Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 08:30:10 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Lady Jean Peterson/11

The Jean was now fully provisioned and ready to sail which was set for
midday the next day. The weather looked good for the next four days and
Scott was sure he could sail during that time at 20 knots. They sat for
their final dinner together and after breakfast the following day that
would also be their last meal as a crew until they got to Cyprus. This
would also be the last meeting in the saloon and after they sailed all
meetings would take place on the bridge so that all crew could be
involved. There were a few things to go through and Scott asked Paul to
start it off.

"When we get into the channel we will train again in fire fighting, man
over board, launching the RIB and practise rescuing the dummies, called
Marcel or Jon or both and abandoning ship. We will also be practicing
action stations a great deal and the RIB and the boat will be launched to
practise against attack which will mean everyone in safety gear as well
as intercoms. Boats crews of course in survival suits.
Skip and Freddy will take navigational training, Reg and I will take
seamanship to all those of you not too experienced. I have worked out
watches of two crew on at a time which will have one qualified crew all
the way to Cyprus and then from there until we get to the Suez Canal when
they will change again and four crew will be on watch, by then everyone
should be competent and the qualified member will be the officer of the
watch. The one duty you will love is one crew except the captain will
have a domestic day and will be responsible for the crew lounge and the
cabin deck. The watch going off will tidy up the bridge before leaving
the bridge. I have written out all rotas and the training programmes and
sessions and will post them in here when we sail, but I expect there will
be lots of changes as we sail. We will all be responsible to keep the
main decks clean of course. But Skip there is one other thing that I
believe we should train in and I'm qualified to do it."
"Sounds a bit physical Paul?"
'Unarmed combat, hand to hand fighting. It would be great to have those
skills in the event we may need them."
"Yea Gods Paul, just let me sit on them, no fucker would be able to stand
up!"
"We will have you in reserve Jan. Skip what do you think?"
"We will start when we are satisfied all the training is up to
scratch. Great idea Paul, thanks......Is the Captain involved?"
"Yes."
"Bugger!"
"Jerry?"

"I have a rota for gym times and we will all have two official sessions
each week lasting one hour, but apart from your actual times you can
obviously use it any time you want, but I will need to know what you are
doing, we don't want you over doing it. Any questions?"
"What with Paul and you Jerry I will be a wreck and even Paulina will be
able to beat me up."
"I do anyway." The males thought about that and tried to blank out the
image of the two of them being physical.

"Right, Skip wants Andrew and me to give instruction on the engines and
the generators as well as training on all the other stuff he and I have
to look after. It is rather complicated so we will keep it simple just
for you lot. One thing we will be busy doing is fixing the helicopters to
take the CS gas containers and it will be good to have you two lads with
us, but I know Skip wants you to fly a lot as well, so we will get the
system up that we think that will work and then get one helicopter at a
time down in the workshop to fit out.

"George and I will be taking cooking class................"
"Fuck off Colin, you two cook and we eat." Jan in her delicate way spoke
for them all.

"Paulia and I will be taking first aid and emergency treatment
proceedures and we will need two bodies to practise on." Everyone looked
at the two boys who smiled back and shrugged their lovely shoulders. "But
only I am qualified to carry out mouth to mouth resuscitation!" Marcel
shot off the couch and laid on the deck with his arms over his head
looking beautiful in his tiny shorts and top showing a lot of flesh and a
rather lovely lump where a lovely lump should be.
"I cant breath!" Jon landed on top of him also in tiny shorts and top and
showing his lovely cute behind.
"Only I'M qualified Mr Marcel as far as you are concerned!" He kissed
Marcel which seemed to do the trick. They looked fantastic. They got back
on the couch and crossed their legs.
"You two finished?" Scott asked.
"Yes Skip."

"I'm going to give talks on the radar systems and how to get the best out
of them and fully understand how they function especially the Hawk radar,
that system will be one of greatest assets and you need to get to know it
inside out. Apart from that I will also give counselling for anyone
having problems with relationships, I love a dirty story!" Tommy sat back
with a pen and note pad waiting for the first names and then waited some
more. "Bollocks then, sort your own problems out."

"That's just about it then, I'm sure the boys want to go anyway. Just one
more thing though, we will be using the Hawk radar a lot now when we do
practise attacks and learn how to use it."
The Hawk radar was a new development which could pick up very small boats
or obstacles at a distance of five miles and they would be relying on it
the whole time they would be in pirate seas. It was developed because
there had been many instances of ships colliding with cargo containers
that had fallen off ships and could not be picked up by normal radars. It
had been reported that as many as 2000 go over board every year.

