The others were in an excellent mood, but my stomach was doing 360-degree flips. As we marched forward slowly and carefully on the unstable gravel beach, the roaring noise of the waves pounding against the shore grew louder, sickening me even more. “I can’t believe it! America is getting closer and closer!” Rebecca giggled in excitement. “I can feel the freedom already!” I looked down and wanted to vomit. The only thing that was getting closer and closer was their death. As the sea became more visible by each step, the same questions repeated all over again in my head. Was I really about to do this? Was I really about to hand in these innocent people to their deaths? This particular question hung in the air now that I knew the ship was close nearby. The sun was setting, and my heart sank to match its motion. I knew I had to decide quickly or else it’d be too late for the Belinskys. But— A silhouette of a ship appeared in the fog. Rebecca …show more content…
They rowed the boat in the sea of black, but the bright moon gave us enough light to see. As soon as we boarded the ship, it started moving away from the shore. My “uncle”, the strong and stern captain of the ship, gave us a nice welcome and called for some refreshments, but Mr. Belinsky narrowed his eyes and frowned as he spoke with a German accent. Straightaway, the Belinsky family felt that there was something off in the whole situation. Their eyes met the pistols that each crew member held, and Mrs. Belinsky began whispering to her frightened children. My eyes met with Mr. Belinsky’s, and I immediately felt the need to vomit—the rocking of the ship didn’t help. This was too much for a fifteen-year-old. Should I do something that could potentially save the Belinskys? Should I forget about honor and save innocent lives? But how would that be possible when each crew member has a pistol by their side? And how would the Belinskys make it back to shore? I shifted uneasily