Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 18:21:21 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Jean Peterson. Part 26

And finally......?
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All were on the bridge except Louis and Paula, they were redressing
Colin's damaged right bum cheek.

"He can't walk apparently because the wound keeps opening up. I will go
down and lift him up here." With that Paul went below.

An hour before Scott had called the bridge meeting Louis had rang Paula
and asked her if she would go to Colin's cabin with him and look at his
wound.
They knocked on his door and went in, he was still in his bunk and half
smiled at them.
"Why are you here and not sick bay?" Paula asked.
"Oh, just felt like a change. I thought it would be ok." Colin looked at
Louis and saw a dead pan expression on his face. Oh dear he's well pissed
off, he thought.
Paula went to him and pulled the duvet off, his shorts were covered in
blood as was the towel under him and the bed sheets and duvet. Paula was
furious and told him so.
"What the fuck is the point in having a sick bay if you don't use it.
This may only be a small wound, but you have got 5 stitches in and it's a
place that easily bleeds if you move around too much. Turn over."
 "Sorry."
 "Sorry my ass!" Paula bust out laughing. It was not as bad as it looked
and had in fact stopped bleeding. Paula said she would go and get
everything they needed to clean and redress the wound. She left.

"Sorry I pissed you off Colin..............i'm sorry.........It's just,
well I think.... He stopped talking not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry about all this, I should have stayed in the sick bay and don't
worry about pissing me off, I will be going back to my unit after this
tour and I will forget everything. Will miss the crew though, some
really nice people on here."

"SOME nice people?" There was no time for more as Paula came back in. She
cleaned him up and put a new dressing on. Just as they finished Paul came
in and told them Scott wanted everyone on the bridge. Paula grabbed
Colin's pillows, he would need them to sit on.

They arrived on the bridge with Colin cradled in Paul's arms to the
cheers of all the crew. Paula put the pillows on Scott's seat and Paul
sat him down.
"Ok Colin?" Scott asked
"I'm fine skip thanks."

"Right, lots to get through. I had a long chat with my dad last night and
it seems we have pissed off a lot of people because of our involvement
yesterday. They even say we carried out an illegal act when we boarded
the Sea Master and got in the way of an official rescue attempt. I don't
believe a word of it, but try proving it!" Scott stopped speaking as all
of them had a lot to say and none of it printable. They were all very
angry to say the least.

"Ok, we are pissed off, but they will have the last word and my dad
thinks there maybe legal action against him and me to force us to stop
what we have been doing. As for me i'm just going to play along with it
and will start to answer the media as they contact us, in fact they have
been trying all night. I have turned the phones off, but will put them
back on sometime. Still, before I do I have written this statement which
I will be sending out later.

"The Jean Peterson will finish it's escort role as from today and will
only defend herself if we are attacked during the time we sail out of
these waters, or indeed should we ever sail in them sometime in the
future.
We will only respond to Mayday calls.
Should we come across a situation that maybe of concern we will send a
radio message to that effect, but will not get involved in any way just
in case the military are engaged in planning some sort of response.

This was going to be the last escort anyway as the security company
my father is involved in will be up and ready soon, but meanwhile he will
have armed guards on his ships to protect them.
The Jean Peterson was converted as a search and rescue ship, but with the
additional role of escorting my fathers ships through pirate seas.
We have been very successful on all counts regardless of the professional
critics who say shit loads of shit and do shit all. (I apologize for
saying professional.)
The Jean Peterson and her crew have a very credible record which
includes.........,

Rescuing six Icelandic trawler men on our maiden voyage.
Beat off four attacks on the Jean Peterson.
Beat off three attacks on my fathers ships.
Rescuing 26 crew and their ship by over powering an armed attack against
them.
Liaised with a US Naval Force commander so we could feed back any
information to him that could be of use in his operations.
Welcoming US Naval personnel to sail with us to gain experience about a
highly professional and successful ship.

During all 10 of our actions not one person has been killed or seriously
injured. In fact we have saved 6 lives during the time the Jean Peterson
has been at sea and released a very valuable ship and it's cargo and the
crew of 26 from a very uncertain future."

"End of statement."