"By the time we get to Cyprus we will all be even more ready to meet any
crap that comes our way and that of course is the reason we are all here.
I know you have a lot of flying to do Jon to get up to Marcel's standard
and that's why I want you two flying when ever the weather allows, day
and then night. I have always been convinced that a helicopter would be a
great thing to have and since the rescue I'm even more convinced. Now we
have two and you lads will give us massive cover once you are both even
more experienced. I was told that for the gas to have any effect you will
have at fly no more than 10/15 feet above the pirate boats and I don't
want you flying that low until you are up to Marcel's standard Jon and we
have a flat sea to start low level flying over our boats. I will leave it
to you both to tell me when you feel you are ready. I will also need to
go through the rules about when we can use it to all of you, it's quite
complicated, but as a quick guide we cannot attack any pirate with
gas without first being attacked ourselves. If I had been able to kill
the pirate who killed my mother, I could very well have charges made
against me, but that's the way of the world these days. Right, enough of
all this unless anyone else wants to say anything?"

"Just one thing Skip."
"Yes Andrew?"
Andrew stood up with everyone looking at him and only Scott guessing
"shit" was on its way. Andrew cleared his throat.
"You will of course not have forgotten you have an American on board,
your very own weapon of mass destruction and I can assure you all my dear
Brit and Icelandic gay men, boys and ladies, NO pirate will get anywhere
near the Jean when they realise I am..........." He didn't finish, Jerry
got to him first followed by quite a few more and beat the crap out of
him. Marcel and Jon waited to make sure they were on top of the pile so
they would not get crushed and looked so sweet as they landed on top with
their combined light weight. Scott and Paul sat in their seats listening
to the screams coming from under the mass of bodies for help. Gradually
they got off him and by the time Jerry got to his feet everyone looked
at Andrew who was flat on his back fighting for air with only his thong
left on and showing him in all his glory, he looked stunning! Scott got
up and stood over him. "Well said Andrew, let this Brit get you out of
here." He pulled him to his feet and they went out together with Scott
laughing his head off and Andrew telling him he was resigning and all of
them looking at his fantastic bum until Scott spoilt the view by putting
his cap over it.
"Oh my goodness, Andrew is absolutely beautiful. Hope its not too long
before he says something else stupid."
REGGIE!

Scott took Andrew in his arms still laughing and Andrew sort of joining
in. They of course snuggled in kissing when Andrew pulled away and looked
up at Scott. "Hold me." Scott did as he was told and took Andrew in hand
smiling at the advanced state of erection.
"I don't know who it was, but one of those sods had a good fiddle when
they were trying to beat me up."
"Really? Right, I'm not having that!" Scott grabbed the mike off its
hook.
"All crew, who ever it was touching up our weapon of mass
destruction would he, or she, go and wash their hands immediately, thank
you." Before Scott could switch off the crew also heard; "FUCK OFF
LIMEY!" George laughed with the rest of them and knew he had at least one
secret to take to the grave with him and at the same time thought about
Jerry naked in the showers after their gym sessions in London.

As previously arranged they all met in the crew lounge for one last drink
together at 9pm before settling down for the night. There would be no
more drinks until they got to Cyprus.
Scott and Andrew came in last and a huge cheer went up just for Andrew.
He smiled back and told them he had retired from being a weapon of mass
destruction and was now, "ordinary, like you lot." He and Scott got to
their couch and settled down with Scott's arm around Andrew's shoulders,
in fact just like everyone else apart from Jerry and George of course.
It was a lovely couple of hours and not one mention of the coming months,
just friends together having a drink and watching Marcel and Jon still in
their very short shorts and half sized tops cuddled up together and just
listening to the others as they talked. They were the first to say
goodnight and go to their cabin. They were applauded and cheered all the
way out.

As normal when in port Scott and Paul went out and carried out a deck
check before securing the last hatch. They were on the bridge for a last
check.

