The Saga of Mungeek

Part 2: Kidnapping and Departure

IMPORTANT: this story was meant to be a joke, but I've decided to add some serious parts to this story. It might contain a bit of unserious stuff too though.

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When he was kidnapped into the submarine, many hands tied Mungeek's limbs and a gag was put over his mouth. "RRRRRRRRGHHHHH" Mungeek tried to scream.

A man wearing a sailor's cap approached the terrified Indian boy. "Do you understand why you're here, lad?" he asked. "You have committed a terrible crime by consuming the sandwich. It was a holy consumable not to be touched by fools like you!" Mungeek's head was full of questions and he was quite terrified. "Throw him into the cellar!" ordered the man.

Mungeek was dragged into a cool cellar full of weapons, food, gear, and other miscellaneous items, it seemed to be the submarine's storage. The door to cellar shut with a loud rusty creak, and Mungeek was tossed to the floor. A sailor remained in the cellar with him. "I'm here to keep watch over you. Lads like you who have intentions evil enough to consume a holy sandwich like that should be under close surveillance." he said in a cold voice. 

Mungeek felt helpless. I'm gonna die. All I wanted was to live a normal life in India. He thought.

After what felt like many hours, the sailor in the room suddenly got up and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the food supply. He sat down and took a solemn sip and put down the bottle. "Lemme untie that, lad." he said and approached Mungeek. He untied the ropes on his legs and took off the gag, but kept his hands bound. Mungeek took a deep breath and analyzed why the sailor was suddenly being sympathetic towards him. "Why are you doing this sir?" he asked. "It's gonna be a long journey to our destination. I might as well have a chat with you than sit here looking at you awkwardly in this dank cellar." he replied in a gentler tone. "And you don't have to call me sir." he added. "Okay, then what should I call you?" "I'd rather not tell you my name right now, boy." the sailor replied. 

The man took a seat next to Mungeek and held the bottle of vodka towards him. "You want a sip, boy? Just a little to warm your body. You must be freezing down to your bones in this submarine that is a cold piece of metal." That was true. Mungeek was only in his swimming trunks from being kidnapped while he was swimming. "I'm fine, mister. Thank you for untying me though." "It's nothing. That old guy with the sailor cap is nothing but a geezer, his name is Mr. Gusev. He's the captain of this chunk of metal we're in anyways. He's probably gonna beat me if he sees being too friendly with the prisoner." he said. So I'm a prisoner now... thought Mungeek. 

The sailor took off his coat and put it around Mungeek's shoulders. Mungeek was about to say something but was too shocked to. "Mr. Gusev would be furious if the prisoner died. I might as well keep you from freezing to death." was all the sailor said. "I--Thank you, kind sir." Mungeek was still too intimidated to speak to the man who was generous enough to do this. 

"Lemme tell you a story to pass the time. You like war stories, boy?" he asked. "Yes, mister. In fact, my dad works in the Indian Armed Forces. He works on really cool vehicles, like tanks and artillery trucks."

"That sounds like an interesting job, I'd like to meet your dad one day. Lemme tell you this, I used to be a tank driver." he replied.

"Woahhh. That must have been intense, my friend Karthik and I like to drive tanks that my dad was fixing in the Army into the ocean sometimes and see how far it can go. We even tried shooting the missiles to catch some octopuses. Good stuff."

"Hahaha, you sure are a down-to-earth lad. Well, I suppose I'll continue on with my story. During the battle of Stalingrad, I drove a T-34 tank with my comrades, and the journey there was long. It was Winter, so the Germans were stuck in the city with nowhere to go. We were under heavy machine gun fire from them. But luckily, a comrade of mine had somehow got his hands on an incendiary missile. We loaded the missile, aimed starboard and boom! What a beautiful sight it was to see the enemy go up in flames. After the battle ended, a company sized unit surrendered to us and the major leading it gave this dress dagger to me."

The sailor pulled out an eloquently designed dagger from the belt on his waist and showed it to Mungeek.

Mungeek was awestruck by the sailor's experiences and he could not think of anything to say but his mouth hung open wide.

"Just how long have you been alive mister? You look quite young, but you found in the Battle of Stalingrad? How long ago was that? That was like in 1943! I also didn't know those incendiary missiles existed, I must see it for myself, you'd get along quite nice with my dad. And a major and his company surrendered to you? You sure are one renowned person, mister."

"Woah there, slow down, boy. One question at a time."

"So how old are you?"

"I'm in my early twenties, does that shock you?"

"But how were you in a battle that took place in 1943?"

"...I'm not even sure myself."

Mungeek felt himself submit to his sleepiness and soon enough, he fell asleep on the cold floor of the cellar.

In his dreams, he was thinking about how he would have made coding tutorials with his 300 IQ Indian brain and $10 mic. What a normal and peaceful life that would be.

"Rest easy lad." said the sailor.

The submarine continued to sail through the depths of the sea at 420 mph.

A/N:

Word Count: 997

Random fact: I was in online class for APUSH and taking a quiz but I finished early so I had some time to write a good chunk of this story. 

Typos that I can't correct: "Mungeek" and "Gusev"

Notes: 

-If the story seems too boring or if there is anything that doesn't seem right, please tell me in the comments or notify me in some way so I can make amendments. 

-Some parts are going to be serious and some are going to be full of jokes. I'll put how the story is going to be like in the beginning of each chapter.

As always, thank you so much for reading. Have a good rest of your day :D