Just as suddenly as the storm hit us, it vanished.   We were all somewhat stunned.  We began cleaning up the aftermath left behind as everything in the boat and above deck looked like we all felt; broken and undone.

No sooner did we straighten everything up, another storm enveloped us.  Thunder, and lightning, amidst the furious darkness.  We held tight.   Behind us, Hazak disappeared in and out of the huge swells.   Again, I heard: “This was waiting for them…”  And once again, Yod Hey only saw it in the distance behind them.

  That storm finally passed.   It was difficult, but bearable, because the first storm forced us to prepare ourselves; hatches battened, lines wrapped tightly, sails rift etc.  It was now evening, and we had about a day and a half ahead of us before reaching Marathon, Florida.  

“…(fuzz) …on this civilian maritime 07 (fuzz)…  break, break, over?…”   Came a faint call over the radio.

I turned the squelch up.   “This is (fuzz)… on this maritime 07, Do you copy, over?…”

When the reception became clear we were astonished.   “It’s Rambo frik’n Ray!!!” I shouted as if I just resurrected out of a coma.   We couldn’t believe it, after some five days of sailing aimlessly lost somewhere between Cuba and the Bahamas, Ad-nai  placed Simiron right in our return path.

They were beyond exhausted, had little fuel, and had lost their navigation instruments.

“Hey Simiron, glad to see your still with us, over…” Came Smokey’s faint voice over the radio.

“YOU!!!” Responded Rambo Ray “… Are an old, dilusional, fool, and those psychotic and evil kids with you… I swear!!! You’re fish food when I see you. Maritime 07 break, break.”

For the remainder of the trip, we enjoyed the comic relief of hearing Rambo Ray flipping out on the Yod Hey. In looking back, it wasn’t actually funny, but I confess, in my humanness I didn’t mind hearing them get put through the coals.   I too was angry.   I still couldn’t believe that my family and I had sailed through blizzard conditions, got frozen in, layed sideways nearly shipwrecked, and so much much more, yet never once did we so much as consider giving up, and now here we were going backwards.

By this time, Simiron had just about run out of fuel as yet another storm approached.  We came near their port in heavy seas, and tossed them a long line with two five gallon tanks of diesel.   This allowed them to make it back to Marathon.   A third storm covered us, and this one lasted, and lasted, and lasted, all night long.   We were beyond exhausted.

  Finally we arrived at Marathon.  With the little strength I had left, I prepared our dingy to go ashore.  I had to see the Yod Hey’s crew.  I had no idea what to say to them, but I had to say something.  

There… At the end of the City Marina dock, was Smokey heading my way. 

“Father.” I asked, “…please don’t let me do or say anything wrong.”

A burst of adrenalin made my body shake as Smokey drew near.   “Are you safe now?…”  I asked with a stern voice.

“Sure’am!” He responded with a smile.

“Good! Then my mission is accomplished… Shalom” I answered as I walked away.

“Bye!…” He said with a sarcastic wave.

“Yes… Bye” I repeated sarcastically.   At that he turned and came toward me…

To be continued.

Aleph Tav’s motor went silent.  

  By the way, if you didn’t already know; when you see a beautiful sailboat with its majestic sails raised proud, a white wake on its bow, there is a brass prop connected to a motor beneath all that glamour. Sure, most sailboat captains will say: “I love to sail…”, but very few would dare leave port without that trusty motor.   In fact, if you see water spit out of the back of a sailboat in intervals, just grin and say: “wow… Look at that sailboat go…”

  Faced with the most discouraging decision ever, we now had to bleed the fuel lines, as Yod Hey distanced herself from us.   Breathing diesel fumes in the middle of swell leads to one thing alone: lots and lots of vomiting…

“I SWEAR I’M GONNA PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE  #%&@ing MOUTH so #%&@ing HAAAARD!!!!” ranted Andre over the radio.

“Andre!” I attempted to calm him in between vomits, “For the sake of their life, we have no other choice, we have to escort them back.”

“I’LL #%&@ing KILL THEM ALL MYSELF, THEN WE WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THEIR #%&@ing SAFETY ANYMORE, WILL WE?!!!!!!!” Raged Andre

After some time, we finally got our engine running, turned Aleph Tav around, and Hazak followed perfectly behind.   Yes, at times we all come to face with situations where there are no other options, and even Andre came to realize that… I’m sure the fact that his boat was being towed by Aleph Tav helped his decision.

