Sand sprinted as fast as his aching body would carry him along the dock. In the storm he kept losing sight of Moen until the dark was illuminated by a fresh lightning strike and he saw the toiling figure ahead. They ran clear of the hulking whaling ships, now it was private yachts and sailboats that were anchored in a marina, bobbing about on the surf caused by the strong wind.

Moen turned sharply and leapt onto one of the yachts. By the time Sand had drawn level with him he had untied it’s mooring and started the engine. He looked back at Sand as the gap of water between the dock and the yacht grew. Sand could only watch. The sea water would kill him in minutes if he jumped into it, and Sand wasn’t a great swimmer.

Bakke arrived, out of breath. ‘He’s gone,’ he puffed, bending over, hands on knees.

They watched the yacht motor through the harbour. Sand followed the direction it was travelling. ‘It’s never over,’ he said. He left Bakke standing gulping in air as he sprinted along the marina walkway.

At the end of the row of yachts, Moen would have to turn and pass the end of the walkway in order to get out of the harbour. If he passes close enough I can make this, Sand thought.

At full tilt he reached the end of the runway as Moen’s yacht passed by. There was no time to stop and think about distance. It was now or Moen would get away. Sand hit the end of the runway and pushed off with everything he had. For a moment he was airborne, buffeted by the following wind, he stretched out across the swirling water. A desperate hand reached out and grasped at the grabrail. His feet froze as they hit the water. His body slammed into the side of the yacht. His hand closed around the rail. Sand felt himself be pulled along by the yacht.

His shoulder ached from the stab wound. With his good arm he managed to hold on until he could leverage himself up and get a foothold. Gradually he pulled himself up and flipped over the rail onto the deck.

Just as he hit the deck Moen was on top of him. Both men were unarmed. Moen’s fists pummelled Sand’s face and chest. Sand felt his ribs crack under the onslaught. All he could do was put his hands up to protect himself. Moen was the taller and stronger man. The yacht had cleared the dock and was heading to the open water beyond the sheltered harbour under the power of it’s engine. Rain lashed the fighting men. The darkness enveloped them as they left the lights of the land behind them.

Waves crashed over the side of the deck. Sand felt the salt water bite into the open wounds Moen inflicted on his face. Twice he found he was swallowing the bitter water as it covered him. Moen was screaming and raving. Sand couldn’t make out any words, just animal noise.

Moen began to tire. He pulled Sand up. As he did so a huge wave crashed into the side of the yacht as the swell around it grew larger. It threw both of them off balance. Moen fell backwards, he had to let go of Sand as he did so. Another wave threw both of them sprawling across the deck again. The main sail broke free from it’s rigging, the boom began swinging from side to side. The yacht was dangerously unbalanced.

Sand saw Moen grab for something in a box that was secured to the top of the deck. Another wave. Both men emerged at the side of the yacht, clinging onto the grabrail that had stopped them being washed overboard. They pulled themselves up, both exhausted and broken. Moen raised the flare gun at Sand.

The storm seemed to abate for a moment. The swirling sea raged around them, but the yacht sat placidly.

‘Goodbye, Detective Sand. One day I may fish you out of the sea as tiny particles swallowed by a whale. I will think of that everytime I gut a whale or a fish. It will make me smile.’

Sand stared at Moen, a beaten man. ‘Someone else will come for you,’ he shouted.

‘They will never find me,’ Moen sneered.

Suddenly the storm picked up the small yacht again. The boom swung viciously across the deck. Sand, facing it, ducked instinctively. Moen’s flare gun went off just as the boom slammed into the side of his head. The bright red flare shot off the side of the yacht into the night sky. Sand watched as the stunned Moen teetered on the edge of the yacht, then tipped over the side and into the murderous sea.

By the time Sand pulled himself forward to the spot where Moen had disappeared, the black sea had swallowed him. There was no sign of him.

Sand slumped to the deck. A bright searchlight traced a path through the darkness and found him. The coastguard boat pulled alongside. Sand saw Bakke at the bow.

 A2Z-BADGE-100 [2017]

This is part twenty-five 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 have published 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:


For all the other parts of the story, and to read from the start, visit here: A TO Z CHALLENGE 2017.

35 responses to “Y IS FOR YACHT”

  1. Hmmm. Disappeared into the sea. What are the chances that Moen would show up in Serengeti, running around with zebras?

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    1. Bit of a stretch to fit into this story, I’ll keep it as a back up 🙂

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      1. That’s very nice of you to say. It’s also why I’m in awe of how you weave the words into the story. My storyline with these words would have been all over the place 😂

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  2. Iain, may I say, you have done an amazing job getting out on the tightrope here and delivering every day, the next bit of this story, keeping the suspense and the pacing. Hats off to you .

