Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 13:55:31 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Island That Never Was 1
THE ISLAND THAT NEVER WAS
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PART 1
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Chapter 1
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The woman and the ten y/o boy were sat on the large ragged couch as they
hugged and kissed tenderly a family peck on the lips. After some moments he
stood, as his old aunty caressed his smooth cheeks. He was making a great
effort to keep his tears back; after all, she was his only family and was
near a disable woman. He loved her since she had been as his mother from
the moment his own progenitor died during the pest epidemic. She could not
stops some tears and said:
"Jeremy, be a good and honest boy in that ship. The priest has
strongly recommended you to the captain in that letter that you are holding
in your pocket. Please don't disappoint us."
"Don't worry aunty, as usual I'll do my best to please you." He
paused; he did not want to prolong the sad moment. "I must go aunty, I
don't want to miss the carter." Both knew it was too early because still
was dark and the carter had agreed to pick the boy up at dawn at the shed
in the Ripon road, not far from their farm. He placed his sack on his
little shoulders and left the farmhouse. His mind was a whirl thinking
about his new adventure as a cabin boy in a large whaler ship. He did not
turn his head.
He had said goodbye to everybody, except to his best friend Joe MacLean.
They had been best friends as far as he could remember. Joe was not a
pretty boy but he deeply loved him, though he had never told him. He sat
down on the bench in the shed to wait the carter; it was a warm June
morning and the sky was full of stars. Suddenly he spotted a figure
approaching to the shed that he immediately recognized, it was Joe; he knew
he would come to say him goodbye. They looked at each other and then Joe
said with sadness:
"So... you are leaving. I would like to accompany you, however I
must continue going to school and singing in that fucking church." Jeremy
grinned for his friend's gross words; he rarely spoke like that, except
when he was very upset.
"I know, but after all, you are very lucky. You have all your
family behind you and I have none." They had talked many times about each
other's situation and there was not any point now to start again. Joe was
trembling because he did not know how to say goodbye to his best friend.
Suddenly they could not hold their tears anymore and both went into a very
tight embrace and wetted each other neck with their sobs. Still hugging,
Joe in a whisper said:
"I love you Jeri. I love you very much. I'll never forget you."
Jeremy was astounded, as Joe never talked like this. He then responded:
"I love you, too, Joe; though I never told you, I love you heaps."
They separated a little and instinctively both boys joined their lips in a
genuine, pure and angelical kiss of love that lasted what seemed for them
an eternity, though in reality took two or three seconds. They broke the
kiss and Joe ran as fast as his legs could take him. He entered into the
stable of his farm and lay between two straw bales sobbing. His elder
brother Benjamin that was feeding the cows could watch the convulsions of
his little brother as he cried inconsolably. He approached the little boy
and rubbed his short red hair tenderly.
"It was hard, wasn't it brother?" Joe did not answer but increased
his weeping as Benjamin murmured for himself while he returned to the cows:
"It is nothing compared with what is waiting for you, my little brother,
just because you are very intelligent and sing very well. It isn't fair to
make suffer a little boy..." He sighed because he loved dearly his younger
brother.
Jeremy was elated as he watched how Joe disappeared from his sight in the
empty road. He touched his lips as he heard the carter approaching and
calling him. He climbed into the cart among the groceries and sat in a
corner still thinking on Joe. When they arrived to the large town, the boy
jumped out of the cart; still he could not forget the faraway from his best
friend, the words of love, and the tender kiss they had exchanged. He
sighed as his heart bled remembering him. He felt alone but not sad, that
kiss had raised his low spirit a lot of degrees, nevertheless, tears rolled
along his white cheeks. He could not forget his best friend's intense blue
small eyes, his red lips, his freckled face; and how he fought bravely to
keep his tears back, without success, before they hugged and kissed in the
middle of the solitary and empty road; just a few hours back. The boy wiped
his face with the back of his left hand, cleaned his nose and decidedly
walked into the port of Southampton; a place that he knew very well. It was
late June 1788. He carried a small leather sack as backpack with the scarce
belongings he had. He looked round the forest of masts and immediately
spotted the large vessel: the whaler "Seagull" brilliantly painted and with
a great activity on the upper deck. He walked up thru the gangway and
stepped on the deck; he looked around, everybody was very busy and no one
seemed to pay attention to him. Suddenly he heard on his back:
"What can I do for you, little one?" He turned around and saw a tall
and strong man dressed in a blue trench coat with brass brilliant buttons
and long grey trousers. He had his hat under his right armpit; for a second
their sights crossed and he could see that his eyes were the same as his,
dark blue, near brown. He had abundant brown hair that fell to his neck.
The little boy took off his hat and extracted an envelope from his blue new
jacket.
"I'm Jeremy Mall, sir; I've come to work as a cabin-boy in this
ship." He handed out an open envelope addressed to the Captain.
"I'll give your letter to the Captain; he is not here at this the
moment." He called out to a busy man, the boatswain. "Mr. Clark, this is
the new cabin-boy." The man grunted because he was disturbed from his
task. He shouted to a boy of about thirteen y/o that quickly came to his
order.
"John Smith, take this new cabin-boy to your quarters in the
aftercastle, show him the boat and explain him his tasks. I don't expect to
repeat you the order twice. Come on, hurry up!"
"Yes sir. Come with me, boy." He said impolitely. Jeremy took his
small bag and followed up the boy. They went thru the different decks,
stores, galley and finally to the area where the Captain and the officers
had their quarters. "I have sailed with them twice and this will be my
third voyage." The elder boy said with pride. "Probably we have one of the
best crew of all the whalers and, what is more important, the third
officer, that gentleman that you have just met, besides of being an
excellent seaman, he is a real physician. I don't think any other ship has
one. We are sailing off tomorrow at dawn with the first high tide, so
tonight we will know any change on our tasks. This is our place to
sleep. James will arrive before dinner, he is 15 and next year will be
promoted to sailor, as Ted has been. He looked at the number of hammocks
stored and saw only two. He pointed out to the racks and said:
"There are only two, which is mine?" Jeremy asked. The elder boy
grinned with superiority.
"None. Since one of us must be on guard only two can sleep at the
same time. The same rule is for everybody, except tonight. You can sleep on
your blanket. Fortunately the weather is not cold." He smiled wickedly.
"You better change your beautiful dress." Jeremy was wearing short trousers
and new boots. It has been a present from his parish priest. He rummaged
into his bag and extracted a pair of ragged trousers and an old but clean
jacket. Like most of the working class boys in those times, he did not have
underwear, so he dragged down his new ones and turned to the wooden wall
for privacy and to keep his privates out of sight. The elder boy looked at
the round and white butt cheeks and extended his hand to touch them as he
said: "I must fuck this beautiful bum as soon as we are in the high sea."
Jeremy quickly pulled up his trousers and turned around; trying to close
his fly with his right hand and on the left showed a sharp medium size
collapsible knife that quickly placed on the other boy's neck. The boy got
white, as he did not expect that quick reaction from such a little
boy. Then Jeremy said:
"Try to touch me and I'll stab this knife in your fucking belly." As
he heard noise outside, he kept the knife into the bag. "I don't need your
presence to change my clothes, so leave me alone." The other boy reacted
and started moving out, but telling Jeremy:
"I... I only wanted to make you a favour. You have a pretty face,
and that's very bad for a cabin-boy; as soon as we are several days in high
sea, the men will want to fuck you and you can't do anything to stop it.
They did it to me and to any cabin boy of this ship. And, as far as I know,
they do the same in all ships."
"That's is a dead sin and I know it is prohibited." Now the older
boy more amicably answered:
"Jeremy, I want to be your friend, but believe me, that's the way as
it is. Yes, you are right, it is prohibited and our captain would leave the
man who commits sodomy, as they call it, in an isolated island if
discovered doing it. In the War Fleet he would be hanged. The problem is
that, if you don't accept it, your life will be a hell in the ship." Jeremy
finished changing without saying a word. He was a bright boy and thought
that he would better start having a friend rather than an enemy; so he
said:
"That must hurt a lot..." The other boy grinned.
"Do you mean the hanging or the fucking?" Jeremy smiled.
"The fucking, of course. I don't think that any hanged could say if
it hurt or not..." They laughed.
"Yes, you are right. To be honest, yes it hurts a lot, especially
the first times with an adult, because of that, John and James did it to me
a few times before a boatswain did. With a little butter it goes well."
Jeremy extracted a small poems book and put it on the floor while he
arranged his bag. The older boy watched it. "What's that? Can you read?"
"Yes, I can read, write and make fair calculations, I learnt in the
parish school; the priest taught me and to some other boys." The little boy
said without giving it much importance.
"Your family must be rich because that costs money."
"I'm not rich, probably poorer than you are. I'm an orphan." The
older boy more experienced and after having had many conversations with the
sailors, he commented:
"Probably it is a consequence of your pretty face." He immediately
added: "Please don't be mad at me and keep that knife where nobody can see
it; weapons are absolutely prohibited onboard.
"Why should my pretty face be the origin of my education? There are
thousands of boys prettier than me and they are in the streets, begging or
making robberies."
"Well I'm not sure; but I have a friend of my age that was an
alter-boy and since he was ten, the priest sucked his cock and jacked him
off. I'm sure he also fucked him. He learnt to read and write, but I think
he is not half as clever as you are.
"Thanks; but how do you know all that?"
"He told and showed me the money that the priest regularly gave
him. He could afford things that I couldn't."
"You should have gone and ask the priest to do it to you, too." The
teenager looked at the younger boy with interest; yes he was sure this
little boy was very intelligent, not like the other cabin boys. He then
answered:
"Well...I thought about it. I wouldn't have minded he sucked my
dick, but I didn't like to be fucked. That was before I came to the ship;
should I have known what was going on in a vessel I would have taken that
advantage." They chuckled. "Would you teach me how to read, Jeremy?"
"I don't know John." For the first time they talked as friends.
"Whenever we have free time I can do it, but we would need some paper and
pencil; I haven't got any. A notebook would be the best."
"Don't worry; I'll try to pinch some from the store. By the way, you
should say that you know how to make calculations; except the officers and
midshipmen, there are not many that can do it here; sure that the store
boatswain will take you. He has bad temper and most likely he will hit you
if you don't do things properly, but he had the key for all foods."
"I don't know. I brought a letter from the priest for the Captain; I
suppose he will do the best he thinks about me."
"Oh yes. He's very strict and wants a high discipline from all
members of the crew, but is a very good man. In case a man kills another
while we are sailing, he is entitled to judge him and hang him if found
guilty. Two years ago, he made a trial that lasted one week. He found the
man guilty, but didn't chain him, where would he go?" The boys smiled.
"Later he delivered him to the authorities on our first call in Cape Town."
The bell rang and both boys jumped from their seats. "Come on, it is time
for counting and naming." They went on deck and found all crewmembers
standing in silence on the upper deck. Then the Captain came out from his
cabin followed by his three officers. One of the boatswains named each one,
according to an alphabetic order as they answered: "Yes", to confirm his
presence. He finished with all names and then added:
"Cabin-boy Jeremy Mall is being attached to the officer Mr. Bernard
Northfield, our physician, as his assistant. Tonight, after the first
guard, he has to report to him." He paused. "The Captain has ordered to
postpone our departure 24 hours. Every crewmember must go to the port
bathhouse and have a bath if he needs it; hair cut short and shaved. Upon
his return, our physician will make a medical checking on all of us; it is
compulsory." A murmur was heard amongst the sailors. The physician had
convinced the Captain about this measure; they wanted a healthy crew. John
touched his new friend's hand, and this time he didn't reject the boy.
"Let's go for dinner." You have been very, very
lucky. Mr. Northfield, like the Captain, is very severe and disciplined,
however, he is the most educated amongst all of them. You'll never hear a
gross word or a shout from him. He belongs to an old and aristocratic
family; I wonder why he is in this ship. I think the other officers are
jealous because the Captain prefers him to play chess or to discuss
cultural things. However, only on vessel or navigation matters the Captain
has no preferences. Any decision he discusses it with the first officer or
the one on guard." They went to the galley to collect their dinner.
While he was sat with a pot of stew and a slice of brown bread, Jeremy
overheard a discussion between two sailors about whores they knew. That
reminded him another conversation that he overheard that matched with what
John had told him. It took place in the sacristy of his church between the
priest and his wife, at the moment the woman was furious:
"You must discard that boy; otherwise you will go directly into the
hell for the eternity!"
"I can't do it. He is very intelligent and deserves to be educated,
it would be a pity to spoil such an intelligence..." The woman bluntly
interrupted him.
"Yes, and beautiful. You are in love with him and soon you will take
him into your bed, as you have done many times with other pretty boys. Do
you think I'm blind and I don't see what you do with the alter boys? But
this time I won't accept it. He is the son of my best friend, fortunately
she is dead; otherwise I would have been very ashamed."
"Sorry Caroline. Some times I feel ashamed, too; but with this
little angel..." She stopped him with a muffled shout.
"You are condemning him and I will not permit it." She emphasised
her words. The man then argued:
"But he needs to continue his education. Sure he will be a great man
if he keeps studying. The Church will be more than anxious to keep and
maintain his education. We need persons like this boy."
"You'll throw his soul into the hell." The woman kept silence for a
couple of minutes, and then she threatened her husband: "If you don't
separate from him I'll tell the bishop, so you would lose him and the other
boys." He heard as she closed the door banging it and went out. He quietly
left the church and returned the next day for his lessons.