For a couple days we sailed without saying a word.   All we could hear behind us, from time to time was a faint:

“I’M GONNA PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE  #%&@ing MOUTH so, so, so #%&@ing HAAAARD!!!!”

It was dreaded…   Like being in a never ending funeral procession in slow motion, not knowing where the cemetery was.  Except in this case, it was all somehow to preserve life; the life of people who now left us far behind.

It was silent, miserable, hopeless… Indescribable.   Four days… Four long, long days and nights staring at a compass bobbing back and forth.  

Then it came… Right from behind with little warning; a severe tropical depression.   By this time, we had caught up with La Victoria, and were sailing side by side.  Like a freight train we got hit with a severe storm, the worst we had ever experienced at sea.   Unable to reef the sails, both La Victoria and Aleph Tav went from 3 knots to 7 knots in seconds, and we were both heeled to starboard with our sails near the water.  Neither Captain or I could control our vessel other then to just hold on to what ever the course set by the storm.   The rain struck like bullets, and we had zero visibility.

“STARBOARD!!! STARBOARD!!! STARBOARD!!!”  Shouted Captain over the radio, unaware that the storm had whipped Aleph Tav hard to starboard.  

“We’re good! We’re good Captain.  We’re good!!!” I assured him, having seen a brief glimpse of La Victoria through the darkness, and realizing the storm had affected both our vessels with perfect synchronicity.

Yod Hey who was now some 20 miles ahead of us, only saw the dark storm far behind them…

“This was waiting for them…”  I heard in my spirit.

To be continued

I looked at Lisa with disbelief…  I just couldn’t grasp the thought that after some four months of suffering, and so much loss, everything we, and even loved ones had gone through, was being weighed on a broken balance.   It’s as if we had prepared for the toughest marathon of our lives, and suddenly,  when we were so close to the finish line, someone who just joined in decides to quit…  

One may wonder: what’s the big deal?… Let them quit.   …Just keep running.

Oh…  If it was that simple.  You see, out in the middle of the ocean, you can’t quit and walk home.   Quitting means, making a journey identical to the hell you have just suffered, going BACKWARDS!!!… And in their case, they were in a 27 foot boat with a skipper consumed with fear, and a young couple with no sailing experience.

Still one may wonder?… That’s their decision.   …You keep running.

Oh… How I wish we could have just done that.   But once again, the journeys Ad-nai places before us, have twists and turns with crucial moments of decision that are never simple… Actually, the decision is always simple, but the consequences are eternal…

I sat on the bottom deck experiencing a range of emotions that have no words to describe, but they lead only to one thing… Weeping… And I wept…

There haven’t been many moments in my life where I have literally cried out to G-d.   This was one of them… Perhaps the worst of them…

“Have I done something wrong???  Have my words, thoughts, actions, or deeds, disqualified me and my family…”  My question revealed the broken state of mind I was in.  Certainly on any normal day, this would be a very ridiculous question; I’m certain that my words, thoughts, actions, and deeds, disqualified me every day.  But still,  I asked.  Perhaps because even in my brokenness I knew I was not called for this mission because of my words, thoughts, actions, or deeds…

“Please Father!… Please!… Tell me what I’ve done, that I may repent and continue forward… Don’t leave me here not knowing what to do… Please!!!!… I don’t know what to do…” I cried and cried…

After what seemed like an endless eternity, a simple whisper came to me: “Torah preserves life, will they be alive before they make it back home?”

Then I remembered the words Smokey had just spoken, “We’re all gonna die!!!”

So I answered, “I can’t say if they will live or die, but I have the Torah on board Aleph Tav, and I can follow them back home to do my best to help them stay alive…”

Funny, I wanted so much to “repent” for something, so that I could continue forward.   What an oxymoron, considering that “teshuvah” (repentance in Hebrew) means to turn around…

I rose up and looked at Lisa.   “Honey… Is there any other way?…”  I asked.   “No Peter, we have to do what we have to do…”

“But this means everything we have gone through has been for nothing.   And now, all our provisions for the trip forward, will be spent going back to that forsaken gnat infested, redneck, anti  Jewish, racist confederate hell hole, with no way or means to make the journey again!…” I vented 

“I know…” She answered as she prepared for the trip back.  