 "Right, we are going home and if Neil, Colin, Gerry and you George want
me to, I can put you off in Port Elizabeth. Have a talk amongst
yourselves guys and let me know." He turned to marine Colin.
"I except your people will want you back as soon as possible Colin. So
you may have to fly home as well." Colin shot a look at Louis.
"I'm fine to go back any time skip, will miss the Jean though."
"He is not fit to travel, not for a week at least and if he went he would
only be put on sick leave and he could have that here." Louis looked at
Colin and hoped he would agree. Colin did not seem that bothered though.
"At least I would be home with my family and I would look forward to
that." Louis gave up.
Jan stopped any talk about what Scott had said and Louis and Colin as
well.
"Skip I have been tracking a ship it's coming straight at us and is 10
miles north west. Think she is in a hurry, she is at about 25 knots."

"I bet it's the Royal Navy." Scott said. "Paul would you and the boys get
all the weapons and ammo on to the flight deck please, because that's the
only reason she is coming as far as I can see. Then get the Apaches clear
for them to drop off her crew. They may want you too Colin.
PAUL! He called out."
"Yes skip?"
"Not the rifle, they are not having that, it belongs to the US Navy."

HMS Broadway came to their starboard side and closed to their speed.
Shortly after that her helicopter took off and hovered over the flight
deck and two people came down on a line. They uncoupled the hook and the
helicopter flew off back to her ship. Scott went to the Lieutenant
Commander and introduced himself. The officer did not take the offer of
Scott's hand. Scott turned to the other officer a Lieutenant, but he too
declined to be a gentleman.

"We are here to collect the weapons and ammunition and the Marine. I see
you have the weapons, please get the Marine." Scott was boiling, but kept
cool.

"Yes, as you can see THOSE are weapons and THAT is ammunition. The Marine
is injured and is in sick bay. You will need to talk to the Doctor about
him. BUT before you say anything let me register my disgust that one,
your Captain did not ask my permission for you to come on board, which
would not have been refused and two, the bad manners you and this officer
have shown in not introducing yourselves or shaking hands. Were the hell
did they find you lot, Homophobics R Us? Follow me." Scott turned and
went to the sick bay.

The senior ignoramus told Colin to get up and get dressed. "You are
going over to the Broadway." Colin started to get out of the bed.
"Stay where you are!" Everyone looked at Louis.
"He is MY patient and he has a wound in his buttocks. It is not serious,
but he is running a high temperature, also he is still bleeding and as
the medical authority on this ship I refuse to give permission for him to
be moved. Unless I get from your Captain a signed statement that he will
take full responsibility for his medical welfare and it states that my
own responsibility ends with his transfer, he stays here! And one more
thing, I will be reporting this to the General Medical Council within the
hour IF he is transferred!" Scott could have hugged him.
Lt. Cmdr Whatshisname did not take it too well, but had to ask Scott if
he could use the radio. Scott led the way to the bridge. There was quite
an exchange between this guy and his Captain and eventually the Captain
had no choice but to agree Colin should stay. Senior Fart put the handset
down and followed Scott back out to the flight deck.

The helicopter hovered over the Jean and Scott told everyone to go inside
leaving the two officers to load the guns ect.
"As soon as they are clear go full ahead. We are going home."
As soon as the helicopter was out of the way Andrew opened the throttles
and all of them once again hung on as the Jean sped away.
Had it not been for the fact that Louis was holding onto Colin while he
kissed him, he would have fallen out of bed! They had cleared the air it
seemed and Colin's temperature had gone back to normal.

An hour before the RN ship turned up Louis was in the sick bay pretending
to be busy. Colin could see that and looked away so Louis could not see
his smile. Louis was a crap actor and eventually Colin took pity on him.
"Oh for fuck's sake come here and kiss me! Louis in his haste dropped the
drawer he had just tidied. Paula came in as Louis got to Colin, spun
round and went out again. "Why is it men take SO fucking long in
realizing the obvious?"

"What happens now?" Louis asked.
"No idea, but i'm not going to loose you. One way or another we will find
a way and if I have to give up the Marines, then I will and if you argue
about it I wont let you fuck me when my bum gets better."

Over the next two days Scott was involved in talking to tv news stations
from all over the place. He was asked the same questions and gave the
same answers. It all became a bit predictable, but like everything else
it soon became old news and the media would turn their interest to some
different and more important "breaking news," like a celebrity
or "star" who had yet another face lift and was being fucked by a
different celebrity or "star!"
Still, the Jean and the crew may have taken a back seat as far as news
interest was concerned, but they sure had a gay following which would
ensure a full passenger quota when they began their new sea life. In fact
they could fill it many times over, not that anyone knew about it just
yet, there was a lot of work to be done first.

