Date: Mon, 11 May 2015 08:55:07 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Lady Jean Peterson/10

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Jon Frederiksson and all the Bjorgvin's crew were on the bridge. The
captain had ordered the nets in and were making their way towards the
last known position of their sister ship, the Magnusson, at full speed.
They were at least 3 hours from it and although there was another trawler
also sailing at full speed, they knew there was little chance either of
them would get there in time to rescue any of their friends and in the
case of the captain, his brother, the captain of the stricken
trawler. Still, they knew the Lady Jean Peterson was much closer and
would soon be in the area. All of them were praying she would get to the
crew who they realised had already abandoned ship.

Jon was the youngest member of the crew at 18 and had spent many years at
sea, but just two as a bonifide trawlermen since he left school. He
already knew what loss was as this was the third time in his young life
that this had happened.

Jon went below and carried on working on the latest haul sorting out the
fish and putting them into ice containers ready to be off loaded when
they got back to Dalvik. He did not want to do it, but it took his mind
off the situation.

As he worked he thought about himself and something that had
happened when he was 15 and it had been on his mind ever since.

After a game of football at school his best friend had come into the
shower and molested him. Jon had cussed his friend, got dressed and ran
home. That night in bed he could not get it out of his mind and the more
he thought about it, the harder his cock became and after no more than a
dozen strokes, shot all over his belly.

A week later he went for his shower and molested his friend! They got
together two more times and it only stopped when his friend met a girl.

Apart from that, Jon had not been with another guy, not that he did not
want to, he was just scared to make any approach. He knew he was gay and
there was nothing he could or wanted to do about it.

"It will happen one day, but I will have to move to Reykjavik, only there
can I be free to be gay." Dalvik was too small, population 2000, and
everyone knew everyone's business and it could get difficult. "Nie, eg
tharf ad flytja." (No, I will have to move.") He said to himself.

When the news finally came through that the whole crew had been rescued
the Bjorgvin's captain was told to make for home. As they sailed they
watched the news as video of the rescue was shown via the Lady Jean
Peterson. Jon was able to record it and took it to his cabin to play it
over and over again so he could see that West Indian guy called Marcel
who flew the RC Helicopter. He could not keep his eyes off him.

Jon got into his old Ford and prayed she would start, he was lucky and 45
minutes later he was looking at the Jean with the many others who were
there, but as time went by they began to drift off and many would be back
early the next day as they had found out the ship would be open for
visitors. He stood there for two hours looking at her willing someone to
invite him on board, preferably that black guy!

Scott saw the lad standing there and thought nothing of it. There had
been hundreds looking as well, but this was slightly different as an hour
or so later he glanced out and saw the same guy still there, sitting on a
box now just looking at his ship. He smiled to himself as he looked at
the lad. Suddenly the lad stood up and stared towards the stern of the
ship. Scott looked out and saw Marcel at the winch, he was doing a deck
check before they settled down for the evening now the crowds had gone.
The boy watched Marcel all the way back to the hatchway until he went out
of his view, then sat back down.

The phone rang and Scott picked it up, it was his father again. "Scott,
do you remember that stuff you were looking for a few months ago and
couldn't get hold of it?" Scott laughed, if anyone was listening in, it
would be obvious that it was something that was a tad secret.
"Yes dad, don't tell me you found some?"
"Yep and it will be here by the time you get back plus another surprise.
I have sent an email with details." He was going to get CS gas of course.

They talked some more and said goodnight. Scott was about to leave the
bridge when Andrew came up. They kissed and cuddled and as they did Scott
looked out onto the harbour. "Fucking hell he is STILL there!"
"Who?"
"That lad, he has been there hours, just sitting there staring at us."
"He looks very young, just your sort." Andrew ducked as Scott pretended
to thump him. "Go and ask him on board Scott he obviously wants too or so
I would think. Why eles stay that long?"
"I think we have had enough visitors for one day don't you think? Lets go
and see the others."
"Miserable sod!" Andrew looked at Scott in that infectious way of his and
Scott knew he would obey.
"Oh Andrew? Ok ok, I will go and see if he wants to have a tour, you go
and get Marcel, he is too young for me and I don't trust you to get him."
It was Scott's turn to duck.

