholesome environment.

As soon as Heinrich came through the door, he sought out Greta to share the exciting news of his future voyage and show her the gear his boss had given him. Greta was so proud of her young boarder that she bestowed a squeeze that forced the boy’s nose between her bountiful breasts.

"Fraulein Greta, please let go; you’re squeezing … all the breath out of me. Besides, the others might think we’re having a tryst," Heinrich said in jest as he laughed.

Why you little tramp. I ought to spank you for even thinking that way. You should be happy to have a voluptuous woman such as me take you in such a tender embrace, she giggled in her usual high-pitched voice filled with mirth. One of these days when you grow up to be a real man, maybe you will appreciate such a gesture.

She let go of him and gleefully beamed at hearing that this sweet young lad had been given the opportunity to go to sea to learn the ropes aboard a merchant ship.

Now be off with you; I have supper to finish. And watch that filthy mouth of yours before it gets you in trouble. You can’t expect me to be there all the time to keep you out of the reach of vile women who seek to show a young laddie like yourself the ways of the world and take your hard-earned money for doing so. Now go!

Heinrich was still laughing as he went down the hall. Greta tried to make her tone harsh as she scolded him, but her high-pitched voice never seemed to exert the proper effect she wanted to get across. She shook her head and smiled, then turned back to her work in the kitchen.

She was extremely fond of the boy from the very start, after being introduced by Otto, whom she had known for several years, she had concluded the boy was honest and forthright. Heinrich had proven his genuine character in no time at all as he always paid his monthly rent on time and was at hand when she needed someone to help keep the boarding house in tip-top shape. Even though she was motherly in her treatment of all the men that lived on the premises, Heinrich was her favorite.

CHAPTER THREE

FIRST VOYAGE

Captain Richter, of the merchant ship the Winged Heron, had questioned the logic in Herr Weber’s decision to have Heinrich sail as part of the crew. The first day the lad walked up the gangplank, Richter could tell right off just how green Heinrich was.

"So, du bist der junge Mann, den ich zu einem Seemann machen muss. – So, you are the new lad I have to make into a sailor." It was a statement and not at all a question.

"Jawohl. Ich bin bereit, in irgendeiner funktion zu dienen, Kapitän – Yes, sir. I am ready to serve in any capacity you see fit, captain.

So, you will, lad. So, you will, Richter stated with an authoritative tone.

And indeed, he did, as Richter dispensed to the lad the lowliest and most despicable tasks that would have prompted any other sailor to take on a defiant attitude. Heinrich humbly performed these duties, all the while keeping his spirit up and not giving in to the perils of despair that could have easily overcome him. He always kept in the forefront of his mind that he was a member of a bona fide merchant vessel – no matter how detestable and filthy the job he was assigned.

Captain Richter soon saw worth in the hard-working lad who was always ready to please. His liking for Heinrich began to grow. He planned to include the boy on future voyages because of Heinrich’s non-complaining dependability. The lad had substance and that impressed Captain Richter immensely.

A most delightful surprise awaited Heinrich on his very first day at sea; he found his dear friend Otto was part of the crew. Otto continued to be the lad’s mentor and began to teach him seamanship. It wasn’t until much later that Heinrich learned that Herr Weber had tactfully arranged for Otto to sail along, he knew this would help the lad have every chance to succeed in his trial at sea. They continued to be an inseparable pair throughout the voyages to come.

As they entered the North Sea, the water became much more volatile, and the swells grew bigger causing the ship to roll and pitch like an untamed stallion. Heinrich began to feel the queasiness of seasickness under the conditions. It took some getting used to, and it would take him many more voyages to master the ever-shifting ocean. In spite of the misery he felt when his guts were being turned inside-out, Heinrich did not give up his longing for a life at sea. He eventually won over the wild stallion.

For Heinrich, the excursion to Liverpool, England and back was a mixed ordeal; he experienced several bouts of seasickness, which were overshadowed by the thrill of sailing the bountiful waters and seeing the breathtaking sights of a different land. Between chores, he would lean on the railing, taking in the captivating vastness of the sea; its endless presence reminding that they were sailing on a small body of water and there were immense oceans beyond. It made him feel tiny in comparison, but at the same time giddy with excitement.

