the lone sailor looked puzzled and fired off questions
what do you mean work for us at the CIA
what exactly is going on here and what country is this
why did those soldiers torture me
the CIA officer explained that they were in Colombia
to help support the Colombian government
in is war against the drug cartels
they move most of their drugs by sea
using a network of small boats to meet larger ships well off shore
this way the large ships are not vulnerable to detection in ports
one of the small boats carrying a drug consignment went missing last week
the cartel and the Colombian authorities think the package was transferred to your boat
thats why they both came after you when you ran aground
the Colombian military was trying to extract cartel information from you
the cartel is blaming you for the disappearance of a large drug consignment
they have put a big price on your head
of course you are free to leave here and take your chances
or you can work for the CIA
we will give you a totally new identity
and everybody will believe you died at sea
the lone sailor was still puzzled
he turned to the CIA officer and said
I wonder who fed the cartel that false information about me
it must have been someone with something to gain
and another thing how did you know I was approaching the coast
was somebody tracking me during my voyage
the CIA officer smiled like a guilty man trying to deflect the truth
well thats all speculation but the fact is you are a marked man now
we have all your new identity papers prepared
once you agree you will go into training
we will teach you how to forget your old life
and with some cosmetic surgery you will be a totally new man
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 