“Captain… We have to take them back.”   I spoke over the radio.

La Victoria prepared to turn around right behind Yod Hey.

Andre who had become extremely seasick from gutting his prize barracuda came on the radio:  “Dad…   what the #%&@ is GOING ON!!!!!!!????   I SWEAR I’M GONNA PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE  #%&@ing MOUTH!!!!”

Just then, a heavy swell tossed us up and over, just enough for the motor’s intake to swallow up a gulp of air.   And let me tell you, if you didn’t already know; diesels do not like air in the fuel lines.

To be continued 

“Preacher, the Rabbi sailed down the ICW…” Came Smokey’s voice over the radio. “… He has no sailing experience!!!  He’s gonna get himself and all of us killed.   We are all gonna DIE!!!… My crew and I are turning back right now.”   

“Smokey, I’ve made this trip many times.   We’ve had some head winds for three days, and we are goi’n against the gulf stream current, but it should get better soon as the winds change, and we head down the windward passage… Don’t know, what ya think…” Explained the Captain.

My blood rose to a level I had never experienced before.  I was at a loss for words.   Then a memory came to me; I was about 5 years old.  My Grandma was there staring at me with tears in her eyes while I as playing.  I was entertaining my self as I always did, when I got tired of playing with my toys;   I carved out a piece of wood into the shape of a boat, and spent hours rigging a little sailboat.   I was not satisfied until it was so perfectly balanced that it could actually sail on its own.   And sail it did, as I lost all of the sailboats I made because I had no way of turning them back when I put them in the ocean…

“Your Grandfather would have loved you…” I recall my grandma’s words.   “He had a three mast schooner, and he always wanted a son to teach him how to sail… He never had a son, and he died long before you were born… When your mon was still a girl…” She continued.  “And here you are, making sailboats that work, and no one has ever taught you how to do that…   It’s as if your Grandfather is in you…”

I then remember  how thrilling it was later as a teenager, getting into a real sailboat, and actually controlling it for the first time, as if I had done it all my life.  

… Perhaps I was in such shock, that I temporarily shut down to moments in my childhood.

Then I came to my senses and thought:  “Wait a minute!!! This trip has nothing to do with my sailing ability…”

“Captain,” I interjected, “I’m not sure why we’re talking on a side Channel, discussing things that affect everyone.  And by the way, we are not here because of our sailing abilities; we are here because G-d called us to go on this journey to bring Torah to Haiti… And Smokey,”  I continued, “We are not going to die! Ad-nai is with us.”

“There’s a storm coming!!!” Shouted Smokey, “You’al can go’n and die.   We are turning this vessel around and heading back.  My crew is 100% behind me!”

After everything we had suffered and even lost, here we were so close…

“Smokey! It’s not the storms going forward that we need to be worried about, it’s the storms we’ll face going backwards that concern me…”

To be continued

Barracuda

We sailed for a couple of days on the grand Bahama Bank, then we encountered the effects of the Gulf Stream.   There, your vessel may be moving over the water at 5 knots, but with a 2 and at times 3 knots current against you, you are actually only traveling at about 2 knots.   Motoring through this long stretch would waste much fuel, so sailing patiently is the key.  Now, if in addition to this current you have head winds, you are forced to make wide tacks between the Bahamas and Cuba, traveling some 20 miles to gain 5 or 6.  Well, you guessed it; head winds it was.  

After 72 hours of tacking we were all thrilled to see that Grande Inagua was only one day away. There, we would stop to get some provisions, and get some much needed rest.  In addition, from Grande Inagua we would head out of the Gulf Stream down the windward passage into Haiti.   We had traveled two thirds of the most difficult part of the journey. The rest would be easy and even enjoyable.

Behind us there seemed to be lots of excitement on Hazak.   After days of trolling, Andre’s fishing pole curved violently, as the drag on his reel screamed.   He reeled and reeled, arched back, and reeled some more. The battle went on for quite some time.   Then came the news over the radio: “Mom!… I just caught  a BARRACUDA!!!”

Captain Raymond decided we should all anchor for a while to celebrate our five day accomplishment.  We were pretty spent at this point, but Captain, a seasoned sailor who had made this passing countless times, knew there was good cause to celebrate.

“Rabbi, this crossing has taken me 12 days… We have done exceptionally well. Praise Adonaia!” Cheered the Captain.