Neil, Colin, Gerry and George opted to be taken to Port Elizabeth and fly
home from there. They thought that now there was extra time because of
the shortened time at sea they could get the restaurant up and running
quicker. It was going to be a bitch seeing them go, but everyone had to
look to the future and make a new life. As always the leaving party was
a pretty quiet affair and the parting difficult. The Jean was rapidly
changing as well and would never be the same, but even for her there was
a new life to look forward to and this one would be, hopeful, much more
peaceful, but still with a hell of a lot of love.

Scott ordered "stop engines" and after the officials had done their
checks they were free to organise a leaving party, but like the other
ones it was a bit muted. These guys would be missed terribly and it was
more of a wake than a party.
Finally it was time for them to go and all of them suffered badly and
when the taxi had gone out of sight, they went back inside and made
themselve's busy.

Even though they were down four crew now, the loss of numbers was not so
critical as of course the escorts had ended and with 10 crew remaining
that was more than enough to crew the ship and in fact only two could
manage the ship on watch. Essential work was of course on going, but even
then there would be much more off watch time.

"Would you like to have Marcell and Jon visit again Andrew?" Andrew's
arms were still tightly wrapped round Scott's body having only just shot
into him. He was still coming back to land and his breathing beginning to
get back to normal.
"Christ you do have some lousy timing. Still, give me five minutes and I
will go get them!" He withdrew from Scott, put him on his back and laid
on top and kissed him.
"Yes my love I would like that and i'm sure they would as well."
"Well, all four of us are off together for 10 hours from 9 tonight, so if
you want to invite them go ask them and we can plan what we will get up
too!"

Andrew found them out on the flight deck having finished their checks and
were about to cover the Apaches up.
"Hi you two are you missing not flying so much now?" They turned and
smiled at him and as usual looked great.
"Just a bit Andrew, but we are looking forward to when we sail again.
Scott said he would have some news about our training when we get back
home." Marcell said and Jon knodding.
"Well perhaps he will have something to tell you about that tonight if
you would like to come to our cabin, say about 9? We are all off for 10
hours and so plenty of time to talk." They need not have to be asked
twice.
"Oh yes Andrew, we have been waiting to be invited again." Jon spoke for
both of them.

Scott had been busy and after a lot of work on plans of the ship had sent
them off to his father. William had cleared a dry dock to take the Jean
and work to begin two weeks after they got back. All the work was
expected to take 6 months and during that time Andrew, Marcell and Jon
would be busy training at his fathers workshops, after three weeks
holiday. William had found work on a cruise ship for Janet and Paula to
gain experience to help them organise the domestic needs of passengers,
but had a lot of their own ideas. Paul and Thomas had just learnt they
had positions on the O9 and would sail with her after she returned from
Australia in 10 weeks time. Colin would return to his unit and Louis had
got a senior position at one of the Portsmouth hospitals. Colin would
most probably leave the marines, that career and being with a gay partner
was not a good mix, at least that's what they thought. Scott would help
him get a new job, he knew his father had connections all over the place.
Scott would need to appoint 2 chefs and 2/3 other crew.

Right on time the boys knocked on their door and both Scott and Andrew
opened it, they just had shorts on. They came together and kissed one
another deeply and with a lot of feeling. Scott and Andrew removed their
tops and once again they all stood there running their hands over each
others bodies. Scott and Jon were standing facing and they went to the
couch and Scott sat down. He would never tire of looking at the whole of
Jon's body and this was one of them. He stood there while Scott bought
his hands behind each thigh and gently stroked from the back of his knees
to just under his shorts looking all the time at the front of them as
they tented further and further out. Scott gently kissed the end and at
the same time ran the back of his hands inside Jon's thighs, under his
shorts and took his lovely sacks into both of them. Andrew bought Marcell
over and they both kissed Scott and Jon and went to the bed were Andrew
laid Marcell down and took both his and Marcell's shorts off. He laid
next to him, wrapped arms and legs around this lovely man and they kissed
for a long time.