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    1. Thanks Shehanne, glad you have enjoyed it and stuck with it. It has been great fun writing it, although it will be nice to have some time back again now that’s almost over!

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      1. Yeah, I get that. but you know this is a lengthy piece over all, so well done again

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  3. I thought Bakke’s shot shattered one of Moen’s hands, but you wrote that his “fists” were hitting Sand. Did I misunderstand?

    I know Sand was obsessed with catching Moen, but the harbor patrol or coast guard obviously would have done so anyway.

    That said, it was a terrific climax to your tale and I’ve really enjoyed it. Well done. Can’t wait for the wrap up with “Z” tomorrow.


    1. Fair point, I’ll go with he’s a crazed killer and out of his mind, Sand has driven him out of his mind, animal instincts have kicked in, he’s desperate – so he’s using his fists despite the pain! Glad it didn’t spoil your enjoyment too much.

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      1. It’s not a criticism so much as an observation. It’s much easier to see these little details in someone else’s story than in your own. I’ve experienced that first hand (no pun intended).

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  4. A dramatic conclusion! Great job!
    Thanks for the great, suspenseful story1
    Will this be the last we hear of Sands? I hope not! But I do believe he needs a well deserved vacation. 🙂 You deserve a break to! 😉

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    1. Thanks Joy, glad you liked it. Still ‘Z’ to go, but I’ve written that one and will enjoy a little break! 🙂

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  5. Ah, but is Moen really dead? There’s no body and one letter to go. Not sure how Zebra is going to fit in. Back to the zoo, or maybe work it in with an idiom (he can talk the stripes of a zebra…a zebra can’t change its stripes)? I wonder if you’ll leave us assuming Moen died in the water even though there was no body, then he’ll reaapear for next year’s A to Z for another round with Sand?

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    1. All good possibilities, one more to go that will answer a couple of them 🙂

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  6. Wow! This one had me leaning into the computer. I guess that’s the same as the idiom of being “on the edge of your seat.” Exciting!

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    1. Glad it had that effect and worked as a ‘thriller’ 🙂

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  7. Absolutely breathtaking. I’m exhausted just reading it – you must be shattered Iain!

    Another day in Amble Bay!

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    1. Looking forward to things calming down tomorrow, a trip to Amble Bay to recover I think 🙂


  8. huh…we know this guy…he’s a cat…another few lives/disappearances? 🙂

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    1. Always leave it open for a sequel, just in case! 🙂


  9. I’m dying to see how you work in zebra. Another Norwegian name perhaps?

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    1. Apparently there aren’t any zebras running around wild in Norway. Unhelpful zebras. 🙂

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      1. You did just fine with black and white…

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  10. Phew! After all that, perhaps ‘Z’ stands for “catching some z’s”?

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    1. Z is for Zebra, finishing off with a tricky one!

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      1. Can’t wait! You did an awesome, non-obvious deployment of S, if I didn’t mention it before.

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      2. Thanks Liz, Z was a tricky one but I hope you like it!


  11. That was a great climax. I really enjoyed the fight and the atmosphere (the darkness, the storm). Only little thing, the boom hitting Moan smells a little bit of deus ex machina. I would have preferred an ending that really depended on Sand. Like for example, if ‘he’ cut the boom rigging.
    But great work 😉

    The Old Shelter – 1940s Film Noir

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    1. Interesting point. Like any police officer, I think Sand would be reluctant to kill someone, he would rather catch them. Whether he could be driven to kill in desperate circumstances is another matter of course.


  12. What a way to reach the finishing line! I’m glad I’m reading this one and the next post all at once. I don’t think I would have been able to wait for another day to read the ending. Kudos on the story, Iain. You’ve kept the readers’ interest peaked throughout 🙂 You, my friend, should take a well deserved break 🙂


  13. Great climax. I’m exhausted just from reading. I feel like I should be sopping wet in addition! I love how you got the two of them alone on the yacht. No one else to intervene, no one else to save either one of them. Mano y mano down to the bitter end.

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  14. Thrown overboard, eh? Hope he doesn’t surface again, the animal that is.

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    Sounds like to easy a death for Moen who should have gone to prison and been incarcerated. It is still ‘poetic justice’ to be sure.

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  16. Saved in the nick of time! But where is the body of Moen? There has to be a body or Sand will never have any peace!

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  17. Wow! Now that was a dramatic conclusion. I’m curious to see how you’ll wrap this up. Glad I don’t have to wait for a day to read the finale! Great work, Iain. 😊

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