By now all four vessels were gathering and dropping anchor.  Noah began taking out our mask and fins, and everyone began changing into their bathing suits.   The water looked like something out of paradise.  Although we were in 15 feet depths, the water was so clear, we could see the reef full of colorful marine life beneath us.

Yod Hey came slowly past us and got close to La Victoria.  Smoky stood on the bow frantically waving his hands as if trying to send an emergency signal to Captain.  Something didn’t feel right…   We could see both Smoky and Captain speaking on the radio, but we could not hear the transmission.  This could only mean they went dark… (Changing to an unmentioned Chanel to have a private conversation…)

Lisa began scanning through the radio channels… Then she looked at me.   “They’re on Channel ten…” She said with a concerned voice.       

Nothing we had suffered up to this point, could have prepared us for what was about to happen.

To be continued

MIA

Once again every crew member on each vessel ran to the orders of each captain as we prepared to set sail.   Before our anchor was pulled up, something caught the side of my eye.  A reef sailed past our stern.  Sure enough, it was Rambo Ray, dressed in camouflage with a  scarf blowing in the wind.  

“Go! Go! Go! Go!!!”  I shouted to the crew, holding the muddy anchor chain in my hands.  One by one all five vessels headed out of Marathon.    Hazak’s motor stopped running suddenly, so we pulled it behind Aleph Tav.

Several adjustments had to be made to the crews prior to our departure.   La Victoria lost Captain Raymond’s son in law Ben, who decided to crew on Cimeron.   She also lost Matt, the Pizza maker, who decided to return to Steinhatchee to make pizzas.  A young man named Kaile, interested in mission work, came and joined La Victoria’s crew.

Aleph Tav lost Andre and Karah who now had to crew their own vessel.   Our nephew Zachary promptly accepted the invitation to join us.   He had no funds to fly in to Marathon, but he stepped out on faith, and once again Ad-nai provided…

There were no changes on Yod Hey’s crew. 

Off we went, sails raised high and heeling to starboard.   Even Hazak who was under tow, raised her sails proudly.   We were thrilled.    Although we had traveled for over two months just to get to this point, THIS moment felt as if it was the very beginning of our journey.   We were leaving the US, and heading to Haiti with a 150 year Torah scroll that survived the haulocost.

Night fell and the last faint lights of the the United States vanished behind us.  At about 2am the gentile shush of the hull moving over the waves was interrupted by a call over the radio.   “Cimeron, Cimeron,  do you copy!… Over.”

It was Captain Raymond.   I had dosed off and didn’t realize Captain had been hailing Cimeron for somtime with no response.

A faint fuzzy message came all broken up: “… 30 miles off course… (fuzz)…Fell asleep… Trying to get bearing….”

“Cimeron, what is your lat and long?” Asked Captain.

“…(fuzz).. Off course (fuzz)..”

“Cimeron, your lat and long!!! What’s your lat and long?” Insisted the Captain.

“…(fuzz)…” The radio went silent.

Without knowing their position, we had no way of helping or even sending them help, especially in international waters.  As time passed, our only hope and prayer was that Cimeron turned back.

To be continued

The old sailor attached the halyard line to the back of our dingy.   “Ok, now pull slowly at first, then increase the pressure as the boat begins to lean.” He instructed.  

The principal was actually rather simple, and in fact we had successfully attempted a similar maneuver with Aleph Tav, when we leaned her under a bridge.   Only this time, it was to raise Hazak’s keel off the bottom.    I began pulling the halliard line gently, then with a bit more pressure as Hazak began to lean over.   Then the dreaded unthinkable… Snap, snap, snap!!! All three shrouds on the starboard side snapped in unison, and the mast came toward me in an uncontrollable freefall.

Andre managed to jump and hurdle over all the cables and lines that whipped in every direction across the deck.   The old sailor with his hands raised to heaven, shouted obscenities.   I just buried my head into the palm of my tired hands and asked:  “Why…”

Hazak was now not only stuck, she was demasted.   A mess of tangled cables and lines laid on the water, the boom was snapped in two, and the mast slowly began to vanish into the deep.    The old sailor helped us pull the tangled mess out of the water and onto the deck. “Sorry guy, that wasn’t suppose to happen…” He mumbled as he floated off on his dingy.  And so, yet a new project was added to the list.   New shrouds, as well as front and back stays, for Hazak. 