A few weeks later the priest talked to the boy's old aunty about Jeremy
going into a vessel as a cabin boy. He told him in her presence that this
was a good future for him. In fact what the priest wanted was not to have
the minimum chance to see the boy that he adored; yet he did not know that
the boy loved the sea. The last time he attended his math lessons the
priest placed his right hand on the boy's naked thigh and sighed. In that
moment Jeremy did not understand the meaning of the priest's tender
caresses, but now everything was clear to him. Nevertheless, he did not
hate that man, he had been very good to him; he rubbed his thigh from time
to time and kissed his hair, but he thought it was because he, as a priest,
loved boys.
That evening, after dinner, most of the crewmembers went in a procession to
the bathhouse and to the barber; many annoyed because they thought that was
what they called "an interference" in their private lives, but they knew
that was an excellent measure without any precedent in the merchant or war
navy. Jeremy had had a hot bath that morning and his hair was short, so
after dinner he went to the third officer-physician's quarters and knocked
on the door.
"Come in!" The boy entered and faced his new boss. The man was sat
behind a neat large wooden desk reading a book. He marked the page with a
little piece of paper and placed it back on a shelf that was provided with
a long iron bar to prevent books falling during navigation. He extracted a
sheet from a drawer and looked at Jeremy. "Sit down, Jeremy." That
treatment of calling him by his name instead of "boy", confirmed him what
John had said. "This letter states that you can read, write, and make
calculations. Is that correct?"
"Yes, sir. It is true, sir." The man grinned.
"Relax Jeremy; I'm only a man not a wolf; I won't bite you." The boy
smiled satisfied.
"No sir, you aren't; I mean... you are a gentleman, sir." That
showed to Bernard Northfield the injustice of sending that educated little
boy to live amongst predators, as most of the sailors were, instead of
being in a good school learning to be useful to their country. The man
grinned.
"And besides these, do you have... let's say... any other art?" The
man asked; the boy doubted and Bernard helped him. "Do you have any other
skill?" The physician knew that at early age, many boys and girls of the
low classes were obliged to learn different tasks to survive.
"Well... sir, I know some cooking, to look after the farm's cattle,
and the priest of my parish says that I'm good on drawing." The man pointed
out to the secured shelf:
"Please, take one of those books, any of them, open it and start
reading a paragraph; it doesn't matter which one." Jeremy stood and took a
big brown book and opened right from the centre. He was surprised because
he saw the drawing of a naked man showing what seemed to be a third
testicle. He doubted for a moment embarrassed. Bernard guessed what the
little boy had in front of him and grinned. The boy started reading:
"Inguinal hernia: In some men, apparently due to efforts that they
have made, or to weakness, a rupture is produced in the low abdominal
wall. Then a portion of the intestine goes thru it; the problem is solved
by..." Bernard raised his hand interrupting the boy's reading.
"It is enough; now you know more about inguinal hernia than anybody
in this ship." Jeremy watched the image on the book and blushed. The man
handled a piece of paper and a pencil to the boy. "Now quickly copy that
paragraph." He did and showed to him. The man looked at the clear and
rounded child writing. "Very well." Please explain me your math level.
"I can make all normal calculations to solve some difficult
arithmetic problems, and even first algebra equations." Bernard then
handled him a large notebook with thick sheets for drawing, a rubber and a
carbon pencil.
"You told me that you can draw, please make a sketch of anything of
this room." Jeremy separated from the desk, took the large notebook and the
pencil, looked at the man and started moving quickly his left hand. From
time to time he stared at the officer sat in front of him; after about
fifteen minutes he handled his artwork to the man.
"I can improve it, if you want it, sir." Bernard opened his eyes in
disbelief; he was amazed with the ability of the young boy. He looked at
him in surprise.
"You are an artist, Jeremy!" The boy felt embarrassed and blushed
again.
"Do you really like it, sir? If you do, I can improve it, it is only
a rough sketch."
"Yes, I like it very much, but I prefer to keep it as you have
done." They grinned to each other and in that moment an invisible connexion
had started between them. Bernard gave him a list of his daily chores and
added: "Tomorrow morning we will make a medical check to the crew; you must
write down the name of each person, underline it and underneath you will
write what I tell you. They are key words that you may not understand now,
but you will in the future. You'll sleep on one of the bunks of the
infirmary, except when we have sick persons in it; then you will sleep
here. Now bring your blanket and your belongings and accommodate yourself
in the next room. Tomorrow, after we finish checking, I want you to clean
perfectly that room. If you need help I'll provide it, but I want it neat
and bright. It is very important that the infirmary is clean to prevent
infections."
"Yes sir. I'll do it myself. I don't think I'll need any help."
"Good, carry on." The boy stood, and went under deck to fetch his
backpack with his belongings. The following morning he was surprised how
clean the men were. Most of them had shaved their faces and some the head
too; but all have their hair cut short, including the officers and the
Captain. The physician carefully examined them one by one, making a record
with some questions and answers that Jeremy wrote down on a large squared
book, using a page for each man. Apparently the ship had a very healthy
crew, except a young man that was dismissed; his name was Jack Nicholson
and he had a very severe sex disease that had to be treated in a hospital.
The ship sailed off at dawn the following morning with the first high
tide. Bernard and the rest of the crew still had to receive new surprises
about Jeremy. After a few days of sailing they found rough sea. It was not
a storm, but waves were fairly high and the ship moved her bow up and down
spreading foam and water in the air. Jeremy seemed to have been born in a
boat. He enjoyed the ship jumps and screamed in pleasure; he said it was
like riding a big horse. He did his guards at the top of the foremast
together with John, since children have better sight than adults, so after
some days they became good friends. The ship was lightly loaded with water,
food and materials needed for replacement and she was doing a fair speed
with good winds from the northeast. They sighted land and called at the
Azores Islands, but only for the necessary time to load food, especially
fresh fruits and water. No one was allowed to disembark, except the first
officer. One of those days during navigation and during their guard, John
said:
"Jeremy, I'm glad you are in this ship; you look much happier than
when you came in. How old are you? I'm thirteen."
"Thanks John, you are a good friend. I'm ten; I will be eleven in
November."
"You look older, well... I mean... you are very tall for your age."
He paused. "Jeremy, can I make you a personal question?"
"Of course, you can, though I wonder if I'll be able to answer it or
not."
"It is about my health record." He paused before asking his new
friend. "Did Mr. Northfield say anything when he examined me?"
"I can't remember that he said anything special about your health;
but even if I could, I wouldn't be able to tell you. His records are
secret; only the Captain and himself know about them. They are written with
technical words and abbreviations that even I don't much understand. Don't
you feel well?"
"Oh no, I feel fine; but... but... I'm worried about something."
Jeremy looked at his friend trying to find out about his worries. John
guessed his thoughts. "I know I can ask your boss, but officers are busy
and I don't want to annoy him, perhaps it is a silly thing."
"It might not be a silly thing, either." Said Jeremy.
"Will you promise not to tell anybody? You are my best friend
and..." The younger boy interrupted him encouraging the elder boy to tell
him about his worries.
"You have my word. Go ahead, John, if you want it, of course." The
boy looked into the sea, his sight lost. They were sailing at a good speed
pushed by the trade winds and nothing was at sight, except a few birds
jumping into the blue waters.
"Do you remember Jack, Jack Nicholson? He was dismissed because he
was seriously ill. It wasn't a secret; most of us know whore-women round
the harbour; some of them aren't what Mr Northfield would call
"healthy". They had infected him the sickness; because of that, he didn't
argue about it and confirmed what your boss said." Jeremy thought for a
moment, he did not know those circumstances; even he ignored the nature and
origin of Jack's bad health. He turned a moment his head and saw that John
was crying in silence, tears rolling down his brown cheeks. They could only
hear the sound of the wind on the jibs; then John added: "Perhaps I... I'm
infected too." Once he pronounced the sentence started sobbing
loudly. Jeremy put his left hand on his friend's thigh and pressed it.
"John, you are not infected, otherwise the physician would have
noted it as he did with Mr. Nicholson. I don't know what he had because
Mr. Northfield told me to write a "S" on his record; but he's gone,
anyway." John kept silence as Jeremy continued: "John, are you suggesting
that you have been with one of those women, too?" Still sobbing, he moved
his head denying it. They remained in silence again engrossed in their
mutual thoughts. Jeremy guessed his friend was suffering, but he did not
know what to do to console him. After a few minutes John looked calmed and
he continued.
"Mr. Northfield asked me if had been in contact with women and I
told him "No"
"In that case you don't need to care about, nobody will tell him if
you had been. Probably you are not the only one who was a little bit of a
liar that day; it is embarrassing to talk about the matter." He tried to
cheer him up. John looked into Jeremy's eyes and turned again to look into
the sea.
"I wasn't a liar."
"Then, how could you have been infected?" Jeremy innocently
asked. John again kept silence, and after a few minutes he made a
tremendous effort. He assumed Jeremy would reject him right from that
moment and he could not bear that. He loved deeply that beautiful boy, not
only because he was so pretty, but also mostly because he was a real
friend, and he had not had many friends, especially like him.
"Because... because, Jack fucked my butt repeatedly last year. I
don't care if I'm infected and die within a couple of years abandoned in
one of those horrible hospitals, but what I can't bear is that I..." He did
not dare to continue, but Jeremy kept silence and that encouraged
him. "I... could have infected you." His sobs increased and between sobs he
murmured: "You have been so good to me... better than anybody before; and
besides, I think... I think I love you." Those words took the little boy
aback; he could not understand how a 13 y/o strong boy could love him. Now
he was the one to keep silence. His brains were working fast processing
that new information; after a few minutes he said:
"John, I'm not infected of anything, how could I? Only by shaking
hands, staying together during our guards or sat reading and laughing
during our classes? I don't think so. In that case near the entire of the
crew would have been infected. You should realise that Jack remained nine
months on board and no one of the other crewmembers has shown any sign of
infection; otherwise Mr. Northfield would have detected it." John started
feeling better; he thought that Jeremy could be right after all. His eyes
sparked for a moment; he looked into his beautiful friend's blue eyes and
immediately turned to watch the blue sea. He would have liked to kiss and
hug that pretty angel in that moment, yet he asked:
"Are you sure, Jeremy? I would kill myself jumping from the mast if
I knew I have harmed you." John stopped sobbing; now that John was calmer
Jeremy asked.
"John, you said you love me, but I don't understand that. I'm not a
girl; I'm a guy like you..."
"I don't know Jeremy. I have made that question hundreds of times to
myself, but I love being near you, touch you, laugh with you... I'd kill
anyone who might hurt you. I would like to be with you the whole time, if I
could." Hearing this, Jeremy thought about the feelings he had started to
have in his tender heart about Bernard Northfield; but it was
different. Yes he loved him as he would have loved his father, he would
like to sleep in his bed and be cuddled into his strong arms. Was that
love? He could not understand. Perhaps he thought like that because he
missed a father. He was so confused... He didn't dare to look at John
because he thought he might discover his most intimate and deep
feelings. So he then said:
"John, we better continue like we are now. I would suggest you to
speak to Mr. Northfield, probably he has the key to end with your
worries." John turned to face his friend.
"Jeremy, are you bad on me?"
"Why? Because you have said you love me? No, I'm not. We are friends
and friends love each other. I'm sure of this; at least that was what I
felt about my best friend Joe. When we return after this trip; you probably
will date a lovely girl, kiss her and forget everything."
"Right now Jeremy, I'm not interested in girls, but you are
right. I'll see to that." He felt better and sighed. "Would you intercede
before Mr. Northfield for me?"
"I'll try." They smiled and in that moment the bell rang announcing
the change of guard, two older boys were climbing as two cats the rigging
to relieve them.
Chapter 2
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Bernard Northfield had started teaching the boy, not only about medicine
but also about general matters, such as physic, biology, geography, and
especially about medicine plants. The officer thought it was a pity to
spoil the boy's intelligence. That evening after he had cleared and washed
all dishes, they started their daily lesson and Jeremy was even more
attentive, answering the man's questions and solving math problems. He
wanted to ask him about his friend but he didn't know how to start.
Mr. Northfield looked happy seeing how Jeremy progressed and smiled at
him. When they finished; the boy saw the opportunity to talk about John.
"Sir, I would like to ask you for a favour." The man stared at him a
little bit puzzled, but Jeremy promptly added: "It is not for me,
but... but for John Smith." Before the man could argue he bent his little
head. "John is confused and worried because he said he was a liar when we
checked him up. He dare not to say it to you because you are an officer
and..." He stopped because he knew very well he should not speak to an
officer, if he was not called or asked before. The man noticed it and said:
"Jeremy, look at me." The boy thought he had trespassed a barrier
that could not be done; he could reprimand him for his lack of
discipline. The man placed his hand under the boy's lovely and rounded chin
accentuating the view of his lovely dimple that parted lightly his chin. He
raised the boy's head and added: "I'm not a demon and your action is even
better because you are trying to do something for a friend and not for
yourself. Besides being a good student, you have a great soul." Jeremy
sighed and blushed; he thought how he could not love that man as he heard:
"Now, tell me about John's problem." Jeremy started with some difficulty
but after a minute he could fluently tell him the truth, except about
John's love declaration. When he finished, the physician kept silence for
a short moment, and then said: "Most likely you are right and he is not
infected, but we'll lose nothing checking him. If he's off duties now, call
him to come; he can tell the boatswain I have ordered it." He ruffled the
boy's short hair and patted him on his butt. The boy sighed and quickly
went to see his friend. Ten minutes later they were back. John had on his
hand his wool cap. He murmured:
"Sorry sir I dare to annoy you..." The man looked to the frightened
boy.
