Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 14:10:07 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sailor Boys - chap 8

THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my
fantasies.  Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental.
Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult
and a teen-ager.  If this type of material offends you, do NOT read
further.

However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY!

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CHAPTER 8

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I excused myself from the cabin, and left Thomas and Binder alone to enjoy
their dinner, and have the quiet privacy I had promised.

As I shut the cabin door, I could hear Thomas say, "This is so cool.  Now,
what did you want to tell me?"

11-year-old Binder looked away from Thomas.  Drawing his eyes to the floor,
Thomas knew that something was on his mind, but didn't know what.  Despite
Thomas' younger age of 10, he was certainly more mature forward than
Binder, and more outspoken.  Thomas laid his hand on Binder's shoulder,
which made Binder jump a bit.  "Easy, Buddy.  What's going on?  You look
upset about something."

"I'm not upset, Thomas.  Actually, I'm very happy.  I'm happy you're
alive."  Binder was indeed happy that Thomas didn't drown, but that wasn't
the sentiment that he so desperately wanted to express to Thomas.  "This
food looks good.  Let's eat."  And with that, Binder began to eat his
dinner, while still remaining seated at Thomas' bedside.

Thomas sat up straighter, and began to eat his dinner as well.  As he ate,
he watched Binder, and only occasionally, Binder would raise his eyes to
meet Thomas'.  Thomas would smile at him, and Binder would quickly look
back at his plate or the bed, or anywhere else to avoid direct contact.

Binder suddenly lost his courage, and even hearing the Captain's words in
the back of his head, didn't seem to help.  He thought to himself that
perhaps he loved Thomas, and the near drowning only forced the issue
forward.  He probably could have gone the whole trip without spilling his
guts.  But now, alone with Thomas, free to open his heart to Thomas, he
failed to do so.

The more Binder thought about it, the more upset he became, and soon, lost
his appetite.  He put his fork down on the plate, and set the plate on the
bedside table.

"What's wrong?  Did it get cold?"  Thomas was trying to be helpful, but
really had no clue what was on Binder's mind.

"Um, no.  I'm just, well...I'm just not hungry anymore."

Thomas continued eating, as Binder rose from the bed.

"Thomas, I need to see the Captain for a minute.  I'll be right back,
okay?"

"Sure.  I guess so.  Hurry back."  Thomas smiled at Binder, which only
warmed his heart, but scared him as well.  What if Thomas didn't feel the
same way?  He didn't want anything to happen to their friendship.  Besides,
what did he know about love?  He knew he loved his mom.  But, this was
different.

Binder closed the door behind him, and as he began to walk to my cabin, his
stomach started to turn and ache.  Binder softly knocked on my cabin door.

"Come in," I said happily.  I had just returned to my cabin, having
finished an exquisite meal, and was feeling no pain after the shot of
Cognac I had stolen.

The door opened and Binder appeared inside, obviously upset, as he couldn't
even speak.  A single tear ran across his mocha colored cheek.

"What's this?" I asked as I immediately took him in my arms and wiped the
tear away.  "What happened, Binder?  Did you get hurt?  Tell me."

"I can't do it, Captain.  I tried.  I can't do it.  I want to.  I want to
tell Thomas that I love him; at least...I think I do.  Maybe I don't.  How
do I know?  No, I can't do it.  He'll hate me, he'll make fun of me...I
just know it."

 "Shhhh, there, there.  It's okay now.  Shhh."  I softly stroked his jet
black hair, and realized that I was now rocking him in place.  I was taken
by his vulnerability and a grand idea struck me.

I turned Binder's face to me, and while holding those dark cheeks in my
hands, I planted a kiss on his lips.  He didn't fight me, but the shock in
his eyes when I released my kiss was exactly what I expected.

"There!"  I pronounced.  "That's over with."  "What?  What do you mean?
What are you talking about?  And, why did you kiss me?"  I could tell that
Binder's already confused mind was about to go into meltdown.  So, I kissed
him again.  This time, he began to return my kiss, and I wrapped my arms
around the boy.

I broke our embrace and then I looked him dead in the eyes.  "It just
happened, Binder.  I took a chance, did something I knew you might not
like, knew you might laugh or make fun of me, or worse hate me."

