"America's fifth fleet, Colonel Nenheim Baird?" Mr. Abadi's head was in a fog as he tried to understand. He wasn't brave enough to rob an American freighter, and it was late at night, and no one was at sea.
"What happened at sea? Can you explain the details?" Abadi did not dare rob an American freighter, but that did not mean he would pretend to be a coward in front of an American.
Twenty minutes ago, north latitude and twelve point zero five east longitude forty-seven point five seconds, your blue pirate ship, unexpectedly collided with a cruise missile destroyer; the Eagle Aaron that was cruising in that area. But the pirate ship was sunk by us."
"The blue pirate ship?" Abadi was suddenly enlightened. "I know what is going on. Not long ago, when the ship was anchored at the dock, someone took the opportunity to rob it. But who would have the guts to hit a missile destroyer?"