"Alright John. Jeremy has told me everything about. You have done
what is correct and honest. That's a way of serving this ship and your
colleagues." These words made the boy to feel more relaxed. "Now take your
trousers off and lay on that small couch. Jeremy, please, shut the door and
wait outside; if anyone comes, tell him I'm with a patient." The little boy
obeyed. John lay on his back afraid and trembling. Being naked reminded
him the times he spent with Jack, and his dick involuntarily started to
grow. Then the physician took his penis between his thumb and forefinger
and dragged its foreskin down; he examined it with a lens. John made a
tremendous effort to prevent a moan. "Raise your legs to your chest so I
can watch your anus." The physician called Jeremy as John obeyed his
orders. "Jeremy, please, handle me that bottle with white cream, then you
can return to your place." The little boy smiled watching his friend in
that awkward position; John felt terribly embarrassed and blushed. The man
spread some cream on his middle finger and introduced it thru the boy's
hole: "Tell me if it hurts."
"Yes sir." He murmured. Bernard inspected his bowels and touched the
boy's prostate; John jerked involuntarily as his penis was even harder than
before. He could not be more uncomfortable and felt the warm of his face as
he went redder than a beetroot.
"Does it hurt?" the physician asked. John could not speak, so he
moved the head negatively. He retrieved his finger and started washing his
hands carefully in a washbasin. "Get dressed young-man." The boy dragged up
his trousers and waited until he finished; the physician stared at the
scared boy and smiled. "You are as healthy as Jeremy or myself; however, I
would suggest you to be very careful with the persons that you allow to
sleep in your bed. Don't forget this, unless you like to find yourself in
trouble." He blushed, but he was so happy that he could not remain quiet.
"Oh thank you very much indeed, sir! It... it... it is the best news
I ever received..." He stammered.
"Alright, go to your duties and don't forget what I have told you."
"I won't sir. Thank you again." As he came out he was so happy that
took Jeremy in his arms and hugged him very tight. He was weeping, but this
time of happiness. The boatswain saw them and smiled. "Boys!" he commented.
They were now on latitude S and in spite it was near summer there, it was
cold. The Captain had ordered to get ready the boats, harpoons, etc; since
they were near their destination: the Antarctic Sea, and from that moment a
whale could be spotted. However, they still were far from the icebergs and
the great masses of the small fish, krill and herring that fed the whales.
The following day the ship was smoothly sailing southeast with good wind,
John and Jeremy were at the foremast maintop, watching the sea carefully
that was a little rough, but not too much. John looked exultant of
happiness. Jeremy thought it was the time to explore more of John's recent
life.
"John, would you get mad if I make you some personal questions?" He
turned his head and looked at his adored friend."
"Jeremy, I'll never get mad on you. I told you I love you and that's
in my heart." The older boy sighed and watched his friend intensely. Then
Jeremy continued; he was used to those love stares and manifestations from
his friend.
"You told me that Jack... you know, he did it to you...in some
occasions." The little boy flushed as he made the statement.
"Yes Jeremy, he fucked me on my butt many times last year; if that's
what you are trying to say. I have not any secret with you." They kept
silence for a few moments.
"Why didn't you stop him? You could have told it to your boatswain
or to an officer..." John turned again to look at his beautiful friend and
sighed.
"That would have meant a severe punishment to him, perhaps the
death, and I couldn't do that. All on contrary, I loved him, especially
when he did it to me."
"But he was hurting you..." Jeremy argued a little bit confused.
"Yes, he hurt me a little the first few times, though he was very
tender; but after that I liked it, I wanted it. I never felt happier than
when I was in his arms and he was kissing me. I felt warm and protected. No
one dared to argue to him; he was handsome and the strongest man of the
crew. I loved and I miss him. When you love someone it doesn't matter what
he does to you; besides he never was rough, but otherwise. He always was
very gentle and lovingly to me; I know he loved me." Jeremy turned his head
in surprise; he saw his friend's eyes blurred and was making great efforts
to keep his tears back. He did not know how to argue; John then continued:
"When we returned from the last voyage, we had fresh money; I kept it for
my mom, but Jack invited me to spend a week of holidays. We hired a room in
a countryside inn, not far from my village; he called it our honeymoon; it
truly was a sweet time. We registered as brothers, walked thru the fields
hands entwined like two lovers; we kissed, hugged and made out every night
until we were spent."
John paused, as Jeremy was astonished hearing his friend's story. He then
continued. "During the day, at any chance we had, we sucked one another,
kissed and rubbed." He paused again for a moment and smiled while he looked
to the sea; Jeremy looked at him perplexed thru the corner of his eyes. "I
swallowed his white seed, but sometimes it was so abundant that some
dribbled thru the corners of my mouth; then he lapped my chin until nothing
was left. I adored those moments. He told me many times that we should not
have done what we did, but he felt happy and glad because he loved me. We
enjoyed each other contacts, and nights were very short." John sighed. "We
expected to renew our old friendship and I was eagerly looking forward to
see him, until I saw you when you were talking to the officer." For Jeremy,
educated in the countryside and by a priest, all this was entirely new; he
did not know such a relationship between a boy and a man could exist; he
did not want to discover his ignorance but everything was in his mind for
later processing.
"But honeymoon is for a girl and a man when they get married."
Jeremy finally argued.
"I didn't mind. We both enjoyed it and it was the happiest time of
my life because we loved each other. We would have done anything to please
one another. What would you do if Mr. Northfield did it to you as tender as
he did to me? Would you tell the Captain? I don't think so, because I know
you love him." Jeremy deeply flushed as he thought that his most intimate
feelings had been discovered. How could his friend have guessed them? He
had never talked to anyone about this. That was deep into his soul; he had
not told and would not tell anybody. Then he answered his friend.
"How do you...? Well... I think he would never ask me that. He is so
good and so great..." John remained in silence; he murmured something in
disagreement to himself.
"Don't worry my friend, nobody has told me anything; besides, he
deserves being loved. He is one of the best men I ever met. Jack is not
any longer with us. I had planned that if we get good money, I would go to
the hospital and pay the physician to cure him, and once he is again fit
and healthy we'd resume our contacts. I didn't mind what others could tell
if they find out, but I saw you... and... well you know the rest." He
grinned; Jeremy looked at him and could see the tent formed in John's fly,
he was rubbing it softly.
"You have a hard-on, John." The young boy pointed out giggling.
"It always happens to me when I think about Jack. Do you jerk your
dick off, Jeremy?"
"You mean rub it up/down?" John nodded. "Well, some times." He lied
because he had done it often with Joe. "But the priest always said this was
a dead sin and God would punish me if I touched myself." John laughed
loudly and then said:
"If that were true, surely the other cabin-boys, the midshipmen,
most of the sailors and myself were condemned to the hell, because I do it
near everyday." They laughed together. "Do you want to see mine?" John
asked.
"Why not?" Jeremy was not a shy boy and always was ready to
learnt. John unbuttoned his fly and immediately a lovely four and a half
inches curved dick popped out; he had a little bush of hair at the
base. Jeremy looked at it and asked. "John, did you do it to Jack, too?"
"Oh yes, many times. We liked and I enjoyed it, especially sucking
him in a sixty nine position." John observed that Jeremy did not know much
about this, he grinned and explained. "That is when I turn so my head is
on his crotch and his on mine, so we can suck each other dick at the same
time." The younger boy smiled excitedly. "But it was not as good as when he
fucked me; his dick was over seven inches and, of course, thicker and
larger than mine; it was a monster compared with mine. He said that it
would be good fun when I'm sixteen, and we do it each other." While he was
talking instinctively was slowly masturbating himself; the near eleven y/o
boy was thrilled, now his smaller dick tenting his trousers: "Can I see
yours, Jeremy?" Asked the older boy. The little boy looked down to the deck
and assured nobody was watching them; he then opened his fly and a
beautiful three and an half inches straight little cock appeared in all his
glory. "Can I touch it? John asked excited. Jeremy nodded and John wrapped
his left thumb and four fingers round that lovely cock, and started moving
up and down a few times. He had dreamed many times about this
moment. Jeremy gasped and moaned in pleasure closing his eyes. John could
not help, and bending his head he put Jeremy's little dick into his
mouth. The little boy felt the warm sensation; he wanted to tell his friend
to stop, but before he did, John moved away and started jacking Jeremy's
meat off. The little boy closed his large eyes in ecstasy; he thought he
should pay back his friend. He was left-handed and placing his fingers
round the engorged cock started quickly moving it up and down as had made
many times to his friend Joe. Both were excited and Jeremy could see the
precum oozing from the elder boy's cock. He was amazed, very closed to
reach that sweet sensation that he had experienced before, but not so
intense: his dry orgasm. John more experienced, guessed his little friend's
situation and increased the pace; soon Jeremy legs stretched out. He
stopped breathing, gritted his teeth as that lovely warm sensation went
thru his young body with a spasm. He moaned and stopped jerking John's
dick. When he recovered he looked at his friend that was moving fast up and
down his own fist; his eyes closed. He groaned as he spurted his little
load of clear semen. In that moment the clear pitchy voice of Jeremy was
heard:
"It blows, it blows!!!." Someone on the desk asked "Where? "About
three grades south- east, sir."
Chapter 3
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The bell chimed loudly, and like an automaton, the crew started its work;
they were men with a large experience and trained. The captain ordered to
maximum sail and soon they were near the whales. Two boats were launched
with twelve men each. The harpooners were at the bow ready to launch their
deadly weapons. Suddenly the big animals jumped near them to breathe and
four terrible harpoons crossed the air and reached their targets. The
wounded animals started a mad run deep into the cold waters, leaving a
trail of blood and dragging the two boats behind them at a mad speed. The
ship followed up the boats, but soon they were out of sight on the
South. As the sunset approached, the wind died out and the ship's speed
dropped to near a stop. The captain ordered to place a large lantern at the
top of the mainmast, so the boats could see it. There was nothing they
could do, except to wait the dawn, when the wind would start blowing again.
The crew had dinner and went to sleep, except those who were on guard; they
needed to be fit and well for the coming day. It was cold outside in spite
of being near the summer and still far from the ship's objective; even with
the thick clothes that they wore felt the coldness of the night. Jeremy was
excited with all the events of that day; first, how he enjoyed John's
treatment to his hard dick, and second the appearance of the gigantic
whales and all what followed. He knew next day would start with many things
to do. He could not forget the image of the whale's tails on the air when
the harpoons hit their large backs. He finished his chores, put on his long
flannel sleeping-shirt and went to lie down under the blankets, but he felt
cold and was shivering, his teeth gritting. Then he heard:
"Jeremy, please come here." Bernard cabin was connected with the
infirmary where the boy slept. He obeyed and watched how Bernard was
lifting his soft merino-lamb-fur inviting him to go under the cover near
him. "Come in, I don't want you to catch a cold. Take off your night
shirt." In that moment the boy thought all about what he had talked with
John, because Bernard was in the nude under the cover and had ordered him
to get naked, too. He doubted for a second, but immediately he did as was
told. He knew what would come next and he was ready. Yes, he loved that
man; he had been very good to him, better than even his own mother. Nobody
had cared about him like his boss had, and he must pay him back: "The nude
will help to warm you up." He did not say anything and laid on his side in
front of the man with his back to him. He felt the warm body sticks to his;
he noticed the man's flaccid cock and soft balls on his butt. Bernard
placed his arm round the lovely boy and dragged his light body to his,
cuddling Jeremy into his arms; both bodies spooned as one. The boy's head
was under the man's chin. Soon the warmness involved both bodies and
Jeremy stopped shivering and his teeth gritting. "Is it better?" Bernard
asked.
"Yes sir, much better, thanks." The boy murmured. He was expectant
and did not move; in fact he was near asleep, but he heard that Bernard was
not asleep yet. Probably the quietness made the man to believe that the boy
had drifted to sleep, but he was not. He felt the man lips on his right
cheek as he placed a tender kiss on it. He said in a whisper:
"Good nights, my son." Another peck. "Have happy dreams, my angel."
Jeremy in such a way felt disappointed since he expected the man to start
fucking his butt; however, he felt relieved. He was aware of what Bernard
had made, and he felt the happiest boy in the world. A couple of tears
rolled down on his cheeks, however his little dick was hard thinking about
what John had told him and he expected from Bernard. When he wiped
carefully the tears he noted that his loved man was hard asleep; he cuddled
even more into his arms; the man's hand was near the boy's chin, he kissed
it and as a pray said:
"Good night, dad." In seconds he was hard asleep, too. Jeremy heard
the bell announcing the coming dawn and his turn to watch at the top. He
jumped from the bed, got dressed and went to the galley to take his hot
morning stew. After eating it, he placed on a tray Bernard's breakfast and
left it in the cabin. He returned to deck and climbed to the foremast. He
watched how men were preparing the melting equipment and fire to heat the
whale's fat; still it was dark. "Light on two degrees on starboard!" He
shouted with his pitchy voice. A light wind had started and the ship placed
her bow to where the light was showing. The large vessel soon arrived where
one of the boats had captured a big whale, it was the male. Other light was
detected further south; the ship put on tow the first animal and continued
to meet the other boat. Soon all men and boys available were dragging up
the large animals onto deck thru a large door and access ramp placed at the
stern and over the large rudder. Once the whales were onboard they started
cutting them in pieces with large curved knives attached to long wooden
sticks, while others were throwing them into the burning bins to convert
into liquid fat. One of he sailor had been injured and Jeremy went to his
place near Bernard to attend him; fortunately it was not serious. After
attending the injured man, Bernard said to the boy:
"Jeremy, the animal liver will be placed apart, most of it to be
cooked. I want you to eat it uncooked, those are my instructions for the
rest of the crew. However they might not obey me and I can't force them to
do so, that's up to them; but I want you to take that serious; I'll do it
myself."
