The night streets were deserted. The residents of Bergen knew better than to go outside when a major storm was blowing in from the Norwegian Sea.

Bakke managed to keep the car in sight. Dag Moen’s driving was reckless, hurtling through the streets as the driving rain reduced visibility to almost zero.

‘He’s heading to the docks,’ Bakke said, gripping the steering wheel. ‘There’s a spare jacket on the back seat.’

Sand discovered he was shivering, wearing only his vest that was soaked through. He reached round and put the jacket on.

After a further ten minutes the car in front jerked to a stop. As Bakke pulled up behind it they saw Dag Moen exit the car and sprint away.

‘Call for back up, then follow me,’ Sand shouted over his shoulder as he jumped out the car.

The cold rain lashed into his face. He saw Moen leap over a chain fence and scramble down the other side. Sand reached the fence and jumped onto it. He caught his jacket on barbed wire at the top of it. He managed to free himself and fell from the top. He landed on his back, grunting with pain. He staggered up and continued running.

The dock was filled with old whaling ships. They stood in rows, tethered to the crumbling concrete, their rusting hulks battered by the wind and rain. Sand could hear them groaning and straining on their moorings as he sprinted along beside them.

Ahead he saw Moen jump from the dock onto the deck of a whaler and disappear into a door. Sand arrived at the whaler and saw the name of the ship written on it’s bow. ‘The Queen of Bergen.’ Sand thought back to the Queen of Spades playing card Moen had given him. This was the ship his father had worked on. This was where his endgame was to be played out.

Sand jumped without stopping and thudded onto the deck, jarring his knees as he landed on the metal surface. He charged through the door and slipped and stumbled down the metal stairs on the other side of it. He heard Moen’s footsteps ahead of him in the dark passageway.

Another door clanged shut. Seconds later, Sand opened the same door. He was gaining. He burst through onto a gantry. Below looked like the engine room of the ship. As he peered over he realised his mistake. He felt his feet leave the ground as Dag Moen lifted him up off the gantry. Sand spun over the metal railing and began falling.

He reached out. His hand grasped the railing. He dangled in mid-air. Dag Moen sneered over the railing at him. He stamped his foot on Sand’s hand. Sand fell. His feet hit the ground and took the brunt of the impact. The gun slipped from his grasp and slid away. Sand lay still on the cool floor.

Moen stood over him. ‘My father worked on this ship once. He killed and gutted whales here. Fitting that I do the same to you in the same place. You like how my plan has worked out in the end?’

Sand saw the sharp whaler’s knife that Moen raised above his head.

‘Why are you doing this?’ Sand asked. ‘It won’t bring your father back.’

‘You know how it feels to lose someone you love, Detective. Your wife was taken from you.’

‘That was life. Cancer. That’s just what happens. Why do you compare that to your father?’

‘Compare and contrast, Detective. You got to spend your life with someone you love. Share memories. Imagine you had gone through your life knowing your wife was living her’s separately, taken from you, unable to see her, to be with her.’

‘You’re father was a killer. A murderer and a rapist. He wouldn’t have loved you.’

‘You took him from me. You took away the one person who could have given me a family, someone who would have truly loved me.’

‘You’re insane,’ Sand said.

Moen made an animal howl. He raised the whaler’s knife again. The world moved in slow motion. Sand heard the wind outside, the ship creaking and rattling. He saw Moen’s enraged face. The knife glinted as it began to arc through the air. He saw the door above them fly open and Bakke burst through. The gunshot echoed round the metal room. Moen spun round and screamed out in pain. The blade flew from his hand and hurtled towards Sand. He rolled over. The blade embedded itself in Sand’s shoulder.

He saw Moen howling and grasping his hand, destroyed by the bullet that had hit it. Then he disappeared. Bakke got to Sand as he was pulling the blade from his shoulder.

‘You’re okay?’ Bakke said, pulling Sand to his feet.

‘I’ll survive,’ Sand winced as he felt blood running down his side. ‘Where did he go?’

Bakke pointed. ‘Down that way.’

‘I’ll follow him. You head back up and cut him off if he comes out at the top.’

Sand took off down the dark corridor. At the end of it was a stairwell. It led up to a door. Sand came out onto the deck. He looked over in time to see Bakke appear at the other door.