Finally the day came.   A good weather window opened up and every one scrambled to wrap up last minute projects.

“Maa gaash Rabbi, what do you recon’ we go’n do with Rambo Ray?  He’s fix’n to sail into Haiti with us, and he’s serious…!”

“Can his boat make that crossing?…”  I asked

“Says it can… Don’t know Rabbi, he’s convinced he has been sent on a special op mission to protect us, or some nonsense like that.” Continued Captain.

“Cimeron, Cimeron, Cimeron… This is Cimeron, calli’n La Victoria on this 07 civilian line.   Do you copy? Over…”  Came a voice over the radio.

“Gaash… There he is right now!… Go head!”  Responded Captain

“Pastor, I just wanted to let you know my sources told me every one has checked out affirmative, but I’m telli’n  you right now, I’m not risking my life for those psychotic ungrateful evil Justin and Chelsea kids, or that delusional Smokee old idiot!… If they compromise the mission, I’ll turn them into fish food first chance I get! Cimeron, Cimeron, Cimeron standing by on this maritime 07… out.”

It was Rambo Ray on the radio.   For some reason, he had a very strong dislike for Yod Hey and her crew, and he was not timid about it.

The next day, I went for a dingy ride to admire the beautiful vessels anchored all around us.   I’ve always been fascinated by the design and rigging of sailboats.   Way down at the end of the harbor, there where several abandoned boats laying on their side at low tide.    Near them was an old boat with several other small boats attached to it.   The boat had rust stains running down it’s side where the shrouds came into the deck, and the hull was incased in three inches of marine life.   Several friendly dogs and a fat cat emerged out of the companion way to greet me.  On the stern was a faint hand painted name, it read Cimeron.

To be continued

It was difficult to conceal the reason for Andre’s sudden and mysterious boat restoration for much longer.   I finally let Lisa in on the conversation I had with Andre, and she did what Moms do; she voiced her concern and did her best to bring us all back to reality.   But at times, when faith is activated, even Moms cannot avoid the inevitable.  

Moved by Andre and Kerah’s determination to our mission in Haiti, a beautiful congregation, friends and anonymous donors were lead to offer the funds necessary to purchase the vessel, and they became the happy owners of a 30ft Coranado.   Hazak (strength in Hebrew) was added to the fleet.  

There was now even more work to accomplish before our journey, and even more funds needed and once again, every last penny needed was provided.

It was amazing to see G-d providing for all our needs, yet at times it seemed as if some unseen force was throwing us curveballs at every turn.  Like the time when the owner of a used boat parts shop ordered a rare pulley for Captain Raymond’s water pump.   After the part was delayed for weeks, the shipment finally arrived on the very day that the poor fellow decided  to end it all by jumping off a bridge.   The pulley was sent back for more delays and had to be resent to a business that suddenly ceased to exist.  

Then there was the time when we decided to move Hazak close to Aleph Tav so we could work on her.  It was to be a very simple dingy tow in a very calm harbor.    All was well until I towed the vessel across a poorly marked portion of the harbor and Hazak came to a sudden stop.   I tried pulling her in every direction for hours, but no go; we could not free the helpless vessel from the mud.  Frustrating, but the solution was simple: wait about seven hours for the next high tide. 

All would have been just fine, but then came another one of those curve balls.   While preparing to head back to Aleph Tav, an old sailor showed up on a dingy.   His skin was dark from years of being in the sun, and his hair was curled by the salty sea.  He had a gold ring through his ear and his eyes were bright blue. “Your doing it all wrong! Trust me, I’ve been at this all my life.   There’s a way to free that boat, and it’s not the way your doing it.”  He instructed.

“Ah… It’s ok.  We’ll just wait for high tide.”  I answered hoping to be left alone.   But the man persisted. 

“Here!… Take that halyard line and attach it to the dingy.” The old sailor instructed as he pointed to our mast.

“It’s ok, we’ll be fine in a few hours.” I answered.

“You really need to learn to do this regardless, because some day you may not have a height tide to help you… Here! Just hand me that halyard line and I’ll attach it to the dingy!” He persisted with his hand extended to receive the halyard line.  Andre handed him the Halyard line…

To be continued

At Marathon, what was to have been several days turned to several weeks, due to the inaccessibility of parts in the area.   More over, without a vehicle, we had to walk 40 minutes to get a simple screw, or pay to take a cab at every turn.  