"But... but it must taste horrible!, once I had to drink some
cod-oil and I thought I would die." The boy argued.
"This is different; but if you feel some revulsion stop smelling by
pressing your nose and eat it."
"I'll eat it sir, but why?"
"It is essential for your growing up and health; I want you to be
strong and healthy." Jeremy recalled the previous night and deeply sighed.
A feverish and disciplined work was established in the ship, leaving only a
few hours to rest. The ship's sails were down during the night; during the
day she continued her voyage to the South. At bedtime he directly went to
Bernard's cabin; he was already in bed and motioned him to enter under the
soft and warm covers. He did gladly, cuddled into the man's arms and
sighed; he noticed again how his little cock started to get hard. He felt
in his back Bernard's soft chest hair and the warm of his flaccid dick and
balls against his butt. They were tired, however, Jeremy did not drift to
sleep; he felt excited and happy, very happy. He dared to say in a low
voice:
"Sir, I... I... would like you were my dad." Bernard sighed, and
slowly said:
"Jeremy, please turn over." Jeremy did as ordered and now they were
facing each other a little separated. Bernard looked into the boy's blue
eyes, now illuminated by the moonlight that entered thru the rounded
porthole. "Jeremy, do you really mean that?"
"Yes sir; I mean that and... much more,
because... because... I... love you." The man dragged tightly the boy to
his chest and kissed his forehead, and then said:
"Jeremy, my beautiful and good child, nothing will please me more
than to become your father. I loved you right from the moment you put your
foot into this ship." Jeremy could not believe what he had heard; he
separated for a moment from Bernard, stared again to him with his blurred
eyes as tears dribbled down his cheeks. Impulsively placed his red lips on
Bernard's in a long and gentle kiss, as he had never done before. That was
the way that a son or a father expressed love in his homeland and in his
family.
"I love you dad." The boy scarcely could say. The man sighed and
pulled the boy to his chest again; he noticed the boy's erected little
penis against his navel and the tears wetting his haired chest.
"I love you with all my heart, my son." The boy was excited; it was
too much for a young boy after a difficult life. Instinctively he started
moving his hips up and down rubbing his hot dick against his new father's
skin. Soon he was in other dimension and realm up in the stars. Bernard
understood his son's moment, though it was new for him, he rubbed the boy's
back and caressed tenderly his soft hair many times during the few minutes
of the boy's excitement. Jeremy's body tensed, a muffled moan came thru
his young throat as he returned to our world after having been in the
seventh cloud during his dry orgasm. Bernard wanted to tell him many things
and to prevent him about telling anybody; but the tired boy was hard
asleep. He kissed him on the cheeks and turned him to his original
position. He stayed awaked watching his new son. He then murmured: "Yes
I'll adopt you as soon as I can; you'll be a great man, and have a family;
you will never be alone and dejected again, my son; you deserve it. I'll
take care of you, my little Jeremy. Have nice dreams." Bernard touched
reverently the long brown hair in front of him. He recalled how the boy's
excitement had turned into a sexual need and how pleased he looked. Sure
his sexuality was awakening.
That night Jeremy had beautiful dreams with his new father, he could not
remember his real progenitor since he was too little when he died and that
was a long time ago for him. He heard the bell announcing the start of his
duties. He turned around facing Bernard and gave him a tender peck on the
lips.
"Good morning, dad." He jumped from the warm bed, dressed quickly
and when he was to leave Bernard called him.
"Jeremy, my son, we need to talk over the new situation." The boy
sent his father his most beautiful smile.
"I know it, dad; but my chores can't wait. We'll talk tonight. I
would like to tell everybody, to spread to the four winds just now, but I
know I must keep my mouth shut." He approached again Bernard and before he
could realise Jeremy kissed him and left.
The Captain had some preference for Bernard; his ship was the only one with
a highly qualified physician. Besides Bernard was the son of one of his
best friends; in spite of himself coming from a lower class
society. Bernard's father was a Northfield though he had not any title; his
uncle was Lord Northfield, a high rank officer in the Royal Navy. Bernard
was disciplined, good officer and never presumed of his aristocratic
origin, and the crew loved and respected him. This was his third voyage on
board of the "Seagull"; he had recently lost his wife and his little son;
the little boy was much like his mother, blond and very weak. He and his
father fought day and night to save their lives without success. As a good
physician, he decided to fight his possible depression by helping
others. The captain knew Bernard loved the sea since he was a boy and had
been duly trained, but loved more the medicine, so he offered him a post in
his crew. That morning that all available souls were on duty cutting and
melting the whale's fat, he came to greet the captain as he entered into
his guard.
"You look happy this cold morning, Bernard." The captain said.
"Well, still it is not so cold and I have some motivations, sir. We
have not any injured person, we have good weather, we captured four large
whales and..." He paused for a few moments though he had decided to go
ahead with his plans about Jeremy. "...I need to talk to you, privately."
Bernard always treated with respect all members of the crew, from the
captain to the last cabin boy, and especially his superiors.
"Don you want it now?" The Captain asked.
"I can wait sir; I must enter in my guard. Duties above all, sir."
"Alright, tonight after the meeting we can have it, if you dare to a
chess match."
"Yes sir. Thanks." He went to comply with his duties. That evening,
after the meeting with the rest of the officers about the course of
actions, and during the chess match, he explained his intentions about
adopting Jeremy as his legal son to the Captain. The Captain looked at his
officer and friend thoughtfully.
"Bernard, let's forget for a moment our differences as Captain and
Officer and be only friends as we were on land. That's a praiseworthy
action from you, however, have you thought about what your father and the
boy's family will think? Bernard kept silence for a while, and then
answered his friend.
"Yes sir. Jeremy has not any other family except an old aunt and I
don't think he will see her again alive. He has described me the symptoms
of her sickness, so he is a total orphan; he lost the rest of his family
during the last pest epidemic. I have considered my father's reaction; I'm
his only heir but am sure he will love Jeremy as much as I do. I have been
working hard like an automaton just trying to forget the unforgettable: my
son and my wife's death. Without he knowing it, this little boy has
conquered my heart and my will to live again. I owe him a lot. If we live
long enough to see him growing into a man, you will then understand my
decision. It is not normal that a boy of eleven can make algebra
calculations and absorb medicine data; Geography, Physic... and even Latin
as he does." The Captain grinned with his friend's determination.
"It is up to you, Bernard; I hope you are right. In any case I can
carry out the ceremony of adoption onboard; the circumstances allow it,
however, this must be confirmed when we return to port, or when Jeremy is
12 y/o."
"If you don't mind sir, I would like to do it onboard with all our
friends present; if something happened to me during this trip he would not
be abandoned, and what is more important, spoiled. Please sir, arrange it
as your early convenience."
"I'll do it Bernard, I'll let you know; yet, firstly I must speak
with the child."
"Thank you, sir." They shook hands and Bernard went to his cabin
where Jeremy was waiting him to go to bed as he had done during the past
few days. They smiled to each other, Bernard opened his arms and Jeremy
launched himself into the man's arms in a tight and tender hug; in seconds
they undressed and went under the cover stark naked, as usual. Jeremy put
his left leg between Bernard's thighs and snuggled into his arms, he looked
tenderly at his new father as started to rubbing Bernard's hairy chest.
"Do you know dad? I love rubbing your chest hair; it is so soft..."
Bernard grinned tussling his son's now long light brown hair. "Dad, when I
become your legal son, shall I be able to keep my name?"
"You can keep it or change, but I would prefer you keep it. Your
surname will be changed and you will be a Northfield, as I am." Jeremy
sighed thinking in those coming moments.
"Dad, I don't mind to be a Northfield or a Mall, as long as you love
me."
"You can be sure about this, my beautiful son. When we arrive home
I'll introduce you to my father and mother; I'm sure they will love you as
much as I do. They are very good persons and my father is an exceptional
man and a better physician. You won't be very shocked with his procedures
because you know mine, but he's very advanced and doesn't believe in many
of the old medicine topics and practices."
"I... I... I'm scared about that moment, but that's still a few
months away." They kept silence for a few moments. The boy stared into his
new father's eyes as he dared to say: "Dad, the first night I was waiting
something from you..." He paused awaiting Bernard to ask, but the man kept
silence. Then he added: "I thought for a fleeting moment I was wrong and
you did not love me."
"Why? You have told me that you guessed I loved you right from the
moment we started this trip."
"Yes, it is true; but you were hugging and kissing me and made
nothing to me. I... I... I thought you were going to... you know, to put
your thing into my butt." Bernard sighed and hugged his son very tight to
his chest.
"Why did you think I would do that to you, my son?"
"Well... John told me that Jack loved him and did it to him;
however, I was relieved when you didn't do it, because he said it hurts the
first few times, but later it feels good and funny. John also said that if
I loved you as he loved Jack, I would accept it without any protest because
that is part of our love." Bernard kissed his son on the lips a long and
tender kiss to reassure him his love, as he caressed his hair staring into
the boy's blue eyes. His were blurred, though Jeremy did not notice it.
"Jeremy, John talked from his experience as an homosexual. I have
not ever done this to a man and much less to a boy, and I will never do
it. I love you too much to cause you the minimum pain. You are right, my
son; but a father should not do such a thing to a son. I have seen many
boys abused by their fathers and some of them did it because they liked it,
enjoyed and loved each other. Nevertheless, some were really abused because
did not like it. As you will experience in your life, mankind is sometimes
very complicated. You are too young to understand this; if we return safely
home, with the time you will grow up and become a medicine doctor, and you
will be able to see many kinds of love." He paused. "John loves Jack
because he is homosexual, in other words, he has the body of a boy but he
feels like a girl, so he loves males. Our society doesn't want to
understand and admit this fact and reject them; but it has been like that
since human being is living in this planet. It is not exclusive of the
mankind, also in animals like apes can be seen. There are many persons like
John; some don't mind and live together as a couple. I have two homosexual
friends and I can assure you they are the honest persons I have ever
met. On the other hand, it is not a problem only of males, there are also
females that feel the same, but they hide it better than the men." Jeremy
thought for a minute and then said:
"He explained me that last year when they ended the trip, went for a
whole week on holidays, they made it out everyday a few times. He said it
was very pleasurable. Then, is he a queer, dad?"
"That's a strong and offensive word for a friend, son. It is not his
fault to feel as he does, he was born with that inclination and probably he
never change; he might hide it as women do, but he will never enjoy being
with a girl."
"I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean that; he is my best friend onboard
and has no secret with me."
"A good friend is a high appreciating jewel."
"I wonder how, but he guessed I loved you. He told me that you are a
very handsome man and that almost certainly a witch woman will catch and
marry you. Then you might have children of your own and then you...would
leave me aside." The boy expressed his concerns near in a whisper; Bernard
then hugged him again very tight to his chest.
"Jeremy, I don't know how to say this, but you must trust me. I
wanted a son; I had one and I lost him. Now you have come into my life and
into my heart, I will never leave you aside." The boy sighed. "After what
happened to my wife and son, my plans do not include a marriage; I did once
and I don't want to go thru it again. I pretend to travel and study
sicknesses round the world and you will come with me. I want to heal pain
and for that I need to be free. You will grow and become into a handsome
young man; surely girls will be round you all the time." Jeremy smiled and
pressed his body against his father's; his little dick was hard poking into
Bernard's navel. "It seems that you little brother is hard." Bernard said
as Jeremy blushed.
"Yes, it is excited and feels good." He kept silence for a
moment. "Dad, what do you do when your big brother gets hard? Because since
we started this trip mine is always demanding attention and I must take
care of it."
"Well, I suppose you know the answer. You have had a release with my
body; well... since I don't have any to whom I do it, either I masturbate,
jerk off as you boys put it, or I leave Mother Nature to work."
"That's not true, dad; you have me." Bernard kissed the child's
forehead with love.
"You are my son and I don't want to do anything sexual with you. I
love you too much." Saying this, Bernard caressed his son's face with the
back of his hand. Jeremy sighed.
"But if I did it to John, why not doing it to you? I don't love him
and I love you. You are my father, so..." Bernard interrupted him.
"Did you do it to John?" Jeremy blushed.
"Well... in fact he wanted to do it to me. He put my penis into his
mouth for a few moments, then he rubbed it until that lovely feeling came
to my loins; so I felt I must reciprocate him and I rubbed his dick up and
down until he spurted a few drops of whitish clear stuff. We did it up
there in the top of the foremast the day we discovered the first whales."
Bernard grinned and kept silence, he guessed his adopted son's thoughts; he
continued. "However, it was not half of pleasurable as we did the other
night. That was fantastic, dad! It was as if I was climbing to the top of a
rainbow, every moment the colours were brighter and brighter. When I
reached the top, an explosion of colours and stars came into my mind. It
was so wonderful, so marvellous!... Then I started descending the rainbow
and I went into a dream that I have had a few times. I'll tell you later."
"I know how you felt, son. When you grow and go to bed with a girl,
to whom you truly love, then you will experiment the same sensation but
stronger. I did it with my wife, because of that I don't want to speak
about her or my son. I always get sad remembering those moments."
"Dad, please, let me do it to you as I did to John. Please." Bernard
looked into the boy's eyes, and said.