Jon saw the lad he had been watching on the news. He laughed to himself
as he thought he could not see him that well as it was getting darker!
Jon sat back down and told himself he would wait another half hour.
"Ah well it looks like they have finished for the day. I might as well go
home." He would be back tomorrow, very early. He stood
up..........."Hello."
"Oh, hi." Christ its the captain! And even better looking in real life.

"I'm Scott Peterson and I see you have been here for hours, would you
like to come on board and have a look round her?" Jon could not believe
his luck and told himself just what patience can do if you have any.

"Hello captain, i'm Jon Frederiksson and you have just saved a lot of my
friends, thankyou and your crew."  They shook hands and Scott wondering
why the boy had stayed so long.
"We are very pleased Jon and are happy that we were able to help."
"We just hope the captain of the Magnusson will make it, he is my
captain's brother."
"We are keeping our fingers crossed for him, anyway come on board, I have
sent for Marcel, he is about your age and i'm sure he would like to show
you around." Jon was in heaven! Not only am I going to see the ship, i'm
going to meet the guy I have been looking at on the news.

As soon as Scott introduced Marcel and Jon he might as well have not been
there the moment they looked at each other and at the same time guessed
why Jon had spent all that time waiting to be invited aboard. He most
definitly saw the same looks on their faces as he and Andrew had on
theirs the moment their eyes met at the Dalvik hotel. There must
be something in this Icelandic air he thought. He left them and went to
the saloon.

"Hello my captain, did you get the boy on board?" Andrew, like everyone
eles were drinking William's champagne.
"Yep and I will bet you we will see him a few more times before we go.
Cheers all," he raised his glass. "Good stuff this I could get used to
it."

As far as tours go this was not up to much as both boys were looking at
one another more than anything Marcel showed Jon, but he did take in most
of it and loved what he saw. Half hour later they were on the bridge.
 "So do you like the Jean then?"
"Love it and thanks for showing me. This is an amazing ship, nice crew as
well." Jon was looking at Marcel and thought he was even better
looking in the flesh than on film. Marcel was also thinking.

"Would you like to see my cabin?" Marcel found himself holding his
breath.
"Yes please I would like that." Marcel led the way and once inside he
closed the door and had no clue what to say next, neither of them did.
Jon risked all.
"Nice cabin, much better than mine, we only have single bunks. What's in
there?" Marcell opened the shower door.
"Oh, nice. Good to have your own shower."
"Yes it is. So, do you live here?"
"No Dalvik, it's about 40 kilometers from here."
"Oh right, we are going there tomorrow for the night and then back home,
but we are open tomorrow, will you come back?"
"Yes and I will see you in Dalvik as well." Jon looked at Marcell
and knew that unless he said something that would stop him having to go,
he would have to go.
"I hope I can see you again it would.........um it's getting late so I
had better go now, I guess."
"How will you get home then?"
"I have a car, it's a bit of a wreck, but it gets me around." Marcel knew
there were spare cabins, but it was not up to him to invite anyone to
stay. He would go and ask Scott. He would not say no, at least I don't
think he would? They were looking at one another, one wanting to ask the
other if he wanted to stay and one hoping he would!

"Um....If it's ok with Skip would you like to stay tonight? Save you
going home and coming back tomorrow." Jon's smile gave him the answer.
"That a yes then?" Marcel smiled back.
"Sure I would like that."

They got to the saloon where everyone was sitting about chatting and
drinking. They all looked up as the boys came in and all thought they
looked great together. Two really lovely looking boys and both exactly
the same height and build.

"Hello you two, grab a drink. So Jon how was the tour?" Marcel went and
got a couple of beers. These will keep Jon here he thought and smiled to
himself.

"Very good thank you captain. The Lady Jean Peterson is a great ship."
Jon was thinking the same as Marcel, drinking and driving was a no no in
this country as well. He took half of it down and looked at Marcel who
smiled back at him.

"It's Scott. Do you live in Akureyri?"
"No, in Dalvik." Scott and Andrew looked at one another. History
repeating itself?
"How will you get home then?" Jon took another large swig of his beer.
"Well I can't drive now so I will ring a friend and ask to stay with him,
but it will take me ages to get there." He finished the beer off and
smiled at Scott.
"Or you could stay here, i'm sure thats the plan anyway!" They both
looked guilty enough for everyone to know Scott was right.
"Thankyou cap......sorry Scott."
"Go on bugger off and take some beers with you." They shot out of the
saloon.
"I bet they don't open those beers!" Tommy said. He was right.