I could see his heart melting.  I was using his words against him, and
hearing them come from my mouth only emphasized how silly they sounded.
"You won't know anything unless you try, Binder.  You could live your whole
life in a box, protecting yourself and your heart from torment.  But, let
me ask you, do you think anyone worth having will ever find you in that
box?"

I intentionally steered clear of the "closet" euphemism, mostly because I
think "coming out of the closet" is over used.  But, with Binder, I was
hitting home!  I could see the thoughts of his confused and troubled mind
and heart slowing, taking it all in.

"Don't push this, Binder.  I know you're confused about everything right
now.  I've arranged for you and Thomas to be alone, for your benefit.  Just
take your time, and if it really, and I mean really, doesn't feel right,
fine, don't say anything.  But understand this much, Binder, you may never
get another chance to tell Thomas face to face how you feel.  I know
Thomas.  He's a good person, Binder."  With that, Binder began to nod his
head.

"Then trust him to take what you say to heart.  I told you before, he may
not feel the same way towards you, but give him the chance, okay?"  I
mussed his hair and gave him another tender kiss, this time on the cheek.

"Thanks, Captain," he whispered to me.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...go on now.  I got to get ready for bed."  I smiled at
him and escorted him out of my cabin, just in time to see Jeffy skipping
down the hallway towards my cabin.

"Ready for bed, Little Mate?"  I patted Jeffy on the butt as he entered our
cabin, and I closed the door.

---

Binder worked his way back to his cabin with the courage of a thousand
soldiers in his heart.  However, the closer to the cabin he came, the fewer
soldiers remained in his heart.  "You'll never know unless you try."  My
words played over and over in his mind.

Binder opened the door, entered with a smile on his face, and closed the
door behind him.

"Glad you could find your way back."  Thomas smiled at him.  "You think you
could help me get ready for bed?"

Binder walked to the bed, removed the dinner dishes from it, and began to
pull upward on Thomas' shirt.  As Binder held the bottom of the material,
his hand brushed against Thomas' back, and a tingle electrified down his
back, across his butt, and right into his dick.  He shook a little, and
hoped that Thomas had not seen it.

"You'll have to help me pull these off," Thomas said as he pushed back the
sheet to expose his panted legs.  Thomas unbuttoned the top button, and
unzipped the uniform trousers.  Thomas was an "au natural" lover and didn't
believe in wearing underwear, so as the zipper came down, Binder could see
the tip of Thomas' white cut dick.  Another tingle similar to before, raced
through Binder's body.  He could feel his own dick begin to stiffen.  He
liked looking at Thomas.

Binder went to the end of the bunk, and began pulling on the pant legs of
the unzipped uniform.  As they slid down Thomas' legs, Thomas' dick came
into full view, and for a moment, Binder stared at Thomas' dick, and
hairless balls.

Although Binder didn't realize it, Thomas was watching Binder's eyes, as
Binder undressed him.  He watched as the boy removed his shirt and pants
and smiled to himself as Binder's eyes rested on Thomas' crotch.

"Your turn," Thomas said with a smile as he lay back and waited for Binder
to undress.

Slowly, nervously, Binder began to remove his shirt.  Binder's mind raced.
He had been naked in front of all the boys during this trip, but this time
seemed different.  As he pulled the shirt over his head, he looked back at
Thomas who was touching his dick, making it get hard.

"Keep going," Thomas said as he pointed to Binder's uniform pants.  "Come
on, Binder...let's see it."

Binder was getting more nervous, as he felt his uncut cock getting hard in
his pants.  He knew he was in it this far, so he continued.  He unbuttoned
and unzipped the trousers, which immediately fell to the floor.  Binder
picked them up, and Thomas stared at his boxer covered butt cheeks as he
bent over.

Binder placed them on one of the chairs, and began to remove his boxers.
Carefully, he placed his thumbs in the waistband, and as he slid them down
his dark, smooth legs, his uncut cock popped out and slapped him on the
belly.  Binder could feel his face heat up with embarrassment until he
heard Thomas say, "Cool.  You got a boner too."

Binder let the boxers drop.  Not sure what to do next, Binder paused for a
moment.

"Come lay next to me."  Thomas' instruction came as a relief, but the
prospect of lying next to this wonderful boy naked, only made his dick jump
again.