* * *

By the time Heinrich turned twenty-one he had logged thousands of nautical miles and experienced a myriad of exotic places. He also had a keenly developed nautical skill-set, making him a first-rate sailor. He had become a full-fledged rated Able Seaman and long since had been replaced by younger lads to perform the menial tasks. He had grown even taller and more muscular in the last few years. Heinrich was not only an imposing figure but a handsome young man that caught the eye of many women, attracted by his striking good looks and dandy personality. He even repeatedly called on several women in different ports during the short layovers.

Heinrich’s voyages so far had been limited to European ports, mostly in the Baltic Sea, but also trips to the Mediterranean. Over the months at sea, he had heard stories told by other sailors about foreign lands, great distances away, they had sailed to. These fantastic tales began to intrigue Heinrich, and he yearned for a chance to visit some of these places one day.

Heinrich had met and befriended a handful of sailors, forming strong bonds. Besides his usual closest sidekick, Otto, there was Günter, Fritz, Conrad, Johann, Martin, Waldo, Wolfgang, and Aldo – all experienced able-seamen. It wasn’t long before this group began discussing ways to acquire their own merchant vessel and go into business for themselves. However, it would take quite a bit of money, and although it was their ardent dream, they had no idea how they could make it their outcome. Even if they all put their wages together, it would not be nearly enough to purchase a decent size rowboat! But it didn’t stop these men from continuing to dream and discuss the possibility of one day having their own ship and be partners in their own merchant business.

* * *

Back in Bremerhaven, after a long journey, Otto and Heinrich were working in the warehouse unloading cargo. One evening after the day shift was over and all the men were leaving for home, Herr Weber asked Heinrich and Otto to stay. He had something to discuss with them. The two stayed around for over an hour after everyone had left before the old man came out of his office and summoned them. They stepped into Weber’s office and were asked to take a seat. They had no idea what was on old man Weber’s mind. Weber shuffled some papers and cleared his desk before he said anything at all. Otto and Heinrich threw each other several questioning glances as they patiently waited.

Men, I have asked you to stay because I have always found you both to be extremely trusted workers, and I have a proposition to make, he paused and looked at the two. Herr Becker, who was recently promoted to head manager because our business has experienced a tremendous boon in the last year, requires someone he can trust to help supervise the warehouse shifts and has specifically mentioned you two as his personal choice to be the new supervisors. Since you have served faithfully; especially you, Otto, for many years now. And everyone sees the two of you as close comrades – inseparable, and I want to offer you both the positions.

Weber paused for a moment, casually glancing up to take in each man’s expression trying to see their reaction. He was unsure as to how Otto and Heinrich felt regarding what he just proposed to them. Weber cleared his throat in an exaggerated fashion before he went on. So far, he hadn’t noticed any glint of excitement in the two men’s eyes. This was not going to be as easy as he had initially thought.

Well, I must say you both qualify for the position because you are sincere and hardworking souls. I cannot but agree with Herr Becker regarding his choices for the positions. It will come with an increase in your monthly stipend, of course. How do you each feel about such a promotion?

Otto and Heinrich hesitated, hoping the other would answer the question. An awkward stillness encircled the room; the wall clock was heard clamorously ticking away.

Now I know both of you have not lost your tongues as I heard you conversing earlier today, so please speak up, the older man encouraged them.

Heinrich looked over to Otto and catching his eye; he gave a slight nod indicating Otto should say something.

Otto took the cue. "Herr Weber, Otto finally spoke. I have never had any … notions of ever wanting to work in the warehouse on a permanent basis. For the last thirteen years, I have been a seaman first and a landlubber second. He was nervously scratching his stubbly chin as he thought about how to explain his lack of interest, even with the additional money, without seeming to be ungrateful. My heart is with the sea" he staunchly stated.

But Otto, would it not suit you better to have a job close at hand to be able to go home to such a fine woman as your Helga every evening?

"Jawohl, Herr Weber. That is a very good thing, but I know that I would regret not going back to sea. I will not lie to you and cannot lie to myself."