And there we have it in all it's innocence, two boys standing looking at
one another, both gay, both liking the other more than very much, both
very inexperienced and neither knowing what to do next! An aircraft
landing at the airport helped a lot though. It flew low over the Jean and
Marcel went to the port to watch it land which gave him time to think
about sleeping arrangements and would Jon agree with the only option
he wanted.
Jon looked at Marcel's back and just could not help himself and went up
behind him and pretended to watch the aircraft land as well. Marcel felt
Jon standing behind him and smiled which Jon saw in the reflection in the
port. "What are you smiling about?" Marcel continued to smile and Jon
joined in.
"Us."
"What about, us?" Jon asked. Marcel took a deep breath, but knew he was
on safe ground.
"We want to kiss one another and don't say you don't and if you say you
don't your a liar and Icelander's don't lie."
"You want to bet!?" Jon wrapped his arms around Marcel's chest and pulled
him close.
"Yes I do, but you had better turn round first."
Marcel turned still smiling and saw this lovely boy smiling back at him
and two seconds later both boys kissed another boy for the first time in
their lives.

After some time Marcel pulled back and looked at Jon with a massive smile
on his face. He was looking at one of the most beautiful faces he had
ever seen and loving his ice blue eyes, lovely tanned face and a mass of
long golden hair which went almost down to his shoulders and covered his
ears and forehead. Without a word Marcel pulled Jon's tee shirt over his
head and threw it on the bed. He stood back and saw a
lightly tanned version of his own body, he was exactly the same build and
height as Marcel, all 5ft 7inches. Like Marcel, Jon's torso was slim and
tight all due to his physical work as a trawlerman and spending quite a
lot of time swimming as the summer was a good one which meant he could go
around in sports shirt and shorts a lot when on shore leave.
They stood like this for some time just smiling and Jon showing his
perfect lips and brilliant white teeth and removed Marcel's top. "Bloody
hell, we are twins! Even our nipples are the same size!" They were
wondering who should do the next thing and went back to kissing to help
them decide. It was Marcel who suddenly got on his knees and pulled Jon's
jeans down and just stared at the white briefs and the lump inside them.
Marcel stood back up and yanked his trousers down and wrapped his arms
around Jon and kissed him and at the same time both boys rammed
their hips together tight.
It was Jon's turn to get on his knees and after sometime staring at
Marcel's bulge he pulled them down and out came the amazing sight of
Marcel's cock. He bought a hand to him and held it and, with heart
racing, went forward and took Marcel into his mouth. It was incredible
for both of them.
Marcel got Jon back up, kissed him some more then he too went to his
knees and two seconds later was staring at a white version of himself,
7.5 inches of shear beauty and exactly the same dimensions and straight
as a poker, the only straight thing about the pair of them.

Marcel stood up and took Jon to the bunk and they laid on their sides
kissing and stroking one another and all the time becoming more and more
worked up. Without a word they turned into a 69 and five minutes later
they had both reached the point of no return as their breathing became
more laboured, their bodies stiffened as they shot out all over the
other. They laid quietly for sometime still sucking when Marcel turn back
and, still not saying anything wrapped arms and legs round and kissed
once again.

"I think we should shower, right?"
"Right."
They didn't get much sleep that night.

At breakfast early the next day Marcel and Jon were the last to arrive,
both very shy and both got lots of smiles from the rest. None of
them had an idea these two ten minutes ago where in the shower cleaning
each other after yet another cumming, five in all.

"Sleep well Jon?" Scott grinned at them as they sat down with a huge
plate each and began to stuff themselves. Jon grinned back at Scott and
grunted with his mouth full. They were both blushing but only Jon showed
it.

They planned the day and Marcel was told to go with Jon to buy another
Icelandic flag. The one they had of course was flying at the mast. "I
want you to fly ahead today and when we get to Dalvik with the flag slung
under and you will need to practice."
"Yes Skip." They both said and shot off into town two very happy young
gay boys.