"No Jeremy. I know it is silly but I have strong prejudices to admit
it; probably with the time I'll disregard them, but by now I can't do
it. You are my son and I'm ready to please you on any thing that you want
from me, but that goes against my principles and I must forget them before
I could accept it." He wanted to change the subject because he knew he was
not fully sincere to himself. "What about your dream, son?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow. I'm tired dad and it is late." He kissed
his father goodnights, turned over and cuddled into his arms; he felt
Bernard's soft chest hair on his back and his flaccid penis against his
butt. Bernard's hand rubbed his son's smooth cheeks; and spooned, he hugged
the boy tightly to his chest.
"Have sweet dreams, son."
"The same you, dad." The boy kissed his father palm and placed it on
his chest; Bernard could notice the strong heartbeat of his boy. He sighed
and both drifted to sleep.
Chapter 4
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The following weeks were very busy ones. They had arrived to the hunting
area just when they had finished melting the six previous animals. They
were lucky and more were added, though the work was hard; fortunately the
sea was not very rough and that helped. The wind blowing soft from the
North contributed to the success; however, in spite of being in the
Southern summer, the air was very cold. While they were cooperating in the
cutting or melting, Bernard taught his son daily all about navigation and
medicine that he could; the boy was like a sponge and his brain accumulated
knowledge about all matters he knew could serve him in the future. He knew
what his son wanted about sex, but Bernard was not prepared for it; he
wanted his child to grow free of prejudices but it was hard for him to
change his mentality. The boy was very smart and did not mention again the
subject, however, Bernard took a special care to reassure his love and the
boy rewarded him with the most beautiful smiles and love that filled his
heart with pride. One those nights that they were not so tired, Bernard
asked him.
"Jeremy, have you had that dream again?" The child gave his father
the loveliest smile, as he caressed the man's shaved face.
"Yes dad. Some times a little different, but..."
"Can you tell me about it? Or is it so private that..."
"Well some of it is very personal, but I don't have any secret with
you." Bernard kept silence in order the boy could organize his thoughts,
then he started. "Dad, normally it starts with you and I, hands entwined
riding on a very large wave on a blue sea; then we are naked in a strange
beach walking happily. Suddenly it changes and I'm alone, most likely in
the same place, sitting and facing a beautiful red-haired girl of my age,
and looking each other into our eyes. She has freckles under her eyes and
the most intensive blue eyes I have ever seen; ours are blue, but hers are
like the sky in the tropical coast; more or less as Joe has. I'll tell you
about Joe later. She had red and some thick lips; wonderful white teeth,
and when she smiles me, I felt as if I melted into her like the whale
fat. She closes her eyes and when I'm going to kiss her the bell announcing
the guard chimes, destroying my dream. Normally I found my penis is hard
needing to pee." The boy sighed. "Can you tell me anything about this, dad?
Perhaps Joe has something to do with it in my mind, he also has red hair
and has very bright blue eyes." Bernard smiled and rubbed his son's pink
cheek.
"Partially. I can't say anything regarding the wave and the strange
beach, but about the girl it is clear for me; it demonstrates what I
guessed about you..."
"About me, dad?" The boy said with perplexity.
"Yes. That proves: that you are a very healthy boy; that you have
not homosexual tendencies and that you are approaching puberty. Those
dreams will increase its intensity and pleasure; and with a little more
than one year, your body will reach the peak and have your first wet
dream."
"Wet dream, what is it, dad?"
"It is the first time that you spurt semen, like John did when you
were on top of the foremast; when this happens your body have matured
enough to produce life; semen is the seed of life. It is believed that a
matured female produces a similar seed into her and when both join, the
miracle of life starts, creating a new being: the baby. Hence the need to
introduce the penis into the woman's vagina or pussy as you might call it."
He paused waiting comments from the boy. Then he continued. "Nobody knows
how it happens, but with some differences it takes place within all
animals, especially the mammal ones. That's what in slang is called
fucking." The young boy was open-mouthed with these revelations; he kept
silence for a moment while his young brains were processing all this new
information.
"Dad, does it means that the whales do it male to female, too?"
Bernard smiled after the boy's astonishment and quick reaction. This is the
kind of son he had dreamed about, wanted and missed. He was very similar as
himself was at his age; always trying to find out the origin of everything;
to satisfy his endless curiosity. He answered him:
"Yes. I have never watched it because they couple in a different
time and sea. A friend of mine that is serving HM in a warship, watched how
a male with a five or six yards long penis was trying to inseminate a
female whale." The boy laughed imagining that long cock. "The sperm of this
animal must be very much the same as you watched John spurting. Of course,
this doesn't coincide with what the priests might have taught you. Just not
long time ago, the Church sent many men to the fire for speaking like
this." He paused. "This has been an advanced lesson on animal reproduction
from the time surely life started. I think it is enough by now."
"That's fantastic, dad! I would spend nights and days hearing and
learning from you. Of course it doesn't coincide with what the priest said
to us, but we'll continue some other day. Human being and life is so
amazing..." Bernard ruffled his future son's hair and smiled saying:
"This has reminded me something. There, behind that box is what I
would call a lifebelt. See it, please."
"Dad, it is cold and I'm naked."
"I know, but it is very important and nobody will watch that
gorgeous figure of your body." Jeremy smiled and jumped from the cosy bunk,
he was hard and his little cock was proudly sticking out. He went behind
the box and found a series of rectangular cork pieces linked by two
cords. "Place and tie up round your chest and waist." The boy nodded and
comply the order; once he did it, he showed to his father; then he untied
the device and returned under the covers. "Do you know the meaning of
that?" Bernard asked the boy.
"I suppose it is to protect my chest about something, but I wonder
of what."
"No, it isn't. That is to protect your life in case of wreckage or
an accidental falling into the sea. That would keep you afloat as long as
you wear it." Bernard said seriously. However the boy argued:
"Unlike most of the sailors, I know how to swim, dad. My brothers
taught me and Joe in the river." Bernard then added further explanations.
"Probably you could swim a short space of time and with good
weather, but not in case there is rough sea." He looked into his dad's eyes
and knew how much they loved each other. Bernard added stressing his
words: "If in any circumstance I order you to wear it, you just obey me
quickly and wear the lifebelt, don't argue or ask questions. Possibly we
will never use it, but while we are in the sea the risk exists."
"I'll do, dad. I'll strictly comply your instructions." He kept
silent for some moments then he said changing the subject: "I told you
something about Joe, but I think I never mentioned him to you."
"No, you didn't. Who is he? I suppose is a friend from your
village."
"You are right. Until I came onboard he was my best friend, his
name's Joe MacLean; he's an Irish descendant and has a large family;
fortunately none of his brothers and sisters died during the epidemic days,
only his grandparents. We used to sing in the church's choir; and he has
the most beautiful voice I ever heard, even better than mine."
"I did not know this part of your life. How is he?"
"For me, Joe is fantastic, however not for everybody. For instance,
we knew that the priest liked to touch boys, but only pretty boys of the
school and alter boys. He was not fond of Joe because he is not pretty, but
my friend is the best of all of us learning languages and singing. We have
been best friends as far as I can remember, I would say more than friends
or brothers. My aunty and his mom used to say we were as twins, but not
identical, and they were right, though physically we are entirely
different. We loved each other, but that word never came thru our mouths
until the last moment of my farewell; it was hard for us to say goodbye."
He stopped and Bernard asked:
"Did the priest touch you?"
"I must be honest, and I think he had that idea. His wife caught him
when he placed his hand on my bare thigh during a maths class; though he
had done it a few times before. In that moment I did not know the meaning
of it until I overheard his wife scolding and threatening him to tell
bishop; she had been my mom's old friend. He had plans to take me into a
seminary; he had suggested it to me and to my aunty, but I clearly said I
did not like to be a priest. Thanks to his wife I met you here." Jeremy
stared at his father tenderly, then continued: "The last day, when I went
to say goodbye and collect the letter for the captain, the priest was going
to kiss my cheeks but I quickly offered my hand, he grinned and shook
it. Then I told him to care about Joe because my friend was the best singer
of the choir; he told me that the Church had already plans for him. I
wonder what the plans are."
"Well, we'll find out when we return. I'll be glad meeting him. I
suppose that two so different boys but at the same time so equal, you were
together in many pranks." Jeremy then chuckled and jabbed his father.
"Yes, you are right. More than once we were spanked." The boy paused
for a minute, grinned and then continued: "We did many things together,
nevertheless, what we most loved was to play and stay in our barn in the
middle of the comfortable warm straw, especially when the weather was not
very cold." Bernard guessed those moments as he recalled what he did with
his cousin Charles in their loft.
"Why was the barn so special for you?" Jeremy stared at his father;
he knew Bernard knew his answer.
"Well, Joe is special and we were naughty boys when we were
together. From time to time we went upstairs in the barn and rubbed our
penises until they were near soared because we did not know we had to put
some saliva. It was nice but never reached the final point." Jeremy
grinned looking at his father that was paying much attention to his son's
explanations. Then he continued. "About two years ago, we were rubbing our
dicks and suddenly Joe told me: ""I'll suck your weenie if you promise to
suck mine afterwards. Alright"" I said. Before I could realise he spread my
legs, stared at me cunningly and in seconds he had my dick in his mouth. I
did not expect it was so good. Soon I was breathing hard. I could not bear
that great tickle sensation as all my body jerked. I was tossing my head to
each side and I remember that I was anxious he ended that punishment. I
tried to stop him but I could not. Suddenly my body tensed, I raised my
hips, held my breath and I groaned as a wounded animal. I fell back on the
straw and I think near passed out. I heard Joe far away telling me: "Jeri,
please wake up, wake" I did and I told him what I had felt. He said: ""You
got me scared as a hell; is it that as good?"" Without any hesitance I
pushed him down on his back and I did him what he had done to me. When he
recovered, smiling said: ""It was as good as my brother Ben told me"" We
laughed together, got dressed and went down to the stable. Ben was feeding
the cows, watched us and also started laughing murmuring: "Naughty boys!""
"Good boys and good friends!" Bernard said ruffling his son's hair
again as Jeremy cuddled into his father's arms. He had his left leg between
Bernard's legs and felt the softness of his balls and dick; with the story
with Joe, his penis was very hard. He badly wanted to touch his dad's cock
and make him to feel the marvellous tickle, but he did not want to force
him. It was incomprehensible to him why he did not want it. He loved being
in his arms and when he rubbed his cock against him... It was so lovely!
Instinctively he closed his eyes and started rubbing his hard little cock
against his father's belly. Bernard with all the tenderness he could muster
said: "Jeremy, if you don't want your penis to get soared as when you did
with Joe, you should put some saliva on your little brother's head." The
boy smiled to his dad and flushed.
"Please dad, do it yourself." They separated a little and Bernard
reluctantly put some of his saliva in his fingers, and dragging the
foreskin back he spread the saliva on the boy's red cock-head. Jeremy
moaned at his father first touch. Bernard retrieved his hand and Jeremy
moaned again. He closed his eyes and started experiencing the marvellous
rainbow in his mind. Soon he climbed to the top and that beautiful
explosion of colours came into his mind as his body tensed, his breath
increased and he reached the peak of his dry orgasm. The man caressed
softly his son's back repeatedly while he was absorbed in his bliss. The
ecstasy ended and both drifted to sleep.
The hunting continued and their closeness and love increased. The boy was
carrying out some duties in the infirmary when a man came advising him to
present himself into the Captain's cabin. The boy almost started trembling
since he had never been in the Captain quarters. Immediately went and
entered after asking permission to go in; that was the first time he would
speak to the Captain; he was scared and was shaking.
"Come in, boy." He entered and stood in front of the Captain's desk;
the first and second officers were sat near him. "Are you Jeremy Mall?" The
Captain asked.
"Yes sir, I am." Jeremy replied.
"Jeremy, Mr. Bernard Northfield, our physician and third officer,
had expressed his will to adopt you as his own son. Do you know that?" The
boy relaxed, it was nothing regarding his job, so he felt released.
"Yes sir. My..." he rectified. "Mr. Northfield told me all about."
The Captain and the officers grinned.
"We know you can read and write very well. Watch this document and
read it." The man handed a scroll to Jeremy and he read it; then handed
back over to the Captain.
"I understand that, sir; more or less it says what you have told me
just now."
"Do you accept what is written on it? Do you accept Mr. Bernard
Northfield as you own father with all the prerogatives inherent to that?"
Jeremy did not understand the legal terms, but he knew that behind those
words, above all, there was love, abeyance, and protection.
"Yes sir, I do, sir."
"In this case, sign it together with these two gentlemen; they are
witnesses of your assertion and acceptance because you are a minor. Your
future father has already signed it." Then the three of them signed the
scroll. The Captain continued. "As soon as I sign this document, you will
be Jeremy Northfield. You might change your mind before you are twelve y/o;
in this instance you ought to express it to the Major of your town of
residence. Once this time is over, you will not be able to change anything
until you are 21 y/o. Do you understand that, Jeremy?"
"Yes sir, I do sir; but I'll never change my mind, I love my
father... I mean my future father..."
"Don't worry Jeremy, you can call him your father in private,
however, I suggest you to wait until I publicly sign it, then you can say
it to the crew or to your friends."
"Yes sir, I'll do sir. Thanks."
"In that case you can return to your duties." The boy wanted to make
thousands of questions to the Captain; for instance, when he could call dad
publicly to his father or when he would sign that stupid paper. He felt a
great wish to shout out and to hug his father, John and to every member of
the crew, but he had to wait, at least until tonight when they were in
their cabin. He ended up his guard and quickly went into the physician's
cabin. The man guessed what the little boy was feeling, so he opened his
arms and Jeremy jumped onto him gripping his long legs round his father
waist, with such force that Bernard had to make a great effort to keep his
balance. He had grown some during the months spent in the ship.