Scott and Jon had watched them and looked at one another and smiled.
Scott took Jon's shorts off and took his beautiful cock in his hand and
bought the foreskin over the head and back fully exposing his lovely
head. He kissed and licked it bringing sighs of pleasure from Jon. After
much of this Scot finally sank the whole shaft into his mouth and blew
Jon from base to head and back again many many times. Jon bought Scott to
his feet and omce again they kissed and then down Scott's body and now on
his knees dropped Scott's shorts down and as soon as his cock strung out
he swallowed it while Scott held his head. Scott looked across to the
bunk and saw Marcell behind Andrew rimming him which turned him on even
more watching and listening to the sounds comeing from both of them.

Jon now laid on the couch and bought Scott on top of him and again they
kissed with Jon wrapping his arms and legs around Scott's magnificent
body. He kissed his way down and after a while sucking him, pulled Jon's
legs up and exposed his sweet button where Scott spent many a minute
driving Jon crazy with his tongue. Jon turned and now Scott had even more
access and as his tongue entered into him he cried out to be fucked.
Scott took himself to Jon's door and after just a gentle push he was in
and continued until the whole shaft was filling Jon's tunnel. He was
bringing them both so close, but Jon asked to be taken to join the others
and so Scott stod up with Jon still impailed onto him walked them both
over to lay besides Andrew and Marcell. Andrew was inside Marcell and
both were having a wonderful time. Both boys were on their backs, but
facing in opposite ways. Scott and Adndrew were fucking them and could
now kiss one another as they did.

Everyone was getting too close too quickly and so Scott and Andew
withdrew and laid back on top of the boys kissing them. Scott took
Marcell's cock and Andrew Jon's and like that they remained until Andrew
and Scott swopped and were greeted with hugs, smiles and kisses.
Andrew then placed Scott on his side and the other three got to work on
him. Andrew kissed him Jon blew him and Marcell rimmed him, Scott just
grabbed a cock that he could reach and was in heaven as they all worked
on his body. Now they swopped places and it was now Jon back on his mouth
whils Andrew rimmed and Marcell blew.
They had not finished and now laid him on his back with the boys
encouraging Andrew to fuck himself on Scott, Marcell sat on Scott's face
and kissed Andrew and Jon laying sroking Scott's thighs and Scott wanking
him.

After a long time like that Andrew drew off of Scott and told him they
were going to fill both boys with their cum. Scott already in dreamland
and therefore more than compliant took Jon while Andrew took Marcell and
with both boys laying side by side and kissing each other, Scott and
Andrew pushed their legs up and entered them and as one they stroked into
these two beautiful boys. As they fucked them they kissed one another
bringing themselfes further to wards the top and after some time both
could see the other about to fall over that top. They suddenly pushed the
boys legs down and lent over them and kissed. Their bodies tensed and as
one they shot time and again into each of their boys. Gasping for air
they sank onto them and laid like that for many a minute, recovering.

It seemed Andrew had taken the role of master of ceremonies and after a
long time kissing he asked them to make love to one another while he and
Scott cuddled in and watched while Marcell and Jon got into a 69 and like
that bought the other to completion swallowing the lot. Scott and Andrew
were saving themselves for later.

They laid together partner to partner, but each playing with one another
and it was not long before Scott and Andrew were ready to go again and
now Scott entered Marcell while Jon welcomed Andrew into him. They fucked
into them and kissed as they did. Scott was some way in front of Andrew
this time and it was not long before once again his body became as hard
as iron, remained still and then he exploded into the lovely Marcell,
time and time again. Watching all this bought Andrew to his time and as
he called out, so his cock did and he gave Jon all his love. The boys now
had three loads inside them one from each other and one each from Scott
and Andrew. All four of them could not be happier.

They needed a shower just to give them time to recover a little. When
they went back to the bunk each partner cuddled into the other and even
slept for a while. Scott woke with Marcell sucking him. He smiled and
looked across at Andrew, Jon was sucking HIM! It was time for something
different and after a long time with all four in a circle sucking one
another. Andrew, directing again, got himself and Scott onto their fronts
and waited for Jon to enter Scott and Marcell to go into Andrew. It was
amazing as both boys fucked them while they kissed one another and even
came themselves as the boys shot into them! Now they were all knackered
and all dropped off into a deep sleep all cuddled up together.