Binder did as instructed, and laying on his back next to Thomas, did his
best not to stare at Thomas' now fully erect 4 1/2 dick, which was pointing
straight up at the ceiling of the cabin.

"Can I touch it?"  Thomas didn't wait for an answer, and wrapped his
fingers around the shaft of Binder's swelled 5 inch boy dick.  The heat
from Thomas' hand felt so wonderful on Binder's dick.  Thomas carefully
slid the foreskin down the shaft until Binder's pink head appeared.  Thomas
then let go of the skin, and it immediately retracted to once again cover
Binder's pointy head.  "Cool," Thomas said.  "I wish mine did that.  You
can touch mine if you want."

Binder hesitated for a moment, and then Thomas took his hand and placed it
on his firm cock.  Binder wrapped his fingers around it and moved his hand
up and down the shaft slowly, like Thomas had done to him.  "Mmmm, yeah.
That feels good, Bin, keep doing that."  Thomas closed his eyes, and lay
back his head, as Binder stroked the white dick that he had longed to
touch.

Binder looked at Thomas' face, and since his eyes were closed, decided to
try something else.  He lowered his face until it was less than an inch
from Thomas' throbbing boy cock.  He stuck out his tongue and licked the
very end of Thomas' dick.  Thomas moaned but didn't open his eyes.  Binder
was watching in case Thomas freaked.

He licked again, still Thomas kept his eyes closed.  He licked a third
time, this time all around the head of Thomas' dick.  "Oh, Bin, that feels
so good.  Mmmmm."  Binder smiled to himself, and then did what only felt
natural to him.  He opened his mouth, and sucked in the entire length of
Thomas' dick.  "Ugh..oh."  Thomas moaned with pleasure, and as Binder began
sucking up and down the shaft of this beautiful cock, Thomas finally opened
his eyes to watch the boy at work.

By this point, Binder was concentrating on sucking Thomas, and didn't
notice Thomas open his eyes.  When he did look up, he stopped.

"No, dude, keep going.  It feels so good, please, Bin."

Binder went back to work on Thomas' dick.

After a few moments, Thomas wanted to try.  "Turn around, Bin, so we can
both have fun."  Binder followed his lover's order and turned his legs
around so that, as Thomas scooted down the bunk, Binder's uncut hard dick
was right at Thomas' lips.

At first, Thomas kissed the closed tip of Binder's dick.  Then, he rolled
his tongue across the loose skin.  He thought it felt different, but not
bad.  Then, using his left hand, pushed the skin back to expose the pointy
pink head he had seen earlier.  Thomas wasted no time in wrapping his tight
tender lips around that pink head and licking the bottom of it.

"Damn, Thomas...that does feel good."

Thomas continued his work, moving his mouth all the way down until his nose
was buried into Binder's dark curly pubic hair.  Although Binder only had a
few hairs on his balls, the bulk of it rested above his cock, and Thomas
enjoying running his fingers through the curls.  Thomas had no hair yet, so
he was fascinated by the texture of it.

Although it was only a few minutes, it felt like hours of enjoyment for
both boys, their mouths filled with boy cock.

Thomas began to caress Binder's ass cheeks, and this was all it took to
send the boys blasting in Thomas' mouth.  It was watery and creamy and
Thomas was enjoying the salty flavor as it skated across his tongue and
down his throat.  When Binder stopped shooting, Thomas smacked his lips.
"Tasty," he said with a smile.

"Can you shoot?" Binder asked as he continued stroking Thomas' dick.

"Not yet, but it still feels good.  Can you do it some more?"  Binder
smiled and went back to work sucking and caressing the boy's hairless balls
and cock.

A moment longer, and Thomas began to buck wildly under Binder's face.
Then, in an upward arch, Thomas held still, and Binder could tell he was
having a dry orgasm.  Thomas' dick jumped in his mouth, and as he let it
slip from his lips, Thomas whispered, "That was great.  Thanks, Bin."

Binder smiled at him.

"Come lay next to me, please."

Binder turned and lay next to Thomas.  Their naked bodies touched, and
Thomas' still stiff dick began to jump again.

Binder then turned towards Thomas, and staring into his eyes, he finally
gathered the courage to say, "Thomas?  Do you like me...you know, really
like me?"