"I love you, daddy, I love you with all my heart. I have never loved
anyone like I love you." Still with the boy in his arms, Bernard sat on his
bunk and hugged his new son very tight to his heart. Jeremy was sobbing
tears of happiness and joy.
"I love you, too, my son, even more than I loved my own son." They
kissed on the lips and the man ordered:
"Please lock the door, the ship is quiet and we don't expect
anyone. Tonight is a special one and belongs only to us. Do you know which
date is today Jeremy?" The boy moved his head negatively while he was sat
on the man lap and his arms round Bernard's neck. "Today is 20th November."
The boy wide opened his beautiful blue eyes.
"It is my birthday, I'm eleven!" The boy exclaimed jubilantly. For a
fleeting moment the boy's thoughts went to his ever-best friend, Joe. It
was his birthday, too. The answer from his father brought him to the
present moment forgetting his friend.
"Exactly, it is your birthday and the date you have become my real
son. I have a little present for you." He took off a small gold ring from
his little finger and placed it in Jeremy middle finger. "My dad gave it to
me in my twelve birthday when I went to Oxford, and now it is yours. At
eleven you are as big as I was at twelve. You have grown a lot lately."
Jeremy could not prevent tears running down his smooth cheeks and between
sobs he repeated:
"I love you dad. I would do anything that you order me, anything!
Please keep safe this beautiful ring, I could lose it." He tried to take it
off from his finger but it was well fixed in it.
"That's yours and I don't think you will lose it. Now let's undress
because the bed is waiting for us." Like every night, Jeremy had washed
carefully before coming to bed with water from the sea, because they could
not waste normal water, except for cooking. In seconds he was naked and
cuddled into his father's arms, face to face. Then he said:
"Dad, today is my birthday and I would like to ask you for something
special." Bernard grinned.
"Granted. What is it?" Bernard asked, though he knew what his son
would ask."
"I want to... to touch your... You are my father and I'm your son."
He looked at his son, placed his palms round the beautiful boy's cheeks and
kissed his lovely red lips tenderly. Jeremy kissed back his father
pressing his lips against his.
"I love you Jeremy and I know that anything we do tonight is covered
by our quilt of love. Do whatever you like and want." Jeremy's dick was
hard and soon he felt his father's fingers round it. "You better straddle
me and sit on my chest with your back to me, so it is easier for you and
me." Jeremy kissed his dad again and turned around. Bernard's dick was hard
too and for the first time Jeremy saw his father's dick in full
erection. He placed his two hands round it and squeezed it. The man moaned
in pleasure. Then Jeremy turned his head and looked back to his father with
a grin as he said:
"Dad, it is huge!" Bernard sighed.
"It is a normal one, a little bit over seven inches. I have seen
larger and thicker ones."
"I wonder how John could hold such a big turd into his anus." The
man smiled. "Dad, will you put some saliva on my cock head?"
"I don't think you'll need it. Can you see the clear watery fluid on
top of my penis?"
"Yes. You are spurting a lot; what is sit?"
"That's called pre-seminal fluid, in slang "precum". The body
produces it to lube the girl vagina when having intercourse, or making
love, as normally it said; she also produces it. Take some of it and spread
on your little dickhead." Jeremy did as ordered, his little cock jerked and
he moaned with the new sensation. He took his finger to his tongue and
tasted it.
"Dad, it tastes good, like blood. I like it." The man chuckled and
started slowly masturbating his son. Jeremy understood that the moment he
had so eagerly wanted had arrived. He placed his hands round the man thick
meat and started stroking it slowly up and down. He heard how his father
moaned in pleasure; he placed his right hand under his dad's balls and
massaged them. Bernard squirmed and increased his strokes to Jeremy's dick;
after some minutes, he felt approaching his orgasm while his son closed his
eyes and bent his head back. Jeremy now was climbing the last steps of his
particular rainbow at his dad's hands. Bernard could not stop his
climax. He raised his hips, and as Jeremy reached the top of his private
rainbow with a loud moan, Bernard exploded with a muffled groan and his
long time untouched dick started spurting his large load, with such a force
that his first shot reached Jeremy's nose, a second to his neck and some
more over his smooth chest and belly. Jeremy laid his back on his father's
chest as he was spent. When the boy opened his eyes, not yet recovered his
breathing, he noticed how some of Bernard's cream entered in his mouth as
he made a grimace of distaste. He turned around and showed it to his father
that still had not fully recovered. Bernard smiled watching his son covered
by his semen. He could not stop and dragged the boy tenderly to him in a
joyful hug. Then Jeremy hugged his father back and retreated a little as he
said:
"It doesn't taste like the precum. It has a special and rare odour
and flavour, but I like the sensation and especially your muffled groan,
dad. It has been fantastic! Let's do it again." Bernard grinned watching
his son over creamed with his spunk.
"We must wait a few minutes until my organs are refilled with new
semen, however, you can start again, if you want it. I would suggest you to
clean your body first with that cloth; then throw it to the sea thru the
porthole."
"No dad. I want it on my body until we finish, it is part of you and
I would like to keep it forever, as the ring." He smiled. "I'll clean
myself later." Jeremy spread his father semen over his chest and belly,
even he squeezed his now near flaccid dick and extracted the remaining in
it. Thus covered, he bent over and lay on his father's belly. "Thanks dad
for these moments. When I did it with John I felt some regret when I
finished, however, when I do it with you, I feel very happy and ready to do
it again and again." Bernard dragged up his son to his chest and tenderly
rubbed his back and hair. After some minutes of relax, Bernard pushed his
son a little bit down on his tummy ad motioned the boy to start again
rubbing his dick against his belly. The boy started fucking his father
buttonhole; a few minutes later, Bernard noted how his son's breath
increased with gasps. Soon he was in a frenzy ecstasy moving up and down
breathing heavily. These actions got his own dick hard; he caressed his
son's back and neck not stopping kissing his smooth cheeks; he felt the
spasms in Jeremy's body, his young body got rigid as a loud moan escaped
thru his throat. He collapsed on top of his father, his head lying on
Bernard's left shoulder. The man felt the heartbeats of his son slowing
down until he was at normal rate. He rubbed gently the little boy and
hugged him very tight.
"I love you, Jeremy, my son." He repeated in a murmur. The boy
moaned and sighed, his left hand was caressing his father chest hair; he
loved that sensation. He sighed again and remained still on his father's
chest.
"Dad, I love these moments even more than the nice feeling; I would
like to be like this forever."
"Are you sure, son?" They grinned.
"No, because I like a lot to see how your cock becomes a fountain."
Both laughed as he continued. "Though I do like the feeling of your dick
between my legs, it is wet and soft." Bernard pulled up his son and
caressed softly his curly hair. He thought they have trespassed the limit
that he had imposed to himself, and that he would teach his son everything
he knew regarding sex, of course, whenever he wanted it.
"Jeremy, do you know how to kiss a girl?"
"Well, I suppose is more or less as we do. I never kissed anyone
before, except my family and Joe."
"No. That type of kissing is tender and familiar; there is another
one that involves sex, nothing to do with the tender one that we have
shared." The boy looked puzzled to his father.
"No, dad. John never mentioned it."
"Probably he did not do it because that's the expression of a great
intimacy." The boy was in silence expecting his father to continue. "It
starts the same, you would stick your lips on the girl's and then you must
introduce your tongue inside her mouth." The boy made a grimace of
distaste.
"Dad, are you sure? It seems a little bit gross."
"It isn't, that was what I thought the first time. Let's try, think
I'm that girl of your dreams." Jeremy grinned.
"I don't need to think about her." Saying that he placed his lips on
his father's and tried to stick his small tongue into Bernard's mouth. He
was ready and received it slowly, both tongues swirled inside and soon that
kiss became in a passionate one. Their dicks got harder than ever, and
after a minute kissing the boy broke the kiss to breath. Then Bernard said:
"You must breathe thru your nose." Jeremy again placed his lips on
his father's and this time his tongue went to touch his dad's palate,
exploring all corners he could reach. His dick had not been so hard as it
was now. He started moving his hips up and down without leaving his father
mouth. Their saliva mixed and he noticed that his dad's hard wet cock was
between his legs, rubbing his balls sack every time he moved up and
down. He then tightened his smooth thighs to get it gripped as a prisoner
between them. After a few minutes, father and son reached the point of not
return; Jeremy scaled the top of his private rainbow again and Bernard to
the most exquisite ecstasy he had ever experienced. They broke the kiss as
Bernard raised his hips, stopped breathing and both moaned loudly. Bernard
spewed out once more between his son legs as Jeremy collapsed on top of his
father's shoulder abandoned and exhausted. Bernard dragged the warm cover
over them and drifted to sleep; in fact Jeremy was already asleep. It has
been a day and night to remember.
The following morning, before the bell chimed, Jeremy moved, and thought it
was cold; he took the cloth mentioned by his dad, wetted it in the salted
water they had in a basin, and carefully cleaned himself and his father the
dry semen crusts from his lovemaking. He kissed his father tenderly on the
lips and cuddled into his arms again.
"Dad, I'll never forget last night. It was so wonderful, so tender,
and so lovely...!" I have no words to describe it." The boy sighed deeply.
"It was solely love, my son. I don't know why our society is so
strict prohibiting it. Some captains have visited a few Indian Ocean
islands, and they reported that people lived there mostly naked; father
married daughter or vice versa, but mostly they were proud when a brother
sought his sister to marry. They said it is a barbarian custom, but I don't
think so. Perhaps from the medical point of view should be mixed, but
that's a different problem that you will learn in the school when we return
home and you study anthropology." Those words brought the boy to
reality. Yes, he would meet his father's family members, but will them be
his, too? Soon he forgot about it and smiled to his father. "I don't mind
as long as he loves me," he thought.
"Dad, I have not any home, but yours. My mother died five years ago
when the bubonic pest plague spread its terrible wings over our country. My
aunt, well... she is not properly my aunt, but my mom's aunt; she also was
infected, as I was too, though lightly. She survived but the sickness left
serious sequels on her body and now she is near a disable old person. Her
husband and my two brothers died too; so we were the only members of the
family left as survivors." Bernard caressed his son's now long hair and
kissed him. He sighed.
"Jeremy, I did not want to speak about that time because it hurts a
lot, but I need to do it. We all paid a high cost to those terrible
epidemic days. I had a wife and a son of five and both were very weak. I
knew her when we were your age. She came to live in the countryside because
her health was not good and she was delicate; she always was sick. We fell
in love and she was the first girl that I kissed properly. I remember that
my first kiss coincided with my first wet dream; from that day I
masturbated everyday thinking about her. She blossomed with our love and
our parents were more than happy; we married at 22 y/o. She was a beautiful
blonde with sparking blue eyes, as your friend Joe's; I loved her
passionately. She would have loved you as much as I do because she had a
great heart. Those were the best years of my life in spite of the hard work
that I had; firstly attending to the medicine, botanic and nautical
schools; and after graduation, ships and hospitals. Some years later our
son Charles came into this world; I had the hope he would be a strong and
healthy boy, like I had been and you are, but he wasn't. He was a copy of
his mom: a real and sweet angel. However, he was extremely bright like you
are." He paused for a moment recalling his thoughts and Jeremy caressed
softly his father chest hair encouraging him to continue. "He was able to
read at four and play some easy tunes on the piano at five. He always was
with his mom except when I was at home. When I returned from the hospital,
he used to run into my arms, I lifted him into the air and his musical
laugh sounded to me as glory." Bernard paused again and Jeremy regretted to
have initiated that conversation that brought so much pain to his adored
father. "I encouraged him to play with other boys and girls but it was
ineffective. Then came the epidemic that was not so severe in there, but
enough for the weak, old and sick persons. Within a few hours both died in
the same day in spite of my father and my own efforts." Jeremy hugged his
father very tight and kissed him. After a couple of minutes, he said:
"I'm sorry dad, I'm a stupid causing you so much pain." The boy's
eyes blurred not because the sad story, but for the pain he was inflicting
to his father. The man reciprocated the hug as Bernard dried his eyes
without Jeremy noticing it.
"You don't need to be sorry about. You might not believe it, but I
feel much better now after telling you what I have kept in my heart during
these sad years." They hugged tenderly and in that moment the bell
sounded. They got up; dressed, cleaned the cabin and everyone went to his
duties.
During those months the hunter had been exceptionally good; the crew
had worked hard since the daylight was present: twenty out of the
twenty-four hours of the day, and the ship's hold tanks were full of
fat. The Captain unusually called the complete crew for a meeting on deck a
week after Jeremy's birthday. The man was standing on the aftercastle near
the large helm with his three officers and the midshipmen round him. Then
he said:
"It's exceptional but you are an exceptional crew and I'm very proud
of all of you. This time we have been very lucky and have reached our
objective two months before schedule, so we have finished the hunter for
this year. We will dedicate next week to repair and get the ship ready and
fit for our return home." The crew shouted and launched their hats up into
the air. "I would like to express you my thanks for your behaviour and wish
you a healthy and happy return home." He paused and then continued.
"Besides, an event took place one week ago, almost certainly some of
you have noticed it; our physician and third officer Mr. Bernard Northfield
has adopted the cabin boy Jeremy Mall as his legal son. I have signed the
document witnessed by my officers by which, from now on, the boy's name is
Jeremy Northfield. We gave a copy of this document to the Captain of the
warship that visited us a couple of days ago, in order he deliver it to the
Governor of Australia where she was sailing off to. Now we will have a
special meal and some run to celebrate both events." Jeremy was sobbing
when the Captain signed and gave to the first officer copy of the adoption
document in order he could write down on the ship's log. Jeremy could not
resist the moment and ran up and jumped onto his father's arms. Many felt
very moved by what they watched and some tears rolled down on the cheeks of
some sensitive crewmembers; especially on John's that was standing near the
helm.