Jon was the first to wake up and found himself laying on Scott's stomack.
He looked down and saw Scott's limp cock and took hold of it and played
with it and his balls. He moved very carefully and took Scott into his
mouth. He felt his own cock being held and knew it was Andrew. Marcell
was still asleep, but not for long as Andrew left Jon's cock and held
Marcell instead. Gradually they all woke up. Scott bought Jon up to the
pillows and Andrew bought Marcell and with their mouths joined to each
boy they stroked them until they cried out and shot over the four of
them. Scott and Andrew then laid back and the boys watched as they wanked
and all looked as their cum shot from them and joined the cream already
delivered by the boys.

It was to be the last time they would be together like this for a very
long time.

The four of them laid back propped up against the head board. Scott's arm
was around Marcell with Jon next to him. Andrew's arm around Jon's
shoulders. They sat quietly each thinking about all that had happened,
all with very happy memories. Scott and Andrew lent to the the boys and
kissed them and at the same time the phone rang. Scott cussed and reached
over to pick the phone off it's hook.

"Hello?" The others did not take much notice until Scott suddenly let go
of Marcell, sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His next
words were chilling.

"Dead? Dad's DEAD?" He listened to Brenda and was aware of movement
behind him, the others were getting out of bed and dressing. Marcell and
Jon left and Andrew, also dressed, sat next to Scott.

"Scott he died as I was about to leave him after I had put him to bed. He
seemed absolutely fine. He just looked at me and told me to give you and
Andrew all his love and say sorry." His last words were, "I'm going to go
to Jean. Scott, as soon as he said that, he just died. I just
can't....................." She finally broke down and could not speak.
Scott's mind was in termoil and it would take a long time before all this
sunk in.

At long last after many questions to Brenda he was told his father had
been taken to the Royal Hampshire Hospital where they would carry out an
autopsy. He called his fathers PA she was in a terrible state and had
to really consentrate hard on to Scott's intructions.

"We are about 150 miles off of Cape Verde. I'm going to go there and I
need you to get a charter flight for me. We should dock in about 6 hours.
If you can have a car waiting and when we know what time we get to
Southampton have Thomas waiting." He put the phone back and sat there
with Andrew's arm around him.
"Do you want me to tell the crew Scott?" Scott looked at him and tried to
smile.
"Yes please love and tell Paul to make for Port Praia at full speed.
I need to see him and you after you tell the crew whats happening you
come back with him please." Andrew kissed him and left. Scott went for a
shower and after got dressed into a clean uniform.

"I am so sorry skip. There are no words, but just know we are all feeling
for you right now." Paul wanted to hug his Captain, but did not feel he
could.

" Thanks Paul. I just need to get home. Look, I need you to get the
Jean to Southampton and secure her and then everyone just carry on as
planned. You know you will have to stay on the Jean don't you Andrew,
first engineer and all that. I will send Thomas to pick you up in
Southampton." Andrew knew he did not have a choice, but was going to hate
the next 10 days.

Scott mangaged to say goodbye to everyone and a long time in their cabin
saying goodbye to Andrew. They all stood and watched him go and everyone
feeling empty and sad not only about Scott's circumstances, but a
dreadful end to the Jean's final return to home as a former escort ship.
They had all been looking forward to a new life, but this happening was a
disaster for all. Andrew felt it more than any of them which is
understandable, but he had a lot of support from true friends. He could
not wait to get back to Scott and give HIM the support he was going to
need getting through all this. He would indeed become even more of a rock
to Scott than ever before.

Sir Scott Peterson, Andrew and all the Jean Peterson's crew past and
present, and many employees of William's as well as business associates
as well as Andrew's family stood with Scott as finally his father was
laid to rest. It was a beautiful Autum day and quite warm. A month had
past since William had died and although much had happened Scott was
still living in a sort of vacum and it was Andrew and William's PA who
was at the center of all that needed to be organised, arranged meetings,
took calls and generally took as much pressure off Scott that they were
able to. Now that the funeral was over, Scott would begin to take control
and start a new life that he had no choice over. His grief would be his,
but this time he had Andrew by him to help him through what so many of us
have experienced.

The next three months were busy in that Scott would be taking control of
his fathers businesses which now belonged to him.
William knew he was dying as the autopsy confirmed what he already knew.
He had a heart condition that he kept secret from Scott, but even the end
came quicker than any one thought. After talking to William's doctor
Scott was convinced his father actually wanted to die. His father
wanted to be with his mother again.