Thomas wasn't sure what to say.  The truth was he did like Binder, a lot.
But, the last boy that he "confessed" his feelings to practically
humiliated him in front of a bunch of other boys.  Thomas vowed to himself
that he would never be made a fool of again.

Thomas turned his eyes away from Binder.  His tender smile had disappeared,
and seeing his frown only made Binder wish he hadn't asked the question.

Finally, Thomas spoke.  "Do you know what it's like to get beat up by 5
guys at the same time?"

Binder wasn't sure what Thomas was talking about.  "I've been in fights,
yeah, so what?"

Thomas hesitated.  Then, he said, "No, not like that.  I mean beat up,
cuz...well, cuz you're gay."

Binder felt foolish for not understanding.  "Oh, that.  No, not really.
Got threatened some, and made fun of at school, but no, never got beat up
for it.  Besides," he winked at Thomas, "Check out these muscles.  Nobody
messes with me."  Binder started laughing, and Thomas smiled.  It was nice
to see Binder come out of his shell.

"Binder, thanks for keeping such a good eye on me when I fell overboard."
Thomas reached down and took Binder's hand in his.

"I had to," Binder responded.  "I couldn't lose you."  Binder stopped for a
moment.  "Thomas?  I think I love you."  Binder felt his cheeks warm as the
blood rushed to them.

"You think?"  Thomas asked, jabbing Binder in the ribs.

"Well, I've never had these kind of feelings before.  It's weird, but when
I saw you carried away by that wave, I screamed.  I wanted to jump in after
you, but Captain stopped me.  I don't ever want to lose you again."

"It's not weird, Bin, and I feel the same about you."  Thomas smiled at
Binder and squeezed his hand.

"You do?"  Binder couldn't believe his ears.  He wanted to believe that
Thomas felt the same way, but he just couldn't believe it.

"Sure.  If I didn't, would I do this?"  With that, Thomas planted a huge
kiss on Binder's lips.

At first, Binder was a bit surprised, but then began kissing Thomas back.

"I should let you get some sleep," Binder told him as they broke from their
embrace.

"Sleep with me.  There's room.  Stay here with me, Bin, okay?"

Binder's heart bounced at hearing these words.  "I'd like that."

As Binder rolled over to go to sleep, Thomas spooned in behind him.  His
dick had finally softened to its normal size, but fit nicely in the crack
of Binder's butt.  Binder smiled when he felt Thomas push his dick against
Binder's butt.  Then, Thomas wrapped his arm around Binder's chest, and the
two boys said good night, and drifted off to peaceful sleep.

---

The Mighty Miss has a gentle rocking motion when she's anchored so far into
open waters.  I've grown rather used to it over the years, and even have
trouble sleeping on land.

This night was different, as the water after the storm was almost too
quiet, too calm, as if somehow warning me of future events.  I wasn't
really sleeping, but more dozing in and out, and as I turned to look at the
clock, the hands read 3:34.

I quietly slipped from my Jeffy's arms, and walked down the hallway to do
what were now becoming my nightly rounds.  Although, it wasn't like I set
an alarm clock for it.  If I woke up during the night, I would check on the
boys.

When I entered Cabin D, and found Thomas and Binder interlocked together, I
knew that I had made the right decision to give them alone time.  I
remembered that Zach would be returning to his cabin the following night,
but I would deal with that when the time came.  I was certainly as strong
headed as Thomas was, that he would probably have the situation under
control anyway.

I quietly began to close the door.  "Captain?"  I heard Binder whisper.

"Yes, just checking to make sure you boys are all right.  Go back to
sleep."  I started to close the door again.

"Can you come in for a minute?"

I re-entered the room, and tried not to disturb the peacefulness of Thomas.
"What is it?"

"You were right.  He likes me too.  Thank you for helping me."  Binder's
smile was as big as the bow of my ship, and my heart melted for him.  He
had taken my advice, mustered the courage, and told the boy how he felt.  I
was rather proud of Binder.

Binder continued, "I think it is love.  I'm so happy, Captain.  He makes me
happy."

"I'm glad it worked out, Binder.  Now, get some sleep."  I kissed his head,
tucked him in, and quietly left the room.

Binder was a little surprised when Thomas hugged him tightly.  He didn't
utter a word, but apparently had heard everything.

