November 26th, 2007 – Bahamas: The Day I Foiled a Kidnap Attempt on the Children

November 26th, 2007 – Bahamas: The Day I Foiled a Kidnap Attempt

After five years of living under the shadow of whistleblowing, my life remained a constant battlefield of anticipation, instinct, and survival. By 2007, I had already crossed through Thailand multiple times—2001, 2002, 2004 (twice, including the Rise Club SAS link), and 2006. Each journey carried lessons in resilience, each chapter tied into the story I now tell across A1 Who Dares Wins.

This chapter begins with something pure—taking my children on a surprise trip to America. After Disneyland, we continued to the Bahamas for something unforgettable: swimming with dolphins at Blue Lagoon Island. The British pound was strong against the dollar that year, so the trip was both spontaneous and affordable. It should have been nothing more than a memory of laughter, adventure, and childhood wonder. Instead, it became a moment where instinct and training saved lives.

The Boat to Blue Lagoon

My daughter Yasmin was unsettled from the very beginning. On the boat across, she grew frightened, having a tantrum about the journey. I noted something immediately: a man in dark shades, seated directly in front of her. He turned his head at the exact moment she shouted “I hate you.” His presence was wrong—an observation that etched itself into my instincts.

At the dolphin encounter, Yasmin’s fear escalated. She believed the dolphins would eat her. Children rarely form such thoughts on their own. Someone had seeded that fear in her mind. I encouraged her to face it—my parenting style has always been to let them push through—but you can see in the photos from that day how disturbed she was. She lasted only briefly in the water before retreating to watch from the front.

At the time, I suspected the fear had been deliberately planted. In hindsight, I know it tied into something darker.

The Port of Nassau – Seconds to Save Them

It was on our return, back in Nassau, that everything came into sharp focus. We were in the port, funneled into a crowded caged area—hundreds of people pressed together. I had Yasmin and Daniel hooked to me, arms locked tight, when I saw him.

A man, six-foot plus, perhaps closer to seven, towered above my daughter. Blond bowl-cut hair—resembling the character from Dumb and Dumber—but with a predator’s focus. His head was tilted down, eyes fixed on her. His palms were forward, hands poised, ready. Every fiber of my being screamed what was about to happen.

Milliseconds. That’s all I had.

I scanned the perimeter. Identified the threat. Anticipated movement. My children were the target—without doubt, part of an international paedophile ring. This was no coincidence. It linked to the man in shades on the boat earlier, working in tandem.

I executed what only a soldier could do. Locked my children tighter. Formed an enemy-triangle of protection. And then I confronted him directly. I squared up, paused, and let him see in my eyes that he would not be taking my children.

My driver was slow to react but eventually realised the danger. I broke through the crush of bodies, children clamped to me, and forced us out. Straight into the van. Straight out of there.

The man never laid a hand on them. Because I did not allow it.

Why I Never Reported

Looking back, I should have gone to the police. But in my world, authorities have often been complicit, late, or deliberately blind. Reporting would have achieved nothing. My responsibility was simple: protect my children, get them home safe. And I did.

We returned to Wales alive. But I never forgot that day. Had a great Holiday also that aside. 

The Aftermath – Fourteen Years Lost

That was the day my daughter—aged 8—and my son Daniel—aged 12 or 13—would have been gone forever. Sold into the abyss, murdered in the process. Instead, my military expertise, instinct, and speed kept them alive.

Yet only a few years later, in July 2011, I was separated from Yasmin the very day I uncovered her paedophile uncle. That discovery cost me everything. Fourteen years without contact, until finally, in May 2025, we reconnected.

The system tried to break us apart. But like every other chapter of my story, their plans failed.

Conclusion – The Nassau Attempt

November 26th, 2007, will forever be the day I foiled a kidnap attempt in milliseconds. My skills as an ex-soldier—threat identification, enemy scanning, and protective tactics—saved my children’s lives.

This was never a planned trip. It was a spur-of-the-moment surprise. Yet the attempt was deliberate, calculated, and tied to the wider network I had already uncovered through Gwynedd, Thailand, and beyond.

Another attempt. Another failure for them. Another survival for us.

My Life. My Deaths. Their Plans Failed.

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