‘Where is he?’ Sand shouted. Bakke shrugged. He couldn’t let him get away, Sand thought. If he did, Moen would never resurface again, or worse, he would kill again.

He ran over to the railing. The ship lurched on the stormy waves. As Sand looked out, a lightning flash illuminated the docks. Sand saw the figure of Moen staggering along. Their was a gangplank that joined the whaler to the shore.

‘Come on,’ he ran past Bakke. Gritting his teeth, Sand faced into the wind and ran. One final effort, he thought. One more battle with evil.

 A2Z-BADGE-100 [2017]

This is part twenty-three of my A to Z Challenge 2017. More information on the challenge, and other stories and blogs taking part in it, can be found HERE.

Throughout April I  hope to publish a section a day, relating to a letter of the alphabet, which in the end will make up a continuous story, all based round the objects found in this children’s jigsaw:


Other entries in the challenge, and a version of the final complete, joined up story can be found here: A TO Z CHALLENGE 2017.

30 responses to “W IS FOR WHALE”

  1. Great narrative, I could visualize the entire scene unfold before me! Only a matter of time now…….

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    1. He’s running out of letters!

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  2. Oooh, exciting! This is so much fun.

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  3. Can’t believe we are at W. It is also for waiting, waiting x

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  4. Great job! You had me on hanging on your every word. Sands really is going to need a paid vacation on a Tropical Island after all this. 🙂 I feel the pain in his body!

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    1. Couple more days and he gets a well earned rest – as will I!

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      1. Oh yes, you deserve 1 too. 🙂

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  5. Great job! I felt the cold rain and wind reading it…

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    1. Thanks. More rain still to come!

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      1. Geez, I need summer! Or at least spring 🙂

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  6. Yay, they’ve got Dag Moen on the run, now! I wonder who’ll get the x-ray, Sand for his shoulder, or Moen for his hand? Or maybe it’ll be something else altogether?

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    1. I’ll give you a clue – it’s something else! 🙂 Almost there, thanks for sticking with it.

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  7. Bakke is a lousy shot. Police, at least in the U.S., are trained to shoot at the torso since it makes a bigger target than then extremities. Of course, he’d just burst through the door and he was firing out of desperation. Only three letters left.

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    1. Harsh, he did save Sand’s life – burst through the door, split second, ship rocking around in the storm. Also, it’s very rare for police officers to actually have to fire their weapon in a real life situation, even in the US I suspect, but more so in Europe. I’m backing him for doing a decent job here! 🙂


      1. I’m pretty sure I cut him some slack at the end of my previous comment. 😉

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  8. A whale of a tale!
    (Sorry…couldn’t resist)

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  9. Edge of the seat stuff. This is just building and building!

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    1. I hope it ends soon…!


  10. Hmm… I’m thinking it isn’t easy to wrap this thing up in an interesting way even when you know when it has to end (at Z) and how it has to end (or maybe not?). Can’t wait to find out.

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    1. I hope you will like the ending. Nothing worse than being disappointed after following the story all the way through!

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  11. Sand needs Gabi for back up. Maybe she runs faster than Bakke.

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    1. He’ll have to make do, Gabi is still on office duties after her encounter with Dag!

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  12. Great action 🙂

    Just one thing, though. I have heard that if you get stub, taking the knife out of the wound is the wrong thing to do, because it will allow blood to run freely, while leaving the blade in will prevent bleeding, well, to a certain point.
    You may want to look into this, especially considering that it looks like Sand is going to excert himself after that stub 😉

    The Old Shelter – 1940s Film Noir

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    1. Depends where the stab wound is. And how desperate you are to continue pursuing your suspect with only 3 letters of the alphabet left until you have to catch them! Thanks for reading.


  13. Oooh, a narrow escape for Sand. Good of Bakke to shoot Dag and damage his hand. What will he do now? Can’t wait to find out 🙂

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  14. mandibelle16 Avatar

    Dean definitely,y isn’t thinking clearly or logically. I would say it’s like the saying, you can’t see the forest from the trees.

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  15. Of course it’s raining! Just Sand’s luck!

    I can’t believe he got that knife in his shoulder! Ouch!

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