---

Returning to my cabin, I snuggled back under the sheet, and Jeffy
immediately resumed his position between my shoulder and chest.  I kissed
his head, and resting my cheek on his head, fell back asleep.  ---

Morning has been coming earlier and earlier, as if the Gods were somehow
playing tricks with time and space, costing me my precious rest.

I quickly dressed, scooped up my excited Jeffy into my arms, and trampled
up to the helm of my ship.  With Jeffy seated beside me, and the anchor
lifted and secured, I checked my gauges for the right heading.  I was
determined to make Satan's Face today.

The morning brought no sunrise but no storm either.  Just an ugly haze the
gloomed over The Mighty Miss like a wet army blanket.

I fired up the diesels, and felt the rumble of the deck below my bare feet.
The tingle ran quickly up my body, securing itself in my groin.  I loved
the feel of awesome pure diesel power, striking my balls as if an electrode
was attached to them directly from the engine.

I smiled at Jeffy, and opened the throttle.  The gush of water behind us
broke the morning silence, as The Mighty Miss once again edged forward
through the silky water.

The roar of the engines served its wake up call, and the boys quickly
dressed and assembled in the galley to prepare breakfast.  Even Thomas
looked recovered and assisted the team with preparations.  Today's was a
simple breakfast of oatmeal and toast, but the heavy oatmeal would serve
all of us well in this cool, gray morning.

Soon enough, a serving tray of breakfast was brought on board for Jeffy and
I to enjoy.  Brandon took the helm while Jeffy and I ate.  When I finished,
I returned to the helm, as Brandon directed his crew on clean up detail.

With the galley satisfactorily returned to order, the boys gathered on deck
for their instructions.  Duty was light and enjoyable, with plenty of time
for relaxing on the deck, and feeling the gentle wind pass by us.  There
wasn't enough wind power to use the sails, and I was hell-bent on making
Satan's Face, so I let the crew relax.  Satan's Face would have enough work
waiting for us anyways, so it was good to let the boys conserve their
energy.

Satan's Face is a rock cluster just outside the "touristy" route of the
Hawaiian Islands.  It got its name from the ugly, dark and jagged
appearance of the largest rock in the collection.  As we approached, and
the formation became barely visible, Brandon yelled, "Land Ho!"

I smiled at him proudly.  This boy never ceased to amaze me at how quickly
he had adapted to the sea and my vessel.

I looked over the island mass with my spyglass, and confirmed that it was
indeed Satan's Face.  The grim look of the front of the island would send
shivers up the spine of any normal person.  Indeed, the island itself
looked inhabitable.  But, as I've discovered on my many journeys through
these waters, Satan's Face withheld her secrets deep inside the outer
crusty ring: clear pools, beautiful palm and coconut trees, and my own
little secret.  A two-room cabin built of sturdy oak that I had smuggled
onto the island.  The cabin took me a solid four weeks to build, and though
it was hand crafted, it tended to look a little shabby the last time I
stayed there.

As we moved closer to the breaking water crashing upon the jagged lava
rock, Jeffy pulled on my shirt.  "We're not going in there, are we?"

"Don't worry, Angel, it only looks scary."  I hugged him tightly and sent
him back to his deck duties.

"Ready the crew to go ashore, Brandon."

"Aye aye, Captain.  Make ready to go ashore."  Then, Brandon turned and
winked at me.

I giggled to myself.  He was really getting into this sea voyage, even more
so than any of the other boys.  It was truly his type of adventure, and he
was getting the most from it.

I slowed the throttle and moved closer to the island, and when it appeared
that the bow could just about touch the rocks, I spun the wheel hard to the
left, and bucked The Mighty Miss at a sharp angle.  I caught a couple of
the boys off guard, but the angel wasn't sharp enough to toss them
overboard.  It was just enough to wake them up and hold onto something for
support.

I leveled off my ship again and made what looked like a wide circle past
the front of the island.

"Captain?" Brandon approached me.  "I thought we were going ashore."

"Easy, Boy." I glared at him for questioning my technique.  "All in good
time, Brandon...all in good time."

Just then a small, almost unnoticeable opening in the rock appeared.  Were
you to pass this island a hundred times, you wouldn't have seen it.
Frankly, I've missed it a couple times even knowing it was here.  I killed
the engines and the backwash of water lifted the back of my ship and gently
lowered her back to level water.

