Ciaran’s Peculier [sic] Blog

It was bound to happen: those Somali pirates who captured a ship carrying over Russian tanks realised that they had struck gold, and as always happens they fell out over the divvying up of the spoils. It’s easy to surmise what happened: some of the pirates, sensing their good luck, suspected that their colleagues were trying to cut them out of any prospective deal. There may have been disagreenents about what to do with the haul. Some might have wanted to bring them back to shore and maybe set up a military theme park which would have attracted tourists; while others favoured flogging them to one (or maybe all) of the varying warring factions in Somalia. A third group may have wanted to open secret negotiations with the Kenyan government, the stated destintation for the tanks. “Hey guv, ya know those tanks ya ordered a while back? What are they worth to ya cos we’ve got ‘em. I’m sure we can come to an arrangement and you can get the money from the insurance. Win-win” Of course there was a minority voice urging that the tanks and the ship be given back. This individual might have found Jesus recently and urged his colleagues to be righteous and be motivated by their consciences. His argument may have fallen on deaf ears; he probably fell, whether on ears or not would be uncertain, but he was certainly dead. So the boys decided to settle the argument with a show of force. It was not that they had a lack of weapons. Anyway three of them were injured; no-one’s sure if any were fatalities. What’s also unclear is the fate of the boat and the tanks, and oh yes they’ve still got the crew.