Marcel and his shadow (or should that be the other way round?) returned
and got the helicopter out of the hanger and with Neil fixed up a way of
slinging the flag below it. Marcell started up and after checks took off.
It hung beautifully and the balance weight was just fine. He flew for
half an hour and then landed. Scott came up on deck and smiled at the
pair of them. He was about to make them even more happy. "Jon, if you
would like you can stay and sail with us to Dalvik tomorrow?"
The boys were over the moon and Marcel could not help himself and gave
Scott a hug. Jon was delighted he had been apart of all this and wished
he could be a full part. They all drifted back to their cabins to shower
and change. Once in theirs Andrew cuddled into Scott and kissed him. "I
am so proud of you Scott, we all are." And kissed him again. They
showered together and afterwards they pressed their uniforms. They
dressed and Andrew stood looking at Scott. "You look bloody amazing
Captain!"
"You should see who i'm looking at." They cuddled again and went out to
greet the visitors.

It was a great day, hundreds turned up to visit and for hours there was a
long queue waiting to come on board. It was all very freindly and the
whole crew did not stop answering questions and posing for photo's the
whole time. Scott had got permission from the Harbour Master to go into
the bay so he could show the ship off. At 7pm he announced that on the
intercom. All the visitors left and Scott had the engines started up.
Half hour later they pulled away and slowly went into the middle of the
bay when Scott asked for all three cannons to fire and at the same
time had the Jean circle. When he had turned the ship's stern to the
spectators, they raised the door and launched the RIB with Jan and George
crewing, followed by the boat crewed by Andrew and Freddy. Meanwhile
Marcel took the helicopter up and slowly flew in a wide circle around the
ship which bought massive appluse from the considerable crowd. Icelanders
are very proud of their flag and why not.

They all got to the saloon exhausted and just flopped down and opened up
more champagne and finished the day off by getting a tad drunk.

For the remainder of the time they would be in Iceland Marcel and Jon
were glued together. When the Jean sailed there was going to be two very
unhappy boys. They went to see Scott as they were sailing to Dalvik.
Andrew opened the door when they knocked. He took one look at this lovely
pair and just knew why they were here. He was glad he did not have to be
the one to answer the obvious question that was coming. "You have company
Scott, i'm off to the saloon."

Scott was in trouble. Of COURSE he wanted to say Jon could join them, but
he couldn't. "Look boys I have a dozen guys who can fly the helicopter
and as far as I know you can't even fly Jon!"
"But skip I can teach him and I know he will be fine. PLEASE skip!"
"No and although this may sound cruel all this could be is a brief
romance and that it will be forgotten when we go Marcel."
"What about you and Andrew then?" Marcel thought he was out of order
saying that, but he was desperate. "Sorry Skip."
Scott felt a complete ass hole when Marcel said that and he gave them an
option, thank GOD for options!
"Look, I will do one thing." They stared at Scott waiting for a life
line. "We will be back in the UK in a week and as you know we all have
a week off. I will fly you back here Marcel and you two can get to know
one another a bit better and if it works out, then I MAY take you on Jon
and I will have you both flown back home. BUT, before you think it's a
done deal you Jon will have to apply for crew and go through interveiws
the same as anyone eles and if you don't make the grade, thats tough as
far as i'm concerned. Deal?" They looked at one another and you could
hardly see their faces as their smiles were so wide. "Yes skip, deal and
thanks....can we go?" Marcel did not wait for Scott to answer, he grabbed
hold of Jon and dragged him out.

"Well, are you taking him on?"
"Do I have a choice? Still, I expect I will and for one good reason. They
have just left and instead of going to Marcel's cabin for a shag, they
are out on deck and Marcel is starting to teach Jon about the helicopter.
Now THATS a good sign, I think i'm off the hook!"
"We were having bets in the saloon and nobody bet on anything except Jon
joining us."
"You lot know me better than I know myself. Maybe i'm a good guy after
all."
"The best." Rather a lot of kissing followed.

The day went very well in Dalvik and the whole village came out and many
from other villages as well and just about all of them toured the ship,
but now Scott was becoming more anxious to get away and as soon as the
fireworks had finished he had the engines started. But there was an
slight mishap when one of the massive star burst fireworks exploded
prematurely and gave Neil an idea. Scott allowed Marcel and Jon to spend
a final hour together and as soon as he had said goodbye to everyone Jon
went down the gangway with tears pouring down his face. Marcel stayed on
deck waving to him also in tears.

