Edited by English Rose
June 21, 2003
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Chapter 1 Hong Kong 1950
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"Ah fuck! "The voice yelled from under the blanket.
A neatly polished boot kicked the bundle under the blanket again.
"Let me be! Oh my fucking head! What hit me?" The voice growled from under the blanket again.
"I am afraid it was that whiskey river that you tried to drain last night old boy." Captain Jeffrey Chambers said.
"Where am I?" The voice asked.
"Oh you are in jail Old sport. I am afraid that you caused a bit of a fuss last night. Made rather a mess at one of our favorite watering holes and all that." The commissioner of British police stationed in Hong Kong replied.
"How did I get here?" The voice asked.
Captain Chambers stood next to the jail house bunk in full dress uniform as he said, "Well, one of my chaps had to bop you on the head before they could collect you. It took three of my men to get you in the back of the wagon, as you see. "
"Ah Fuck! What did he hit me with?" The voice moaned sorrowfully.
Captain Chambers began, "Buck up old boy. You'll live. But I am afraid that you will have to pay a bit of a fine as well as the damages which you caused. The owner of the bar is screaming bloody murder, you see, and he ... well you know."
Slowly the man on the jail cell bunk pulled the blanket down from over his head. Colonel Samuel Kincade United States Marines retired looked up at the ceiling and belched.
Captain Chambers said, "That's a good fellow. Now then, your man is in my office waiting for you. He's made your bail, and you can be on your way. However, you will have to come back to pay the damages at the hearing."
Sam asked, "Chung Low is here?"
Captain Chambers replied, "Yes Indeed --- I say, wherever did you meet such a brute of a man?"
Sam answered, " Ah well, It was when I was flying P Forties in China for the Flying Tigers. One day we were setting up an early warning post in one of the outlying villages when my group came under attack by Japanese commandos. At that time, Chung was a Chinese under ground fighter. I guess it was just dumb luck. He was about to be executed by the Japanese when I came storming into their camp with my Tommy gun blazing. Since then, he has dedicated his life to me. I mean that he thinks that I saved his life, and he thinks that he owes his life to me. In China it's that way. When a person saves your life, you then owe that person a debt of gratitude. Since then, he has dedicated his life to me as my protector. Then when America entered the war, we were separated. I went back to the states to reclaim my commission in the Marines. After the war, we both some how landed up here. I guess he sought me out, and we have been together ever since. "
Chambers replied, "I say. That's quite a story."
Sam began to arise from the bunk.
"Watch your step old boy. These old Chinese jails have low ceilings. Don't bump your head when you get up from there." Chambers chuckled as he exited the jail cell.
"Very funny." Sam retorted.
Standing to his full height, Sam made an imposing figure. Years in the United States Marine Corps had made Sam big and brawny. His usually clear blue eyes were clouded with the effects of a monster hang over. His head pounded such that he pressed both of his hands upon his head. Then he ran his fingers through his closely cut black hair.
"Uuuwee that was a bad one." Sam said to himself.
Sam brushed his rumpled and torn gray suit off with his hands as he walked to Jeffrey Chambers' office. Since this wasn't the first time that he had been a guest of the British police, Sam knew the way. In fact, Sam and Jeffrey were old friends. In these days of unrest in Hong Kong, the Americans and the British found it advantageous to take care of each other. There was a civilian police force consisting of mostly Chinese, but when the shit hit the fan, it was the British who had the real authority and final say over things.
Wearing the traditional Chinese costume which consisted of a black silk tunic and pants Chung Low said," Why do you disgrace me this way?" Sam replied, "Stop being a mother hen. I'm all right."
Chung began again, "You drink too much. You always get in trouble when you drink too much. What was it this time? Was it another woman? You know that Hong Kong is a very dangerous place. There is all manner of cut throats here. One night when I'm not there to watch your back, someone will slit your throat."
Sam waved his hand through the air, "I should never have taught you to speak English. All right, I am sorry mother hen. Come on let's get out of here."
The mother hen thing was a running joke between the two men. As far as mother hens were concerned, Chung Low didn't fit the mold. Mother hens are supposed to be little nervous individuals who are afraid of their own shadows. Chung Low on the other hand was a big man. He towered over Sam's six foot frame by as many as six inches. He was packing about two hundred seventy pounds of hard muscle. In addition, he was a master at hand to hand combat. He had a habit of crushing small objects in his large powerful hands to intimidate his adversaries. His long brown hair and his oriental features made him a very believable bone crusher.
Jeffrey said, "There you are old sport. Ah now then, you two run along. I don't want to see either of you anymore today. I especially do not want to see you Sam any more today. You see I have a date with a bit of all right, if you know what I mean. Cheery bye old boy."
Sam was dismissed curtly by his old friend, and that was the way the day began for Sam.
In large emerald green letters, the sign over Sam's office depicted, "Sea Dragons." The sign boasted a pair of dragons breathing fire into the air. A green dragon was placed on each side of the sign such as to bracket the emerald green letters. The background was black for contrast. In small green letters were the words, "Kincade Enterprises."
Sam had come to Hong Kong to start a shipping company. He gambled upon the fact that after the war the Chinese would need all manner of goods relative to the reconstruction. In addition, China had been taken over by the communists who closed the countries markets to the west. Also the British controlled Hong Kong which made it the only free market in the region. To Sam's way of thinking, this was an outstanding opportunity for the right guy who wasn't afraid to take a risk or two. Sam knew something also. He knew that when markets are closed, a black market arises quickly to emulate a free market. In a situation like this, the right guy could get rich quickly.
Sam had set about buying a fleet of sea going junks. His first purchase was a large sea going junk which he named, Hornet. He and Chung began running the blockade set up by the communists. It was very risky business, but it was very profitable. The shipping company grew quickly bolstered by the profits from the black market goods. Along the way, Sam had become a sort of hero among the boat people who lived in the harbors. The hornet was always a welcome sight when it sailed into the harbor. Sam was smart enough to know that favors placed in the right place would bring good returns.
"So what was it all about last night?" Chung asked as they sat in Sam's office at the shipping company.
Sam still in his ripped gray suit replied, "She said that she wasn't married."
Chung, "And you believed her?"