I see. And what about you, young man, Weber pointedly asked Heinrich, who was fidgeting, dreading the question. I can certainly understand Otto’s explanation since he has been a sailor for so many years and it is definitely in his blood. But you, Heinrich, have been at sea for what … maybe a little over five years now? And those have been between work stints in the warehouse. How do feel about taking this job?

"Herr Weber, I have fallen head over heels for the rush of the sea ever since you gave me the chance to go on my first trip. I yearn to venture to lands I have not yet seen. When we come home to port, after only a few days have gone by, I hear the siren’s call to mount the gangplank and climb the fore gaff topsail. I would give a year’s salary to stand on the bowsprit with the wind blowing through my hair and the salt water splashing in my face. It is the first time in my life I recall feeling such a calling. I believe it has beckoned my very being…"

Oh, please, please, young man, Herr Weber cut in, waving his hand to stop the lad’s litany. Spare me the Shakespearean dialog and let us dispense with this fanciful exchange. I get your point quite clearly. You both do not desire this position in the very least – that you have both firmly convinced me of. I can’t say that I am somewhat surprised that both of you have spurned the offer and I fully respect your feelings. We will have to find someone else who has more of a yearning for land legs. Thank you for your time and your candid honesty in this matter. Now I must be off before my dear wife worries herself sick over my absence, I am certain the evening meal is ready on the table, getting cold.

"Vielen dank, Herr Weber for understanding," Otto said for the both of them.

It’s quite alright. Let us depart for the night as it is getting late.

All three left the warehouse together. Herr Weber bid them farewell and strode around the corner of the building where his horse and carriage were tied up. Otto and Heinrich just had started to walk off when they heard a high-pitched shriek that seemed to come from around the same corner where the old man headed. Their heads swung around, and both stood silently as they listened intently for more sounds. They only heard the whinny of the horse. Heinrich glanced at Otto with a furrowed brow indicating an expression of urgent concern. As one entity, they raced back to the building and around the corner.

There before them, no more than thirty feet distance, three dark figures were crowded around the carriage, holding down old man Weber and going through his pockets. Otto and Heinrich dashed to the carriage. Once there they lunged forward and with powerful arms strengthened by years of lifting cargo grabbed the three thugs, pulled them away from the carriage, and then roughly threw them onto the gravelly ground. Otto went after the closest man, pulled him to his feet and launched a fist into the hoodlum’s noggin that sent him back down to the ground in a heap. Meanwhile, Heinrich quickly made sure Herr Weber was not injured.

"Mein Herr, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Just a bit of a bruise on my shoulder from when they pulled me from the carriage. I slashed at him with the whip and stopped one …

Heinrich had already turned around after hearing Weber was all right and sprang forward coming alongside Otto who stood solidly in place, waiting for more nonsense from these foul-smelling varmints. He recognized the type; this caliber of man regularly loitered on the docks looking for easy prey in the dark evening hours. All three hoodlums had gotten to their feet, ready to face the two rescuers. Both Otto and Heinrich were furious, seeing their kind benefactor as the target of such devils. They were more than prepared to settle the score.

In the background, Heinrich faintly heard Herr Weber, who still seemed to be in somewhat of a daze at what was happening and kept talking out loud as if he had an audience. As I was explaining … with my whip I stopped one, but then the other two grabbed me and held me down while they started going through my pockets …

No one was listening to the older man’s oration.

"Was willst du? Raus! – Wad da ya two want? – Get on outa here now! a gruff voice bellowed out from one of the thugs. Na one is around’ ta help ya at dis hour at night."

Help is not exactly what we figured on, stated Heinrich. We mean to teach you three loathsome rats a lesson that your fathers should have taught you long ago.

The same thug spat on the ground and flashed a knife in one hand, the moonlight glinting off the blade. Another produced a wooden truncheon similar to a belaying pin used to secure a rope aboard a ship and held it up, just above shoulder height in a menacing display, hoping to strike fear into the two rescuers. Heinrich and Otto did not act fearful. Instead, they held their ground and waited for the ruffians to make their move. The one without a weapon stepped to his left as all three spread out to encircle Otto and Heinrich.

Otto was of average height, but rotund, barrel-chested, and had hulking shoulders with bulging forearms forged by years of heavy lifting. He easily outmatched most of his opponents and could brawl with a stubbornness of a mule. Heinrich, on the other hand, was several inches taller, superbly athletic with a lithe, muscular body. What wasn’t apparent until he actually sprang into action was his quickness and wit about fighting, but by then it was too late for his adversaries to assess.

