Douglas Stewart
ABOUT THE BOOK:
"The benchmark on crime at sea."
- Eric Ellen
Founder of the International Maritime Bureau
“...this up-to-date, breathtaking and most accurately investigated book.”
Horst Diere, Neues Deutschland
Even as you read this book, mariners somewhere are being attacked by armed pirates, their faces masked and the weapons deadly. Organised crime has taken over where Blackbeard left off. Piracy today is just as brutal, perhaps even more so. Crew-members may be murdered, tortured, seized as hostages or simply dumped overboard to sink or swim. To the big-time gangsters behind much of the crime, life is cheap and must not stand in the way of profit. Attacking and stealing tankers or other cargo is a multi-billion industry. International law enforcement has yet to show sufficient concerted will to beat organised crime at sea, though it is awakening from its years of slumber.
Additionally since 9-11, a new and fearful maritime threat has emerged– international terrorism. Experts agree that civilised nations, American ports and cities far from the sea, are vulnerable to a variety of terrifying risks from use of the sea and ships. The book looks at the dangers and what is being done to defeat the terrorists.
The Brutal Seas brings to real life all the terror of an attack by pirates armed with rocket-launchers and automatic machine-guns. It tells of disappearing phantom ships and of a cigarette fraud run by a fraudster from New Jersey. As it enters the mysterious world of the Triads, some of the most bloody, cunning and lucrative attacks, frauds and schemes of the past twenty years are brought to the page in an exciting and refreshing way.
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Born in Glasgow but brought up in England, Douglas qualified as a solicitor ending up as senior partner of his own law firm, Stewarts, which still flourishes in London’s Lincoln’s Inn Fields. Alongside his legal career , Douglas had his first novel published twenty-five years ago. After retiring young from the firm, Douglas moved to the USA where he developed both his legal and writing interests. His sixth acclaimed novel Undercurrent was about maritime crime and was set in the International Maritime Bureau, a non-Government agency fighting today’s piracy, brutal murders and fraud on the high seas.
During research for Undercurrent, Douglas was captivated by the audacity of organized crime and the failure of Governments to tackle a billion dollar industry. Now, post 9-11, a new and terrifying dimension has been added – the use of the sea by terrorists to attack America and other western nations with a marine version of that outrage. The Brutal Seas investigates the shocking truth of all the dangers whether on the seas or in American ports.
Long friendships developed between the author and the founder of the Bureau, Eric Ellen and his successor Captain Mukundan. Firstly, Eric Ellen invited Douglas to chair a gathering of international experts on maritime crime and Douglas then became a contributor to the resulting book Shipping at Risk.
Since his retirement, Eric agreed to speak freely to Douglas to assist in the creation of The Brutal Seas. This was first published in Germany under the title Piraten. Given the inside story on so many spectacular crimes, it is not surprizing that Eric has called this book the benchmark on crime at sea.
Douglas’ next book, a novel called Late Bet about international casino crime is scheduled for publication later in 2007.
“Once aboard Anna Sierra, the masked or hooded pirates opened fire with machine guns. It was a terrifying show of force. They shot away the door to the accommodation where most of the crew were asleep or relaxing in the basic simplicity of their quarters. Those on the bridge were overpowered. Surprise had made it easy. The pirates were in control within a few moments. Forced from their bunks or from the engine room under threat of instant death, the crew offered no resistance. Fearing for their lives, the crew were forced into two cabins, handcuffed together in lines and then left.
There they remained awaiting their fate without food or water for two days. There were no facilities for bodily functions. Life in those cramped and locked cabins was sub-human, the smell of fear, stale sweat and excrement overwhelming. Escape was impossible. The best hope, their first hope, had been that they would be freed quickly after the looting had been finished. Any hope that the raiders would quickly leave had long passed as hour after hour passed.
Reverberating through the ship came the steady sound of the engines. From nearby came laughter and excited chatter as the attackers looted the cabins. As their confinement entered the second day, spirits were low. Some knew of pirates dumping a crew on a remote island. They had all heard that some crews had simply disappeared, presumed murdered. Worst fears were unspoken. Unseen by the prisoners, fourteen pirates sped away taking with them looted goods. The remainder were ample to control the situation and to run the ship.
The sound of their cabin doors being unlocked was received with mixed emotions. Would it be food and water? Were they to be freed, maybe dumped on a deserted island to await rescue? After two uncomfortable days, the unshaven, dishevelled and starving crew were freed from their makeshift cells. There was no offer of food. Instead, they were driven at gunpoint to the deck. The shabby group shuffled along, their wrists sore from the handcuffs. At least now the salty air was like wine. It was a relief to be freed from the cramped confines of the two cabins. Their clothes, old anyway, had been lived in for too long and were dirty. Each man stank of the ordeal they had each been through. Spirits were low from the ferocity of the attack. That had been savage enough.
But suddenly after forty-eight hours of fear had come release from the stench. Now as they shuffled forward, they were fearful. What would these bastards do to them? Each man’s thoughts were the same: of friends, of family, of laughter in ports like Hong Kong or Manila where they had been headed. Their thoughts were unspoken, their imagination running wild as they saw the hooded men, machine guns at the ready.
The Jump Buddy Gang
Some had heard of the Jump Buddy Pirate Gang, so known for making crews walk the plank at gunpoint with the command ambak pare – meaning Jump Buddy. That gang was one of thirty-six Filipino gangs operating in these waters, some of them believed to have military connections. These crews rarely survived abandonment. Was that to be their fate? Was this the end? Balaclavas and masks were being removed by the pirates, revealing young faces but with dead eyes and mean lips. Oh no! Surely that can only mean one thing: their captors no longer cared about being recognised. Surely this is the end.
