Pretty Girls and Adventures on the High Seas |
When Dad
retired, my brother took over the family import-export business and it was
beginning to do well. He tried to get me involved before I enlisted in the Navy
but I had adventures in mind, not the kind while sitting in an office.
When I
returned to the States and was mustered out of the Navy, my brother tried to involve me
once again but as soon as I got my Seaman First Class papers, I was looking for
a ship heading for the Far East .
My brother
suggested I get a passport just in case I needed it. Although I thought it was a
waste of time but because he insisted I might need it, I finally said, "okay."
I found a
job on a freighter and was off to the Far East
and the adventures of a lifetime. We put into some small ports but the old
sailors warned me about going ashore. Too many sailors never made it back to
the ship and some were found floating out to sea.
The fun
times were ahead in the bigger cities where morals were looser or non-existent.
By the time we neared port I was tired of stories and wanted to experience life
for myself.
It was a
deep port so we could pull all the way to the dock. The crew on this ship was a
rough and rowdy bunch, so I felt I would be safe as long as I was with them.
Local dock
workers did most of the unloading work and we were given a three day pass.
The guys had
been talking about getting drunk and spending time with women. That was all
they talked about after being at sea for a month. They went over their past
adventures and the fights they had with the local people. After listening to
all that chatter I didn’t know what to expect but I could hardly wait for this
was going to be my greatest adventure so far.
I also
wanted to see some of the sights and get some pictures of temples and the
sidewalk cooking. The captain gave some strict orders about keeping out of
trouble and being back on board before time to sail. I was sure I wouldn’t have
any problem obeying him for I wasn’t going to get in any trouble.
The men hit
the shore running and I was right in the middle of them. Some had been here
before and knew where they were going while others like me were just trying to
find a place with wine, women, and song.
I didn’t
need the wine but was interested in the women. Later as I thought about it, it
must have been all the stories that got me all fired up.
About six or
seven of us went into this bar where there was music playing and women trying
to get men to drink and buy the girls drinks also. I had heard about places
like this but this was a real experience.
A beautiful
girl came over to me and was rubbing up against me. As she was hugging on me
she ordered drinks for us and we went to a table. I couldn’t understand much of
what she was saying even though she was supposed to be speaking English.
I only drank
a few swallows of my drink and was getting dizzy, and I couldn’t see things
clearly.
All at once a
fight broke out. It was my mates fighting with some of the locals. The police
were just outside waiting for a disturbance and they rushed in and arrested
them.
They were
going to take me but the girl I was with told them I wasn’t fighting and to
leave me to her to take care of. The police left and the next thing I knew it
was three days later and my ship had sailed without me.
I eventually
realized I had been doped but couldn’t make any sense as to why the kept me
there for they had my money and seaman’s papers. The pretty girl I had been
drinking with showed up and we had some food. I had many questions and she
answered most of them although not very satisfactorily.
As it turned
out they had my papers and money and I had to cooperate with them or else.
The man the
girl worked for ran the boxing matches among all his other enterprises. I found out I was to be the Yankee villain and
would fight all comers. I told them I wasn’t going to do it for although I had
boxed a little I wasn’t much good at it.
Three goons showed up and whisked me away to where the boxing ring was. They stripped my clothes off and gave me some trunks to put on. Then I had to put on some very light weight boxing gloves. I thought these aren’t much better than fighting bare knuckles.
They urged
me to enter the ring and a moment later there entered a giant of a man. I could
see people betting on one of us although I couldn’t see anyone betting on me
after seeing the monster man I was to fight.
There was
some kind of gong and the fight was on. He lumbered over toward me and I felt
frozen. He gave me a little tap and knocked me down. I rolled to my feet and
realized this was real and I might be fighting for my life. I swung and hit him
on the nose pretty hard.
It looked
like it made him mad for the expression on his face changed and was
frightening. The last thing I remember was being hit in the ribs so hard I
couldn’t breathe.
I awoke the
next day so sore I could hardly move. I already had it figured out but I asked
Cheri Leng (That was the name the pretty girl gave me) what happened and she
said after the rib blow he really went to work on me and after the fight (If
you could call it that) the three thugs brought me back to her place.
Then I
realized she could speak perfect English not like the gibberish she spoke while
at the bar. She said she had to get me ready for my next opponent in four days.
I could
hardly breathe and they wanted me to fight again. I told her didn’t they know I
couldn’t fight?
She said it
didn’t matter! The people wanted to see a white man get beaten up and they were
willing to pay for the privilege.
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