Meanwhile a new development arose.  Andre and Kerah went to see the vessel that the young couple had rejected.  To our surprise, the sailboat had a lot of potential, and the price was a steal.  

“What are we going to do Dad?  This boat is so perfect for me and Kerah.   It will allow us to travel to Haiti, and will provide us with a home once we are there so we can focus on the orphanage projects without worrying where to live.   …and the price is so amazing Dad, but we have ministered on tour for almost two years and have no money.”  Explained Andre in frustration.  

As a Dad, I so desired to give Andre and Kerah the funds they needed, but now more than ever, I had nothing to give, except… some  Kingdom advise:   “Tell the owner you will be purchasing the vessel, then begin to clean it.  Repair what is damaged, and prepare it for the journey.   If you believe, do the part that is possible.  What is impossible, El Shaddai (G-d will provide).

Later that evening, Lisa and I enjoyed some alone time watching the peaceful boats anchored in the harbor.   The sun lighting up the water and sky with a warm fiery red, opening the scene for a perfect romantic moment.   A wisp of Lisa’s hair came across her cheek.  I smiled as my heart skipped a beat.   Then she opened her lips to speak: “…I am sooo glad those two don’t have the money to buy some dumb boat.”  She said with a sigh of relief.

“…boat?!” I exclaimed as that preverbal needle scratched across the record in my mind. Oops, I mean: as the MP3 file froze up in my head… Oh, never mind.  

“Well, They sure don’t have any money right now…”  I answered doing my best to avoid the subject.

“Can you imagine Andre out there in that huge ocean all by himself? with Kerah?!…”  Continued Lisa.

“Well…You shouldn’t really worry about that at this time…”   I responded.

“What do you mean, ‘I shouldn’t really worry about that at THIS time???’  Peter!… Look at me! What is the matter with you? Do you think it’s ok for Andre to be out there in that ocean? In a boat? With Kerah?” She demanded.

“No… Uh… Well, That’s what my mom said about me and you, remember?   But any way, like you said: they don’t have any money right now.” I assured her.

The next morning every one was busy as usual, running around getting things done.  

“Peter!… Why is Andre on that boat fixing ropes and cleaning the deck?!…” Lisa asked with the keen sense of a detective on the verge of solving a crime.

To be continued

Hours became longer and longer as Yod Hey maintained radio silence through the night.   The next day, we continued calling Yod Hey with no response.   It was impossible to enjoy the beautiful sailing conditions, not knowing the werabouts of the smallest boat in the fleet.   Captain Raymond’s only comfort rested in Smoky’s many years of sailing experience.  Still, any comfort was short lived as we imagined what could possibly be wrong every minute that passed.

Finally we made the dreaded call to the coast guard.   We sailed slowly, listening helplessly to the coastguard’s radio calls to any vessel who may have had a visual on Yod Hey, but nothing…

We arrived at Marco Island and waited… We had been praying since we had lost contact with Yod Hey, by now we were concerned to hear what could have happened.

A faint call came over the radio.   It was Boat US (sort of like AAA for boats).  Yod Hey was being towed.

I can’t describe how relieved we all were.   Apparently their batteries were low and they decided to turn off the radio in order to preserve battery power.   Eventually, without wind and unable to start the motor, they called Boat US for a tow.

We sat down and reflected on the experience.   Captain Raymond strongly suggested several ideas to avoid this scenario from happening in the future. 

We rested for a couple of days, then it was off to Marathon.   There, we would be able to make the necessary repairs on Yod Hey.   We tossed 200ft of heavy tow line off the stern of Aleph Tav, and much to Smoky’s disappointment, we towed Yod Hey all the way to Marathon.

It wasn’t before long that we realized we all needed to make some repairs and adjustments before leaving the Florida Keys.    La Victoria developed a serious cooling problem due to a water pump that was rebuilt incorrectly.  Aleph Tav was fitted with a new cylinoid to help start the motor.

A man riding a dingy with bullet holes all over it, made several passes around Aleph Tav.   He was wearing army camo, and a thick scarf around his neck…

“I’ve had you on satellite surveillance this whole time, and I now have my men keeping an eye on you. You will be safe, which is more then I can say about Justin and Chelsea… I have to go for now, but I will be watching…”

This was Rambo Ray…

To be continued