Chapter 5
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The life onboard continued as usual, Jeremy did his chores as a cabin boy
and as the physician's assistant; however his consideration had risen since
he was the son of the MD. He continued studying and teaching John at the
same time. In moments when they were free of service the boys talked about
their intimacies, but Jeremy never told a single word about what he did
with his father; that was only between them and nobody else. One of those
days Jeremy said to his friend:
"John, I want to tell you something. My dad has transmitted our
wishes to the captain that, when the trip get an end and we are moored in
Southampton, our wages must be paid to you in order you can finish school
and become a midshipman and also you may find Jack. If he agrees, my dad
will take care of his sicknesses." The boy looked around and not seeing
anyone, he hugged his friend with blurred eyes.
"Thank you Jeremy; I'm glad you have been adopted and I'm sure we'll
meet some time in our country. You'll become a good physician and your
father will be very proud of you. I hope you find a pretty girl that loves
you as much as I do."
The days elapsed and the ship with his expensive load put her bow to
Northwest and started sailing toward home; it was December 5th, 1788. They
were sailing in high seas in order to prevent possible attacks from the
pirates and to take advantage of the wind and sea streams. Day after day
the temperature turned warmer, now all crewmembers wore shorts and light
shirts. The rain appeared near everyday washing the ship, refilling the
ship's water-tanks and cleaning their bodies from the salt accumulated on
their skins. Now they could use soap to clean their bodies. The stink of
melted fat disappeared and the vessel and crew looked happier than ever
before, looking forward to the extra money they would get. They were
sailing thru that part of the Indian Ocean where Mother Nature had built
many small islands that normally were uninhabited in those times, and
rarely were shown on navigation charts. Suddenly John shouted from the top
of the foremast:
"Blows ahead!!!" The crew did not know what to do; they had finished
the hunt but the ship had empty tanks previously filled with water and they
did no expect to need them since they could provide water in the normal
ports of call. It was a big animal; the Captain made consultation with his
officers and these tested the rest of the crew about initiating the hunt of
the big whale. Bernard and a few sailors disagreed, but the instinct of
hunting prevailed amongst the majority of them, so it was decided to kill
that big whale and get extra money and fresh meat. They were before
schedule, so could spend some time in it.
They observed the animal; it looked a lonely one, in all probability an old
male, sick or injured. The captain ordered to send two full boats with the
four best harpooners; they wanted to solve rapidly the hunt. The boats
approached the whale; it was one of the biggest they had ever seen. The
harpooners launched their deadly weapons that reached their target being
deeply buried in the whale's body. The animal made a quick move and
disappeared into the blue deep waters. The sailors expected this; as usual
within some minutes, the whale would start a frenzy sprint, but it did not;
the ropes attached to the harpoons were flaccid. While everybody was
concentrated on the hunt, Bernard stared at the east horizon, he observed
some dark clouds and lighting very far; he had voted against the hunt but
he could not influence on the rest of his colleagues officers. He then
said:
"Captain, I think that a storm is approaching us quickly." The wind
started blowing a little bit harder than before. The Captain was
concentrated on the hunt, he answered mechanically:
"Don't worry, we have a good ship and before the storm reaches us we
will have fixed that animal to our stern." Saying that and with a great
surprise, they watched how the thirty-five tons of the animal emerged from
the deep sea near the two boats; it lifted its large body on the air and
fell down on the boats like a terrible hammer. Both boats disappeared in
the sea, some sailors tried to emerge but, as usual in those times, none of
them knew how to swim. The rest of the crew was astonished about the
whale's behaviour and could not believe what their eyes were watching. The
captain immediately ordered the ship to approach quickly to the place in
order to try the rescue of the survivors. The wind speed had increased, the
sky got very dark and waves started moving the heavy ship. All the sudden,
the wounded animal appeared at stern of the vessel, raised its huge tail
and struck against the rudder. The large and strong wooden piece went out
of its hinges into the sea; the helm went mad and the ship, without govern,
started gyrating following the wind strength. The Captain gave orders to
control the ship with the sails, but the wind had increased its force and
was very difficult to climb to the masts. The sky got blacker, now it was
a hurricane with high waves, lighting, heavy rain and thunders. It was as
an inferno. This type of storms were normal in that part of the ocean,
however to cope with this, they would have needed the rudder, or at least
that no land appeared in sight. The ship was navigating adrift; they could
not see anything, only large waves with high foamed crests that made the
vessel to jump as a mad horse in a rodeo at the mercy of them. Bernard
guessed the danger, he carefully approached Jeremy.
"Son, wear the lifebelt and attach your knife to it. Don't get far
away from me; we could be in danger." The boy was scared; he looked at his
father and quickly went into their cabin, appearing some minutes later with
the strange garment round his waist and chest. The night had fallen and
stronger wind and higher waves continued; they could see nothing and waited
the storm would pass, but it did not. The ship remained adrift in the mid
of the ocean at the mercy of the sea; most of the crew was under deck
praying for their lives. It was near dawn but still dark as a hell. From
time to time the lighting and thunder hit the sea round them and the strong
wind broke one of the rig masts. Suddenly two lightings like snakes
illuminated the sea as the daylight, followed by terrible thunders. Scared
they discovered that the ship was near an island. Bernard shouted to the
Captain pointing out to the direction where he had seen the foaming coral
reef of the island. Then the captain said near shouting:
"Bernard, God is punishing us for our miserliness and vanity!"
Bernard knew his captain was a strong believer. He watched how he said
something to the first officer and disappeared into his cabin; moments
later he came dragging his oak chest that left on the open deck. The vessel
was too near the foaming rocks and the Captain knew she could not avoid the
terrible rocks; it was too late. Bernard quickly shouted to Jeremy:
"Jump into the water and swim to the towed little boat, cut the
rope, I'll join you there; if I couldn't, swim to the island; beware of the
foam, it shows sharp rocks are under it and you could be hurt! Come on,
don't lose a second. I'll follow you!" Tears came to the boy's eyes, but he
had learnt that he had to obey his father; he kissed him quickly and jumped
into the sea. The ship was now only a few yards from the rocks on her
larboard; the boy jumped from the starboard. With the lifebelt was easy to
swim; he approached the little boat that the crew used for repairing or
painting the scull. He cut the rope, tried to jump into it but the lifebelt
made that very difficult. In that moment a large wave took him away from
the small boat, he could observe how a strong current dragged him to the
foaming rocks. He fought against the waves that took him up and down; the
lighting and storm showed him the way. He passed the sharp rock barrier and
observed that waves there were not so high. Dawn was approaching yet still
was near dark. In a moment a large lighting illuminated the sea and he
could watch how the ship was lifted up like a feather and crashed against
the rocks. He cried but continued swimming. Some time later, while he was
swimming, a new lighting followed by a strong thunder sounded; he turned
his head and saw nothing. The ship was not there; she had disappeared
swallowed by the sea. He fought against the waves that pulled him to the
beach; in the twilight he saw a large black rock, he swam to a side and
another large wave dropped him on the sand. Coughing he crawled under the
rain to shore, leaving behind the rough waves; he was exhausted. Dawn was
appearing on the East and he was alone. He cried and in his tiredness, his
exhausted body drifted to sleep on the wet sand.
John was at the aftercastle terribly scared, while the ship was moving
without any control at the mercy of the large waves; he understood the ship
was adrift; he did not know what to do. A lighting followed by a strong
thunder let him to see how Jeremy jumped into the raged waters and how his
father was ready to jump, too. His heart bumped inside his chest as he
watched his adored boy disappearing in the rough sea. He wanted to save
him, even if that meant the loss of his own life. He loved deeply those
beings that had offered him what nobody had done before: love and
understanding. He left the grip he had on the helm and went to jump to
follow his loved boy. In that moment, a new lighting and a strange strong
air and water whirl dragged him to the opposite side of the ship throwing
the boy in the water like a cricket ball. Fortunately he could swim, and
when he emerged out of the deep dark water a new lighting showed the ship
about two hundreds yards from him. He started swimming to the direction
where he thought his friends could be, but something hauled him on the
contrary direction. He was near exhausted, and to his mind came the images
of those happy times spent at the top of the foremast with his much-loved
boy.
Suddenly in the deep darkness his arm touched something hard; instinctively
he gripped his hands on the border, he did not know what the object was. A
new lighting showed him the object: it was one side of the large and strong
door placed at the stern that they opened to drag up the whales onto the
ship. He climbed on it and gripped his hands on each iron round
handles. Some time elapsed and the young boy knew he must fix his body to
the large wooden square, because his arms were tired due to the continue
movements of the sea. The handles had a few yards of rope attached, used to
drag and closed the door. Now dawn had come and he could see better; he
tied both ropes leaving enough space for his body between the wooden
surface and the ropes. He tied one end to his right foot and introduced
himself under the rope. That side was not completely flat, strong wooden
beams crossed it and formed little squares of about two feet long and one
deep; all of them were full of water from the rain mixed with salted water
from the sea.
The teenager was exhausted when he laid finally his young body on the large
wooden squares. He got asleep and forgot everything. Swung by the sea he
woke up some hours later; he raised the head and looked around. He could
not see the ship, and the island was a tiny spot very far away in the
horizon. The sea still was rough and was raining. He cried as he thoughts
about his new friends; he assumed sadly he had little chances to
survive. Would they be alive? Or had they been dragged to the dark waters
with the ship? He then prayed aloud. "Please my Lord, save me and save
them. I'll be a good boy from now on. Please, save us." He started to cry
again.
Bernard, after ordering his son to jump, tried to jump too, but something
caught his boot; he freed it, immediately straddled the board to jump into
the water. In that moment a gigantic lighting like great snake and strong
thunder sounded and he felt as something stroke his right leg and crotch;
the pain was so intense that he near passed out. He dropped himself into
the rough waters near the ship that soon disappeared in the darkness. He
started swimming and saw the long rope of the little boat floating near
him; he caught it and dragged to him; he watched the boat approaching; when
it was near him, sadly could see that Jeremy was not there. He tried to
climb into it but felt a terrible pain in his leg; he knew he could not
swim with it and to get the impulse necessary to go into the boat. He
assumed that he had to use the boat as a lifebelt; that brought to his
memory his dearly loved son and his eyes blurred. Soon, he could check that
the ship was not there, she was gone with all his friends and colleagues in
it. Could he survive? He thought. He could not swim so he had to attend
what the little boat did. With horror he watched how the little boat was
being dragged to the rock barrier. Time had elapsed very quick and the sun
was rising over the East. It seemed that the storm would never end; he was
exhausted and still was near the sharp foaming reefs threatening him. He
swam with his free arm and pulling the little boat to him.
A large and high wave hauled him and the boat to the other side of the
foaming rocks; most likely they were in high tide. He felt a tremendous
pain in his leg and thought he would die. He tied the rope to his wrist so
the boat could drag him to offshore. He lost his senses during some time;
he ignored how long he had been near unconscious, but coughed and expelled
some water. He saw the shore and a black rock, he was very near, but he was
exhausted. He was not a believer but prayed for his son; he knew he would
drown within seconds. His glottis closed itself; and he experienced how he
was dragged into a very dark and deep well as he mentally started calling
his son: "Jeremy, Jeremy". His brain with the lack of oxygen ordered his
heart to stop working. He had died. (Today we know that this was an
apparent death and that he could be revived within a few minutes before
brain cells died too, and that was what happened.)
Jeremy woke up as the heat of the sun burned his white skin still wearing
the lifebelt; he stood and, to his surprise, he watched how a corpse was
launched near the black rock, the man was fighting to survive. He quickly
took off the lifebelt, his shoes, shirt and shorts and jumped into the
water; the person had stopped fighting and breathing. He was floating; he
noticed his wrist was tied to the boat and his heart exploded; he quickly
untied the rope and in half a minute he dragged the corpse to offshore near
the rock; the water lapping his legs. The boy shouted out:
"Dad!!! Please. No!!!" He had recognized his father. Crying he
quickly placed his dad on his back turning the head on his right side
leaving his mouth free; fortunately the boy ignored that his father was
practically dead. He thought he had passed out; so he started pushing hard
with his two hands on the man's chest. As anyone in those times, he
believed that his father's lungs were full of water and needed to expel it
out. "Please dad, wake up! Please!" He cried out loudly. The boy continued
pressing against the man's heart while his tears bathed his father's
chest. This massages sent fresh blood to the brain, this essential parts of
any animal, woke up from its lethargy and ordered the heart to start
pumping blood, it needed more oxygen. Bernard saw that the black well was
now brilliant white; he coughed, and to Jeremy's surprise he expelled
yellowish saliva and no water at all. Bernard heard very far away his son's
voice calling him. "Dad, please, dad; don't leave me!!!". He saw in a blur
his adored son features and murmured:
"Jeremy, Jeremy!" He closed his eyes and drifted into a very deep
sleep. He was exhausted. Jeremy watched his father steady breathing; he
then dragged him under the lazy palm trees that covered the beach, being
moved by a light breeze. Now the sea was more calmed and the bright sun
shone in all its splendour. There was not trace of the storm; it was like a
paradise. It was December 25th 1788, Christmas' Day.