Let me at them … I’ll teach them a lesson or two! Weber barked out with fury still in the middle of his tirade. "I’ll teach those thugs not to molest elderly Herren."

Otto warily eyed the man to his right as the assailant began to step in giving his armed cohorts more of an advantage. With a start, the unarmed thug to his right came within reach of Otto and swung a roundhouse right at his head. Otto, who was already hunched low, simply ducked forward as the punch was swung. It impacted with a sickening thud on the top of his hard head as Otto stood his ground and then stepped forward countering with a balled-up left fist that smashed squarely into the assailant’s chest with a thundering impact that instantly stopped the man in his tracks, jarring him as if hit by an ax. The man was already howling in pain from fractured knuckles from the head punch, and now he was utterly beyond himself to even move. Otto simply grabbed him by both upper arms and lifted him; twisted his body sideways in midair and drove the robber into the ground as if he was unloading a hefty sack of potatoes. The thug’s body thunderously plopped down and appeared to bounce off the hardened dirt. The man was done for.

Meanwhile, the two other armed men in unison attacked Heinrich. He kicked out his right leg driving it into the chest of the thug with the knife, sending the robber keeling over to the ground. Then with the speed of a cat, Heinrich pivoted on the ball of one foot bringing him to face the other man who held the wooden club high ready to bring it down. Heinrich was quicker and struck out with a right fist that connected to the man’s left ear, splitting it wide open, and it immediately started squirting blood. The man froze momentarily, and before he could recover his wits, Heinrich delivered a pounding blow with his elbow to the nose, which broke the cartilage with a resounding snap heard loudly in the night air. The man went down in a heap and was also out of the fight. Twirling with balanced athleticism, Heinrich faced the man he had kicked and who was still staggering. He felled the hoodlum with a mean right-handed uppercut to the jaw. The punch sounded like a log being split. The thug’s back hit the ground, and he too stayed motionless.

The entire confrontation was over within a matter of minutes as the miscreants lay peacefully – at least for the time being – knocked out cold. Otto and Heinrich reached down and gathered the knife and club, then stepped back to Herr Weber, who sat in his carriage seat looking at the scene with utter amazement, having watched his men annihilate the robbers.

He realized he had no chance at his age to have come out of this dilemma with the same results he just witnessed. With a grateful heart, he thanked Otto and Heinrich incessantly for having been rescued.

"We are very glad we were able to hear the scuffling before having left the premises. It is good you are safe, mein Herr," Heinrich stated.

We will see to it that they will be locked up by the town’s constabulary, Otto added. They won’t give you any more trouble."

Very sound work, men. I want to see both of you in my office tomorrow morning. You have done me a great service, and you shall be rewarded for saving me from these thugs, said Herr Weber, having regained his composure.

"There is no need for that, Herr Weber. We would have done this no matter what," said Otto.

I know you would have, but I will not hear such humbleness. I insist, and I intend to see both of you tomorrow, old man Weber firmly stated and immediately started down the road homeward bound.

Otto and Heinrich watched him go and then turned back to the human garbage still sprawled on the ground. Heinrich had a thought and said to his friend, I will stay here and keep watch over these scoundrels. Why don’t you go and fetch the Harbor Master and his assistants; they have a lockup facility at the office, and we can take these guys there for the time being until they contact the authorities.

Great idea, lad. You sure you’ll be all right by yourself with all three of them? You probably need me to keep them in check, Otto said with a wide grin jesting with his young friend.

Come on, Otto. Get out of here. If they so much make a move, I’ll knock them on the head with their own club. Now go on … I’ve got this under control.

As Otto began walking, he looked back and had to make at least one more quirk, I hope I don’t find them gone and you laid out cold when I return.

Heinrich picked up a stone and threw it in Otto’s direction without saying anything more. He heard Otto snickering as he faded into the darkness.