Still coasting gently forward, I maneuvered the wheel and inched The Mighty
Miss into the opening.  As we entered the rock crack, all the sounds of the
outside ocean seemed to nullify.  The opening was dark, and wet and dripped
some of the ocean over spray onto the deck.

"Watch your heads," I teased, and a few of the boys ducked down.  It was a
silly statement since the main mast was taller than all the boys put
together, but it was funny to watch them duck out of pure reflex.

Carefully, I inched her through the opening.  There was just barely enough
room for my vessel.  I watched the mast closely to see her inch through.  I
high wave would have pushed us upward into the rock, but as happened most
often, the water was calm and the opening welcoming.

As we passed through the opening, the sun blinded our eyes.  And, as we
adjusted to the brightness, the boys began to look around them.

Despite the size of my ship, the water ran deep from the beaches of the
inner circle, and docking her along side a flattening rock ledge, I
instructed Brandon to tie her off the make shift "ties" I had left behind.

With The Mighty Miss secured to the rock, I summoned the boys to the helm.

"A couple ground rules, gentlemen."  All eyes were on me now.  The
excitement of the island was almost too much for them, but I needed to also
keep them safe.  "Rest assured, we're probably here alone.  This is my
island, and the cabin we'll be visiting, I built.  We'll stay together
during the tour of the island, then later today, you can explore on your
own.  However, at all times, stay in the inner circle."  I pointed to the
rock faces that formed a large circle around us.

The island itself measures only a mile or two in width.  However, the
layout within the circle is breathtaking and peaceful.

"You can swim here in the circle, for the current stops outside the
entrance we just came through.  But do not go towards the entrance.  I
guarantee, you'll be sucked out and lost forever!"  I glared at the boys to
emphasize my warning.

"As we tour, I'll show you what's safe to eat and what is not, and then
we'll move some supplies to the cabin.  We'll be here for two days, so make
yourselves comfortable."

With that, I pointed the way to the back of the ship, where I stowed a
gangplank.  I opened a small doorway in the railing, lowered the gangplank
to the beach, and descended to the sand.  "Come on now, don't be shy."

The boys took turns going down the gangplank to the sandy beach.  Brandon,
of course, was last down the gangplank.  "We're all here, Captain." He said
with pride.

"Good.  Let's get started then."

It was like a scene from a nursery rhyme; the mother goose and all her
ducklings trailing one behind another as we toured the island.  I led the
boys around the island pointing out its edible fruit as well as its
poisonous plant life.  We finally arrived at my "shack," as Thomas had so
eloquently put it.  A quick glare from me, proved I wasn't pleased with his
comment.  Everyone else giggled at him, and he looked back at me.  "What?"
was all he could ask.

I started to pull back some of the overgrowth covering the doorway of the
cabin, which only further confirmed my suspicion that my little paradise
had gone undiscovered.  I opened the door, and showed the boys inside.  Not
much to look at really.  A smaller front room area, another door opening
with no door, which led to the inner "bedroom."  The entire cabin was less
then 300 square foot of space.  But, what did I need a larger space for?  I
only used it when I visited the island.

"What's the cabin for?" Thomas asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh that's easy," I responded directly to him.  "This is where I stow
little munchkins like you that misbehave!"  Thomas closed his lips tightly
together and the rest of the crew giggled at him.  "Actually, Thomas, I've
stayed here for weeks at a time.  It gives me a peaceful place to look at
the stars, swim, and just be away from the city stress."  He parted his
lips and finally broke a smile, realizing I was only kidding about the
stowage of kids.

"Dibs on the bedroom!" Shaun piped up.

"Okay, okay, now before you start fighting over the cabin, we'll have to
get it cleaned up, along with some of the overgrowth around it.  We'll be
here for two nights, so everyone will get a chance to spend some time
here."  As I started to turn to leave the cabin, Brandon had an uneasy look
on his face.  It was as though he was frozen in place.

"Brandon?  What's up, Matey?"  I called to him, but he didn't respond.  He
just stood there still as could be.  "Brandon!  What's the matter with you
boy?"

Andrew pushed his way through to Brandon, and started shaking him a bit.
"Brandon?  What's wrong?"

---

I hope you're enjoying this adventure.  I welcome comments and questions,
so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.