He took his shirt and pulled it under his father's head as a
pillow. Bernard was breathing comfortably, and the boy wanted to clean him
from the salt. He looked around, entered into the sparse jungle and saw a
little stream of clear water coming from the forest that after a little
meander, turned again into the jungle. He drank avidly and wetted his
shirt, and then started cleaning his father face as his tears came out and
dribbled down his smooth cheeks. He thought he had to prevent him from the
sunburnt because he had been exposed too much and their skins were too
white. He tried to take his father's clothes off in order to clean them
from the salted water; with some difficulty he pulled up his hips and
dragged down his underwear and shorts. He was amazed of the size of his
testicles; they were more than twice the normal size, dark violet;
obviously they were inflamed. He dragged totally his trousers and could see
the bump formed on his right leg. He carefully touched it as he had seen to
do a few times his father and he clearly determined that the bone under the
skin was broken. Part of the leg was purple; that explained his delay on
reaching the shore. He wetted his shirt again several times cleaning his
father's body that continued pleasantly sleeping. With his knife he cut a
few soft palm leaves and covered him. He lay near him and in seconds he
drifted to sleep. It was near the mid afternoon when Bernard woke up and
found his son laying near him; he sighed as the sleeping angel moved a
little. He kissed his forehead and Jeremy opened his large dark blue
eyes. He carefully kissed his father on the lips.
"Dad, how do you feel?" Bernard stared at his beautiful son and
hugged him; then he said:
"A lot better, son; but I am thirsty; please use a banana tree leaf
and bring me some water." The boy jumped and Bernard could see the beauty
of his naked son; a couple of minutes later Jeremy helped his dad to drink
the water. Bernard motioned him to approach to his chest and he hugged
tenderly the young boy again; the emotions overtook them and both started
to sob quietly as they supposed that they were the only survivors of the
tragedy. He looked into those lovely eyes and tenderly rubbed his son's
face: "Jeremy, my son, we have a lot to do and quickly, especially about my
leg; we need to put it straight and as soon as possible, otherwise it will
be more difficult and painful, even I could become a disable man."
"Dad, I have seen a ripped bunch of bananas and we need to eat
something; I'm starving." The man grinned.
"Alright then." He looked to the beach and saw the little boat tied
up to a palm tree. "Take the old sable that must be in the boat and cut
it. We have many things to do before nightfall. You better wear your boots,
we don't know what is under the sand." The boy jumped and did as told; the
man could watch the beautiful naked figure to run to the boat. A few
minutes later, Jeremy returned dragging a large bunch of yellow bananas and
they started eating the sweet meat. When their hunger was calmed Bernard
said: "Jeremy you must go into the jungle and find a straight branch to cut
into pieces. Also, most likely a little upper hill, you should see a bush
with bright red little fruits, they are the size of a cherry, if you find
more than one with similar form and colour, take a few of each, I'll tell
you later the differences, if not, bring a handful of them. Come on, speed
up!"
Jeremy jumped and took the old sable with him. He followed the stream and
soon he saw a tiny fall that dropped its water into the main stream. He
followed it and could see that it went uphill to the high mountain; the
water ran among bushes as in a carved tiny canal. After near half an hour
walking uphill and about two miles from shore, he saw a large bush covered
with bright red fruits, they were larger than a cherry, as small plums. The
brightness and colour remembered him Joe's red lips that he had wished many
time to kiss but never dared to do it. He felt his naked dick starting to
get hard, then sighed and concentrated on his task. The bush looked healthy
though there was not much soil; its roots wrapped the lava rocks near the
little stream. He was so engulfed in his task that he did not turn his
back. When he did, he could see he was over the palms and other large
trees; he near could see the entire island that was as a gigantic snail
sleeping on his side of about four or five miles long and three or four
wide, completely flat, except the mountain where he was that still
continued up. It was covered with thick vegetation, except the mountain
where the vegetation was abundant but scarce if compared with the base, as
if something had cut it, only bushes and no trees. He started taking some
fruits, but the boy's curiosity made him to follow up the little brook
under the bush. He was amazed when he discovered that the bush covered the
entrance to a cave, probably formed by the lava thousands years back. The
entry started with something like a canopy formed as a slide, it was of
about four yards high and the same wide. He entered following the tiny
canal carved on the rock that ran on the right side of the cavern. As soon
as he entered, he could check that the cave widened, the ceiling was about
five yards over his head and about seven yards wide. He followed the water
until it was too dark inside, however, the spring was just there, the water
flowing out from the rock wall, probably from the high mountain over him.
When he was coming out, his boot touched something on the floor; it was
like an old rusty hatchet, with sharp vertical edge on one side and a flat
horizontal part in the other, like a little hoe. He took it with him and
went out. Time had elapsed quickly; he could watch the sun going down the
horizon on the west. He hurried up as his father was waiting for him. He
descended following the mini stream and soon he met his father. Bernard
stared at his son with some relief as he saw him approaching.
"I was worried that something could have happened to you, my son."
As the boy showed his dad the fruit he said:
"Sorry dad, but that bush was very high in the mountain; I could
watch the shape of the island from there, and what is more important, I
have discovered a cave hidden by the bush, and this axe." Bernard examined
the old tool and to his son; it was more than justified the time. He
dragged the boy to him and tussled his scrambled hair; Jeremy grinned and
felt rewarded by his dad. He seemed perplexed about the fruit size.
"It is a strange tool, I have never seen something similar; it is
mix between an axe a hoe and is more than three hundred year old, probably
a type of adze. The lack of humidity into the cave has preserved it, so,
you are not the first person entering in that cavern. Son, it has been
great that you have discovered it, as soon as I can walk we'll install
ourselves in there; we don't know how long we'll stay here... I wonder the
situation of this island; almost certainly there are thousands of islands
like this in these seas. Now, let's go to business. The fruit are larger
than what I have seen up to now."
"Yes. I doubted if this was what we were looking for. I suppose I
have to place the sticks round your broken leg; I found this cord on the
beach, I think it is from the flag of our ship, but there was not anything
attached to it."
"The flag won't save us by now, my son. Let's proceed. Smash these
seeds until they become a thick paste, but don't touch the cream with your
fingers, otherwise you may lose your sensibility." Jeremy found a round
stone near the big rock and in a little dry pond he smashed the seeds until
it was like a thick cream; then he collected the cream with a flat piece of
wood, like a spatula, that he made with his knife, then dropped it in a
banana leaf. Bernard then explained: "Jeremy these seeds are extremely
powerful narcotic and an efficient drug. When you apply the cream over the
leg, within a few minutes, I'll feel nothing on the damaged area, however,
some time later it will affect my whole body, not only the leg, and I'll go
into a hard sleep during a few hours. It is not strong enough to eliminate
the total pain; therefore probably I'll faint. It is normal, and then you
can carry out with your first operation. Are you ready, doctor Northfield?"
Jeremy smiled and jabbed softly his father on his tummy.
"Yes master, I am. I would like that you don't suffer, but..." He
grinned reassuring his son.
"Alright. You have everything ready. Now put the cord round my leg,
be careful son, I know now what a broken bone means. As soon as you apply
the paste, cover it with the banana leaf and slowly sit on my leg until you
feel that the bone and leg are straight. Then without delay and before the
muscles can react, fix the sticks round the leg; don't worry if I cry or
moan in pain as long as I continue breathing. The sticks must be fixed not
very tight, only enough to keep the bone straight; otherwise we could cut
the blood flow. Ready son?" A blur came to the boy's eyes, but bravely he
cleaned it with the back of his hand.
"Yes dad, I'm ready." He took the red smashed paste and carefully
spread it on the leg with the spatula, taking care not touching it with his
fingers; then covered it with large banana leaf. After a couple of minutes
Bernard said:
"Now Jeremy, I feel nothing!" The boy sat slowly on the leg and his
weight pushed down the broken bone together until it was straight. Bernard
screamed in pain, and as he had foreseen, he passed out. Jeremy placed the
four sticks round the straight leg preventing its move. He added further
straps with the tree bark that he had peeled from the sticks. Beads of
sweat ran down Bernard's forehead that Jeremy cleaned delicately. He
thought that his father would need a special crutch to put under his armpit
to walk. He went into the jungle and watched many beautiful birds chirping
and flying from one tree to another. He found what he was looking for and
with some difficulty he cut the branch he needed. He thought would also
need a piece as for the axe's handle. When he returned it was near dark,
Bernard still was asleep. The moon was at full, shinning over them as
daylight when Bernard woke up three hours later; he watched his son's work
and grinned satisfied.
"You did a good job, Jeremy; I would say a perfect job. Within a
couple of weeks I'll be able to walk, if not before that time, and after
two more weeks I'll be as if nothing had happened. The bone will weld
good, though I must be very careful during the first few days; but after
four weeks everything will be alright." He extended out his arms to his
son; Jeremy kneeled before him and rested his head on his father's haired
chest. It was a very warm night and the sea seemed a lake, even after the
rock barrier. What a difference from the previous night! Jeremy cuddled
into his father's arms, and after a few minutes Jeremy moved, rested only
his head on his father's shoulder and started singing a beautiful old
Scottish Christmas' song. The lovely voice rose over the trees as if the
angels were hearing it. Bernard was amazed but did not move until the boy
ended his lovely solo. He hugged tenderly his son and thought how lucky he
was having such a boy as his son. Then Jeremy then said:
"Merry Christmas, dad!" The boy kissed Bernard on the lips.
"Merry Christmas to you, my son. It is the most beautiful song I
ever heard. I did not know you sing so well." Jeremy grinned and sighed
satisfied.
"Joe and I sang it for the bishop of Canterbury during his visit to
our parish when the epidemic time was over. We were nine and he
congratulated us." Bernard saw near his son the piece of wood that formed
something like a crutch.
"What's this, Jeremy?"
"I have made a crutch for you, tomorrow you will try it. I have
found this other big fruit, is it safe to eat it, dad?" The physician
grinned.
"I have to remain with the leg quiet at least during a week, if we
want a full success; then I will be able to move, but not much." He
paused. "About the big fruit, yes, and very good if it is ripe. It is a
luxury in our country. I don't know its name in English; in the South of
New Spain they call it "mango". Jeremy took his knife and peeled the fruit;
he took a portion and tasted it.
"Dad, it is wonderful!" He exclaimed. Tomorrow I'll bring a few more
and when you are better or ready to walk, we'll explore the island." They
ate fruits until they were satisfied. The boy cuddled into his father
chest, the man's back was leaning against a palm tree. Jeremy started
rubbing and caressing his father's chest hair, and immediately his dick
started to get hard. He turned around because he did not want his father
could see his hard cock in those circumstances, but he could not stop it,
yet Bernard was not so silly.
"It is alright, Jeremy. You are a healthy young boy and should not
be ashamed of having an erection or boner, as you boys call it." The boy
blushed.
"I like you dad; you are so great... so good... so
understandable..." Bernard rubbed softly his son' beautiful face as he
sighed. The night was lovely and warm; he felt much better, probably the
drug was still making effect in him, and the boy looked fresh and without
any need to sleep. The closeness to his son invited to talk. They had all
the time for themselves.
"Jeremy, you are as great as I am, even I would say more than that."
He looked into his son's blue eyes, dragged him to his chest and
continued. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me, my son. Do you
know that I owe you my life? You saved me this morning."
"Well that's not exactly, dad; I pulled you away from the water and
pushed on your chest in order you expelled the water contained in your
lungs; that's all." He looked intensely again to those beautiful eyes.
"Jeremy, when you pulled me out to shore I was dead. I'm sure your
actions to expel the water from my lungs had a lot to do with my
revival. We don't know what happened but you did it." The boy stared at his
father seriously and astounded.
"Dad, I was terribly scared when I observed that you did not expel
any water, in spite I was pushing very hard. Your lips were blue and you
didn't breathe. Suddenly, as I pushed and pushed on your chest, I observed
how your lips and face started recovering his normal colour and I insisted
pushing; then you coughed. I felt so, so good and so happy..." Tears
appeared in his eyes and his father hugged him tenderly to his chest.
"Once we are at home we'll discuss this subject with my father. We
have a theory regarding the death; especially by an accident like
this. Please keep in your memory all details because we will come back to
those moments. By now, let's forget and concentrate in our daily life. I
wonder how long we'll stay in this island; days, months, years... we don't
know. Meanwhile we have to learn to help and love each other. That will
solve many problems; fortunately I think we are in a good island that can
provide food and water to survive." They hugged and Jeremy nested into his
dad arms as he used to do in the ship. Then the images of the previous
night came into the boy's mind.
"Dad, it was horrible when I turned my head and watched that the
ship was gone. Why dad? We are the only survivors and this because you had
the great idea about the life jacket, otherwise we would be now on the
bottom of the sea..."
"I told the captain it wasn't a good idea to hunter that animal. It
was an old male and probably it had lived the same circumstances a few
times before. I never saw a whale behaving like this one. Last year I cured
an old harpooner and he referred me a similar story; he told me they were
very lucky because the animal, in the last minutes of its life, gave a
tremendous blow to their ship and opened a large hole on the upper
starboard. Fortunately the sea was almost calmed and they could repair the
vessel. This time the greed of some of our men has had a high cost." They
kept in silence for a few minutes and the boy wiped out his smooth cheeks,
he was weeping.
"Dad, I feel very sorry about all of them because they treated me
well, especially about John; I never had a real friend as he was, except
Joe. I guess we must look ahead and fight for our lives; fortunately I have
you with me, and..." He could not end the sentence because his body
convulsed as he started sobbing again. Bernard rubbed the boy's back and
some minutes later they were hard asleep.
End of part 1