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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wicht" data-source="post: 579878" data-attributes="member: 221">Chapter 2:  Hello Cape TrumanThe plane was small and cramped.  Every little bit of turbulence caused it to bounce and jolt.  But other than the constant shaking the flight was uneventful and the two young journalist soon found themselves taxiing into the small airport just outside of Cape Truman.  As they walked out of the airport, looking for a taxi, Andrew called Hugh Rogers on his cellular phone to let him know that they had arrived.“Great!  Great!  This is going to be big!  Real Big!  I can tell.  Now listen, I am working on reserving hotel rooms for you in a place near the shore.  I’ll call back in a couple of hours to let you know more.  Right now just make sure you get down to that ship."They hailed a taxi and in minutes were standing near Pier Two, at the Cape Truman Docks.  The ship, The Bouncing Skipper, was anchored at the pier.  It was a 300 foot long cargo vessel, featuring a single crane.  And it was crawling with police.  The local police had cordoned off an area around the gangplank and appeared not to be letting anyone through.  Just past the cordoned area was a press of reporters, cameramen and photographers.  Overhead a pair of helicopters were circling the area.  A constant buzz of voices filled the air as shapely faces talked into the camera’s“I gotta get a picture of that,” said James, looking at the ship.  He immediately strolled off as he pulled out his camera.Andrew surveyed the scene and decided to try the police officer standing near the cordon.“Hello,” said Andrew as he strode briskly over, “I was wondering if I could look around the ship.”“I’m sorry sir, but no one is allowed on board at the moment except for law enforcement personnel.  They are searching the ship for clues as to what happened and we can’t allow anyone to mess up a potential crime scene.”   “It’s just that my editor wanted me to look for aliens on board.”The police officer looked at Andrew dryly as he repeated,  “I’m sorry sir, but law enforcement is searching for clues to a potential crime and we cannot allow anyone else aboard yet.”“Can I quote you on that?”“Yes.”“Thank you,” said Andrew and turned to walk away.  “Bumblebee’s knees,” he cursed to himself as he walked away.Meanwhile James had finished snapping off pictures of The Bouncing Skipper and was surveying the scene.  There were, he noticed, policemen in rowboats peering down into the water around the ship.  He walked over to the officer by the cordon.  The man looked at James in exasperation.“I told you sir, no one is allowed on board.”“You didn’t tell me,” said James, “You told him.”  James pointed over to Andrew who was walking away, dialing on his cell phone; “We’re twins.”The officer looked over at the back of Andrew and then again at James, “Sorry sir, my mistake.”“That’s alright, I just wanted to know if you thought your fellows on board might need a hand looking for clues.  I wanted to help.”The officer face turned red with frustration and his eyes bulged slightly as he shouted, “Do you want me to arrest you?  Only Law enforcement officials are allowed on board at the moment!  Do I make myself clear?” “Sorry,” said James and he rolled his eyes as he turned to walk over to Andrew, “Some people just don’t want others to help them.”Meanwhile Andrew had just reached Hugh Rogers on the phone, “Hey Boss, we’re at the pier but they won’t let anyone on board the ship, sorry.”“Of course they won’t let you on board,” snapped Rogers over the phone, “It’s a crime scene.”“I thought maybe we could sneak on later, after the police are done.”“Good thinking James.”“This is Andrew.”“Oh right, notebook.  Well, good thinking Andrew.  Try to get aboard after dark.”“After Dark!” said Andrew loudly, “You want me to sneak aboard when it’s dark!?”  The voices around him stopped and a chorus of faces turned to look at Andrew.  Andrew saw that he had suddenly become the center of attention in a sea of reporters.  He smiled weakly and then turning his back to his audience he lowered his voice and repeated, “After dark?  But that will be when its, well, dark?  You sure you want us to wait that long?  We could do it sooner.”“What are you?  Scared of the dark?  And you have three days before I need your first story.  You have plenty of time.  Now stop arguing and just plan on doing it.  And make sure your brother gets me good pictures!”“Yes sir,” sighed James as his boss hung up on him.</blockquote>

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