CHAPTER FOUR

GRATEFUL COUNTENANCE

The very next morning found Otto and Heinrich once again in Weber’s office sitting in cushy chairs and as always fidgeting when their hands weren’t busy with work. The story of Herr Weber’s rescue had spread across the harbor. Herr Becker was partly responsible, he told what had transpired the night before at a favorite restaurant near the docks when he and his wife went out to eat due to his late arrival home. As human nature had its way, the story was recounted many times over with bits of embellishment. Otto and Heinrich were not so keen about their overnight celebrity status. They had been complimented with accompanying pats on their backs by so many work colleagues they felt their shoulders would be bruised forever.

The office door opened and Otto and Heinrich impulsively jumped to their feet to respectfully greet their boss. To their surprise, an attractive middle-aged woman wearing fine garments stepped through the door followed by Herr Weber. Otto immediately recognized the woman. Heinrich did not. Weber proceeded to introduce his wife to both men using proper etiquette.

My dear, you remember Otto Kleist, don’t you?

"Ja, of course, I do. How are you, dear Otto? It has been a long time. I don’t get to the docks often enough, she said in a soft, easy tone which included a friendly smile. Herr Weber mentions you often with such fondness."

Weber rolled his eyes; clearly embarrassed by his wife’s words.

"Guten morgen, Frau Weber. It has indeed been a long time since you have graced these work premises. May I say it is a pleasure to see you again," Otto laid it on thickly while he performed a small bow of the head.

Frau Weber’s smile beamed with delight at the gesture. Then she cast her eyes on Heinrich, taking in the handsome man as her eyebrows rose in stark interest.

And, my dear, this young lad is -

Heinrich Drope of course. What a regal young man, Frau Weber said as her gaze locked onto Heinrich along with a twinkle in her eyes. Heinrich felt her intense stare fixated on him. He was quite flustered and turned a deep shade of crimson not knowing exactly how to take her words and attitude. No one could possibly remain so calm and collective when being checked out so thoroughly by a female, especially one with her imposing interest. He squirmed, wanting to hide behind anything that could conceal his uneasiness. Frau Weber was apparently quite taken by the good-looking young sailor as her stare didn’t let up.

Ah … ahem! Could we please all have a seat and get started, Herr Weber said breaking up the impasse, much to the relief of Heinrich. He noticed from the corner of his eye that Otto was grinning from ear to ear. Heinrich felt like kicking him in the shin.

Why of course, dear. Please, you two; do take a seat, Frau Weber said with a syrupy voice, still casting fanciful looks at Heinrich.

Weber dove straight into the subject. Now, to cut to the chase in this matter, I have thought long and hard regarding some sort of reward for both of you in light of … of literally saving my bacon last night. I have spoken this morning with the Chief Constable, and it seems those three thugs have been identified as suspects the authorities have been looking for. They have worked their filthy practice on numerous occasions around the harbor over the last several months, and … and purportedly murdered two people in the process. They are not just petty thieves as you could tell by last night’s incident. They are extremely hard-core criminals. Who knows what they would have done to me if I …if I …

Now, now, dear. There is no need to think about the horrible consequence that might have happened if these two brave gentlemen had not come along at the right time. Could we not relive the details of last evening; it is so terribly frightening to hear it again. Let us instead go on to much happier subjects, Frau Weber remarked. The incident obviously made her quite upset.

"Ja, ja, all right my dear, Weber relented. If I were a few years younger, I would have been able to defend myself all -"

"All by yourself. Ja, ja, my dear. I know all that quite well mind you. It was one of the attributes that so attracted me to you; a man who could stand up to society’s malefactors. I felt so safe in your presence."

Taking the words his wife said as a deserving compliment, Weber sat up straighter and pushed his chest out and continued.

The police have told me that there is a good size bounty on those men that you both will receive shortly. I have already started the paperwork process. What I have in mind is tripling the amount of the reward for you two to split as profound thanks for the courage you displayed in saving me from that bunch of scum. I am most grateful for your courageous action. I am extremely proud of you both. Now that this is settled –

My dear, as much as the monetary reward is a generous one, I believe you forget one significant aspect in all this, are you not? offered Frau Weber.

Well, I … ah … don’t know if anything else is necessary.

Frau Weber looked at her husband with a sour expression. Weber swallowed hard and looked as if he wouldn’t be going home to a supportive wife this evening if he didn’t offer these men more of a reward.