Jon was now out of sight and Marcel went to his cabin. He looked
around and smiled to himself. "At least I have something of yours inside
me Jon. Wonder if your bum is as sour as mine?"

Scott had the Jean at full speed just about all the way back to
Southampton. The happenings of the past few days had been incredible, but
now was the time to look and plan ahead. He wanted to get on station as
quickly as possible and begin the real role of his ship and that was
escorting his father's.

Scott spent a lot of time emailing the people his father had told him
about and long before they got to Southampton he would be taking delivery
of 50 pressurised CS gas containers which Neil and Andrew would have to
find a way of fixing to the helicopters and a way of releasing the gas.
Scott would have to attend a briefing regarding the use and rules as to
when a pirate boat could be attacked and they were of course very ridged
and Scott would have to justify using it. International law gave pirates
rights despite the fact they were always armed and of course had killed
and taken ships and their crews hostage. Scott would be in a lot of
trouble if it was deemed he used gas before he could prove the Jean was
going to be attacked.

William was there to meet them as well as more media and Scott had to
endure an hour of questions, but at last they went and they were alone to
be themselves. All the crew had gone now and it was just William, Scott
and Andrew. Scott had booked Marcel's flight and had watched as he drove
away in the taxi. Andrew stood with him. "I love those two
Scott, they are the same as us."
"God help them in that case." Scott was subjected to some domestic abuse
and then kissed.

The week went by very fast. Andrew went back to the States to spend a few
days with his family and William and Scott had time to themselves as
well. They were both very happy for private time. Of course the Jean was
not too far from their minds and during the time at home Scott waited for
the delivery of the new helicopter and the CS gas. William had mentioned
something else which turned out to be two single barrel pump action shot
guns that could be passed off as sports guns for crew recreation whilst
at sea. They would have a clay pigeon thrower and an ample supply of
clays, but of course some means of protection if they were ever boarded.
Paul would be responsible for training.

The new helicopter arrived and Scott got it into the hanger and that's
were it would be when Neil, Andrew and the boys got back, assuming of
course there were in fact two boys coming back?

Scott spent a day being lectured about the use of the gas and all the
regulations and the strict guidelines of use. After all that was done he
signed a few dozen papers giving him authority to have it and all the
disclaimers if he used it outside the guidelines and at the same time
putting his head on the block.
In short what it all meant was that Scott would have to be under attack
AND fired on before he could order gas to be used.

It was time for the crew to return. George was at Waterloo station
waiting for Jerry. On the way up to London at the beginning of the
holiday they had sat together and by the time the train pulled in they
had agreed to meet at Jerry's gym to work out together.
They had met several times during the holiday at the gym and for meals
and theatre dates as well as days out just walking and shopping. There
was nothing more, but both really enjoyed the times spent together and
were looking forward not only to getting back on board, but seeing more
of one another.

George saw Jerry first and was more than pleased to see him. They had not
met up for the past two days as Jerry had to work with some of his
clients and get himself organized to work on line for them while he was
at sea. As a financial consultant he had quite a lot of work to do which
he did when off watch in his cabin. What with his ship commitments and
his private work, he was a very busy man and a lovely one at that. George
liked him, a lot.
"Here we are George. Hope you are as pleased as me to be back?"
"I am and can't wait for the gym sessions to start."

Andrew got back and spent a long weekend with Scott and William. It was
great for them to be back together even though it was to be short.

They hugged William goodbye and once again William felt the loss as they
drove away. He went back into the empty house and went to his study and
poured a stiff whisky.

They were all in the saloon having a drink and something to eat, but none
of them that happy. They were waiting for Marcel to turn up.

"Well, that's a bummer. I really thought those two would come back
together."
"At least you gave them time Scott, it didn't work out and that's a bit
of a surprise to be honest."
"Fucking shame, I loved those two."
"Marcel will need to be kept busy to take his mind off it. I am sure it
was not him who called it off."
"You will have to find another pilot now Scott. If I didn't love Marcel
so much, I would tan his ass!"
"Where did he call you from Scott?" Asked Thomas.
"From Heathrow. He said he was too upset to ring me before he left
Iceland."
 "Oh you fucking idiots. The little buggers are having us on! I BET they
will be here soon, just wait."
"You could be right Tom." Reg said.
"If they they are fucking us about they are in for a slap." Scott was
talking crap and they all knew it . He went to the port and looked out,
nothing. They sat around for another half hour when Paulina went and
looked outside.

