Darrick and Jonah covered their ears and waited for the barrel of gun powder to go off. Jonah lit the fuse and hid with Darrick in the farthest corner away from the door. The fuse hissed until it hit the wooden lid of the barrel, then the room got quiet.
They waited for a long few minutes, straining their ears to listen for the sound of the fuse through the eerie silence of the room. Darrick took a deep breath then lifted his eyes and saw the barrel still sitting in the same spot where they put it. The fuse had stopped smoking and the explosion never came.
“What the hell?” Darrick questioned. “Why didn’t it work?”
Jonah stared at the barrel for a few seconds, then shook his head, “I don’t know exactly. I’ve never actually done something like this before. Maybe I didn’t do it right.”
Darrick let an annoyed sigh cross through his lips, then said, “We have to try again. We have to get this to work so we can get the hell outta here.”
“You think I don’t know that. Why don’t you try blowing a hole in a damn ship and see how well it goes for you.” Jonah wasn’t the last bit happy with the tone in Darrick’s voice.
“I’m sorry, I just need to get out of here. Sam needs…”
Before he could finish his sentence, an explosion took over the ship. It began shaking back and forth on the water and the two of them fell on top of each other. Darrick slammed his left shoulder against the hard floor and grunted from the pain while Jonah toppled on top of him them rolled a few feet away.
Both of them darted their eyes toward the barrel to see if their plan had actually worked. The barrel still stood in one piece and the door was still in tact.
Darrick turned his eyes to Jonah and met his confused stare, “Now what the hell was that?” he said.