"Well, ja, of … of course how could I have … ah … forgotten the other part, the old man sputtered. There is one more aspect to the reward that you both may or perhaps … ah … may not be all that interested in. It has to do with the new brigantine cargo vessel that the company has recently purchased. She is rather small, one hundred fifty feet long; a two-mast square-rigged ship. You know the type. This one was bought for shipping cargo for short voyages to ports in the Baltic Sea. We are still arranging a crew for her, and I would like to … to know if you would be interested in … at all … in being part of her crew."

Frau Weber quickly leaned forward and stated, "And you did not mention at what specific positions, meine liebling?"

"Oh, ja; in officer capacities."

Otto and Heinrich glanced at each other in stunned surprise. They were struggling with the reality if this was really happening, for they couldn’t believe their ears. It was too good to be true. Here was an opportunity, a stepping stone to much bigger things, to the day they would be masters of their own vessel. Herr Weber saw the exchange between the two and wondered what they were thinking.

He thought about last night, how his wife insisted he offer Otto and Heinrich the chance to be officers on this vessel. Why did it have to get to this point – his wonderful wife demanding he hand over the entire kit and caboodle to Otto and Heinrich in one swift move? She believed these two men had earned this opportunity, by saving her beloved husband’s life. But Herr Weber had thought it a bit too risky business decision given their leadership inexperience. Even though Otto was a respected and experienced seaman, to put them in charge of a ship, even with an experienced captain, was a hard decision to make. Even more, he hated to see these two, who were extremely hard workers and especially trustworthy and loyal, sail off, when he could use them at other vital tasks.

He thought about whether they were capable of handling their own ship, even a small craft. But he had to face facts; every ship’s captain had started as a junior officer and worked his way up the ladder. So, it wasn’t at all out of the question. Even, in light of Heinrich’s lack of experience, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed the right thing to do. They did save his life the night before, after all. They were deserving. And, there was a way this could work; he would have Captain Fischer oversee Otto and Heinrich and teach them the ropes of command. He looked up from his thoughts and saw Otto and Heinrich waiting for him to speak.

I can give you a week or so to think it over, and you can let me know if you are interested. It is entirely up to you and if you do not desire the job it is not a black mark against either of you, he added providing them an easy way out of this offer.

Without any hesitation, Heinrich blurted out, With all due respect, sir, I cannot speak for Otto, but I am ready for the opportunity right now.

Well, listen here my intrepid friend. I have every intention of taking up this opportunity myself, Otto exclaimed in a firm tone.

Oh, I am so extremely delighted that you both have jumped at the chance to master your very own ship, Frau Weber excitedly stated. I have no doubt of your capabilities to do so.

As much as it was the right thing to do, Weber ground his teeth together. He was cornered, but he couldn’t back out of the offer if he wanted a peaceful home. And he had his answer in spades, there was no hesitation or subtleness about what they truly wanted, but he wished that they would have at the very least taken the week to ponder the matter.

Alright then, here is the plan; you both will work under Captain Fisher’s command ... Looking at his wife, he said, This will be somewhat boring, my dear. Why don’t you go and do your callings for the day, while we men discuss the details?

"That is a wonderful idea. Just so you do not keep these two brave men under someone for too long, Herr Weber!" Frau Weber said in an almost reprimanding tone.

Don’t worry yourself, my dear. I am a man of my word and will lay out a fair and doable plan. Now please be off so tonight I will be home on time.

"And please do not make it a habit of encroaching in my business endeavors again," he thought hopelessly.

I will take your word, Heinz, she said using his first name for extra emphasis. I will see you tonight … and congratulations to you both, Otto and Heinrich. I look forward to celebrating your first command.

"Thank you, Frau Weber," both men said as they scrambled up from their chairs to bid her farewell.

She went on her way, and the three men stayed for another hour while old man Weber outlined the plan. When the excited Otto and Heinrich finally left the office, it was as if they were walking on air. While Otto walked back to the warehouse, he was beaming with pride and gratitude for the extra money from the reward. It would help him and Helga tremendously. He was looking forward to surprising her with this happy news later that night. Helga would be so thrilled and proud of him.

Heinrich also thought