"Taxi!"
They all rushed to a port and looked out as Marcel got out and paid the
driver off.
Eventually he came in and said hi to everyone. The poor lad looked so
miserable.
"You ok Marcel?" Scott went to him.
"Yeah not too bad Skip, sorry about all this, I really feel bad we let
you down." Scott melted and hugged Marcel into his chest giving time for
Marcel to smile without being seen. Marcel pulled away from Scott.
"Still, its good to be back and at least I wasn't too upset to bring you
all something back." He went to the door and opened it and a smiling Jon
walked in.
"You pair of shits, you WILL suffer, I promise." Scott said as he cuddled
both boys.
"It was Marcel's idea, honest Skip. I stayed in the taxi and got out when
it went round the corner. Thankyou for having me back and giving me a
chance. It will be nice to have a rest!" They all went to the pair of
them and showed how happy they were it had worked out for the two of
them. Jon had only been with them two days and one night, but he had
certainly made an impression.

"Skip, Jon can fly a helicopter now, we spent all that money you gave me
on his training in Akureyri." Scott was looking sheepish as he had not
even told Andrew he had given money to Marcel. He coughed and mubbled.
"Glad it was put to good use." He was pleased as punch and got one hell
of a squeeze from Andrew.

"EXCUSE ME? Anyone got anything to say?" Thomas sat there with
a smug look on his face and got a whole load of cushions thrown at him.

It was lovely to be back.

By the time they were sat at breakfast the whole crew were back to the
serious business of what they were about and listened to Scott as he gave
out his orders for the next few days.

"We have got a refuelling slot at 11 so we need to fire up straight after
this Neil and go to the pier. We have the gas cylinders now and you two
will need to work fixing them on the helicopters and a means to release
the gas. We also have two shot guns and you Paul will take charge of them
and teach us all to shoot.  Colin and George will need to go shopping,
here is the warehouse card and at least two to go with them to help load
up. We will all be out on deck to get everything on board. Marcel and
Jon, you unpack the new helicopter and Neil and Andrew will help you put
it together, Jon I want to see you fly Marcel's helicopter. Reg and
Paula, well you know what you need, just go and get everything. Right
guys i'm hoping we can leave at least a day early. If the weather is good
we will sail at a minimum of 15 knots, 20 if the weather is good. We will
top up when we get to Cyprus. Jan you work with Andrew to check out the
boat deck and do the RIB and the boat checks. All clear? Any questions?"

It was all clear and no questions, but the message was VERY clear. Scott
was in a hurry, he was already late in getting to the Arabian Sea and
wanted to make some of that time up. One thing for sure everyone would be
working flat out to give him the early sailing he hoped for. They made it
with a day to spare. Scott was a very happy captain.

But before all that happened Scott had to go through the official bits
regarding Jon, but knowing full well he would be sailing with them
anyway! Jon did not know that though and he assumed he was on trial!
Scott watched Jon as he took Marcel's helicopter up and after an hours
flying Scott was indeed pleased with his performance. Jon would have
quite a lot of time practising on route and Scott was confident he would
get to Marcel's standard eventually, Marcel would make sure of it, Scott
was sure.
It was all very serious, but he could not help smiling as the two of them
worked together. It was as though they had a two foot rope attached as
they were never that far apart. God I love these two, we all do. Jon came
to see Scott after they had landed and refueled. "When do I have the
interveiw skip?" Marcel of course was with him.
"You already have Jon. I made up my mind after you two came to ask me to
take you on in Iceland."
"Really?"
"Yes, when I told you all that I said in Dalvik and you left the cabin,
instead of going to your cabin for "whatever" you went straight out and
Marcel was showing you his helicopter. That is when I knew I wanted you
as a crew member, but I also wanted you because you are a lovely guy and
you are both so great to have on board, but don't get big headed or I
will rip them off." Talk about the Captain Bligh effect! They both hugged
Scott and he could not be more happy!

They did not know it then, but it would not be too long before the true
value of having both helicopters would prove itself.
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