In the straits with no sign of the Knopfler effect.
As we moved through the open waters off the coast of Somalia without a spit of land to be seen a speedboat was seen to hurtling and bouncing through the waters towards us. Instantly people were at the rail craning their necks. Was this the dreaded pirate attack? They were all geared up to repel boarders.
We had armed guards on board with machine guns. There was talk of razor wire to be dangled round the boat. There were anti-pirate ships patrolling the area. All the lower portholes had been battened up with metal plates. We had been given instructions, in the event of an incident, to avoid the outer cabins and congregate away from decks and in the middle of the ship. Was this the start of an attack?
Far from congregating in the centre of the ship we were all hanging off the rail with no sign of razor-wire and no sign of our swarthy, gun-toting protectors.
The boat sped past and disappeared into the distance.