William had done much work and the outcome of all of it was the business
interests in the States had gone as well as the London resturant. His
major share in the investment company remained, but it was the shipping
company that remained untouched and now belonged to Scott as William's
heir. In a statement read out during the reading of the will, William had
asked Scott to take the title, "as a continuation of your mothers and my
lives." Scott could not refuse his fatheres wish, but would rearly ever
use it. Much later Andrew would not let him forget, but only after many
months went by and Scott found happier days.
To sum it all up, Scott had become a very wealthy man much sooner that he
ever expected or wanted to be. But he was and had to get on with it.

During all this time Andrew, Marcell and Jon began work at, now, Scott's
ship yard and worked almost exclusivly on the convertion of the Jean, but
it would take longer to get to sea now that Scott was invovled in all
that he needed to consentrate on. Still, it was nice to see them all go
off to work every day and come home at about 6pm. It only took 40 minutes
to get there and back and Andrew was comfortable driving on the wrong
side of the road now! Marcell and Jon lived with them and for Brenda it
was a good thing, she like everyone had been badly effected with the loss
as it was she who had the most contact with William.
Marcell and Jon were still very young and as they were so full of life
nobody could stay sad or unhappy for long and if it be known, William
would have approved and even been greatful to the boys for helping to
repair the loss of his passing.

The Jean was now completed and was once again back at her mooring.
Outwardly she looked very much the same, the main difference being the
extention to the flight deck right back to the stern which gave more
space as this would now be the passenger deck where they would spend most
of their outdoor time. Below decks was where most of the work had been
carried out. What was the sick bay and ward was now the passanger dining
and social areas. What had been the saloon one deck below had been
converted into six cabins. The galley remained were it was and all meals
would be sent up in a lift. The bow had been largely converted into crew
accomodation, a sick bay and gym. Dircetly below Scott's and Andrew's
cabin a large space would now be Scott's office from where he would
control and oversee the Ocean Shipping Company and his investment port
folio with a direct line to everyone all that he was now owner of by
video links. Also in this office he had all the equipment you would see
on the bridge, radars, weather, speed, position and course as well as a
bank of instuments pertinent to engine information.

As soon as everything was ready, he, Andrew, Marcell and Jon would leave
the house and go to the Jean so they could finish off work that needed to
be done and Scott to test out his office and start running his business
from there.

Jan and Paula returned full of life and could not wait for the Jean to
welcome their first passengers, but there would be another month to wait
and Scott sent everyone away for two weeks holiday while he and Andrew
finalised the appointments of the new crew. Jan and Paula went off for
time with their families and Jon and Marcell went to Iceland to see
theirs.

Because of William's passing life for all of them had changed beyond all
recognition, but after a huge amount of work and effort from everyone,
the Jean Peterson was ready to leave on her first passenger sailing 10
months later.

Scott's and Andrew's private life had taken a back seat as all this was
going on, but their love for one another was even stronger. They were
both still in love with Marcell and Jon as they were with Scott and
Andrew. They had not met socially since the time Scott had been informed
of William's death, but they would again there was no doubt about that.

Andrew had the engines started an hour before they were to set sail. He
and Scott were on the bridge and Marcell and Jon out on deck with two new
crew members. Jan and Paula were with their first set of passengers
helping them to settle in and supervising the welcome party for later in
the evening. The two new chefs were busy in the galley one of whom was
Andrew's brother Shawn. He had come out to Andrew some months ago and
Scott had no hesitation in taking him on, he was a brilliant cook. Two
further crew were working behind the bar in the passenger lounge, both
Chinese and beautiful young men. Down in the boat deck was the qualified
scuba instructor showing a few passengers all the diving gear and the two
RIB's that would play a very important part in their three week Artic
voyage.

Scott lent over to Junior Captain Andrew Bushman and kissed him. Andrew
turned to his love and smiled.
"Ready Scott?"
"Ready Captain, have a good trip."

Andrew ordered the lines off and he took the Jean Peterson away from the
mooring and headed out into the Southampton Water. He turned and smiled
at Scott again.

"Dalvik, first stop."

THE END

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And there we have the story of the Jean Peterson. Thankyou for reading
and the nice comments that you have sent very nice.
I have the another story in my head called, "A year in the life of
Reginald." Will start to write.....sometime!

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Bobby, from Dalvik in Iceland.