I lay on the abandoned construction site holding half a piece of moldy bread, freezing and unconscious.
A man wrapped in a black robe asked in jerky Chinese: "Do you want to see the real sea?"
Three days later I stood on the coast and watched the pirate leader Bashir feed the traitor to the sharks.
"Welcome to the Raging Shark." The bloody scimitar slapped my face, "If you want to survive, kill first."
The first time I hijacked a ship, I was forced to pull the trigger, and blood splattered all over the side of the ship.
When returning, the second-in-command, Hassan, smiled sinisterly: "Bashir is old, and the newcomers will not live long."
When Hassan's rebels broke into the camp, Bashir, who was seriously wounded, thrust the shark necklace into my hand.
"Now... You are the shark of the angry waves!"
Gunshots were approaching outside the window, and the blood-stained necklace felt hot in my palms.