"I haven't told you why you making me first officer is so important
Scott. When I was in the navy I found out I had been recommended for
officer training, but had already applied for selection into the SBS. My
boss told me the offer would still be there and if I wasn't selected I
would still be considered for the officer thing. I was in a bit of a
dilemma really as the SBS would be very difficult to get into, but I
could just walk into the other offer. Still, I went and its obvious how
it turned out and I loved my time with the unit, but always wondered if I
would have made it as an officer. Now I am thanks to you and I feel I
have achieved all that I wanted. Thanks again Scott."
"Its not exactly Royal Navy though Paul."
"No it isn't, but let me tell you, the Jean is as good as any ship I
sailed with. Scott, at the risk sounding a complete creep, you don't know
how good you are and for many reasons, one of them being you have
selected a first class crew and together we will do a great job. We will
get our critics if we make the news, but let me tell you, I have never
been more confident in anything I have been involved in and that's quite
a lot."
"Going to tell me what you have been involved in Paul? Of course I know
you have the Military Cross."
"Not allowed to Skip, but a book has been written about my unit and
although none of us is identified, I can assure you I'm in it. It comes
out sometime next year apparently."
"I will rely on you getting a copy and thanks Paul, I'm as confident as
you are and one of many reasons you are our first officer. I more or less
knew you would be at your final interview. Right, we each have a junior
member of crew to take to bed, Andrew will already be in the shower I'm
sure."
"Tommy will definitely be in bed. G'night Skip."
"G'night Paul."

Paul closed the door and went over to the bunk knelt down and kissed his
man and at the same time slipped his hand under the duvet. "Seems your
ready my man. Do I shower or suck first?" Tommy smiled at him and kicked
the duvet off.

Two cabins away two very clean and horny 18 year olds were engaged in
kissing the life out of one another. Jon was on top of Marcel and after
some time like this and without a word, Jon sat up and lined Marcel's
cock to his back door and slowly began to sit on it. After getting used
to the invasion, he sat on the whole 7.5 inches and both boys were once
again joined together and would remain like that for a very long time
while Jon slowly pulled back as far as Marcel's cock head and then even
more slowly back down.

Captain Scott Peterson and Second Engineer Andrew Bushman were naked
which was rather wise as they were in the shower. Both men had massive
hardons due to the attention each had given the other by washing a cock
of great interest and a certain amount of blowing. Andrew sucked once
more and stood up. "I'm ready."
The Captain turned the former weapon of mass destruction round at the
same time as Jon was lining Marcel up. They would never know that both
captain and his first pilot would enter both of their boyfriends at the
same time and also cum together as well, but not for some time yet.

Neil was in the bunk on his lap top writing his new gay story while
Colin was between his legs on his elbows teasing Neil's man bits with his
tongue.
"Do you know Neil I think you have the best cock in the world and I don't
mind if you shove it up my bum."
"Shush, i'm writing my story and got to where a couple of blokes are just
about to have sex. Do you want me to read it to you?" Colin climbed back
up and laid next to Neil. "This had better be good." He laid on Colin's
shoulder and waited to be impressed.

"Donald looked at his client who seemed to be a little nervous and tried
to take some of it away by telling him how good looking he was and even
better in the flesh than in the photo's "on the chat line." He went to
him and kissed him and indeed he did relax and kissed Donald back.

"Fuckin hell, you fuckin kiss well good Donald, get yer shit orf, then
get mine orf before I cums." Donald did as he was told and within a
minute they were both standing naked. Donald stood staring at his client
and could not believe the size of him and fought hard to control himself.

"You like what you sees then Donald?" Donald was a male prostitute of few
words, including now, he did not trust himself, instead he got on his
knees and took all 3.5 inches into his mouth.

"Oh FUCK that's good me old mate, keep sucking it aint goin to take
long." Half a dozen blows later the 3.5 inches dripped and one shot fell
out leaving the client gasping for breath.
"That it?" Asked Donald.
"Yeah, best I cum for ages, thanks Donald, I will book you again when I
am free." Donald made a mental note not to be available, that was until
he was paid. He looked at the ten twenty pound notes and looked back at
his client. "What about tomorrow?"

"Nah, sorry mate, its Sunday and a busy day for us Archbishops."

There was along pause while Colin stared at his love.
"Neil that's the biggest load of shite EVER! Just a waste of fuck time,
its put me right off."
"So you don't think its much good then? I had another 20 chapters lined
up and it all ends with Donald and the Archbishop getting married after
he was defrocked by the church and Donald." Colin laughed and could not
stop.
"Your thinking of that party again aren't you?" Neil started laughing as
well.
"Yes, the one we went to as nuns and we both thought it was us underneath
the habit until I saw you at the bar! We never did find out who they
were, but I'm sure it was those twins." They cuddled in close and fell
asleep and would not make love now until they were well on their way.

Meanwhile in their separate cabins Jerry and George wanked off and came
together into the ever ready tissues in bucket loads with each in the
others mind. They cleaned up, switch the light off and slept.

Reggie and Freddy laid close together finishing off the cross word and
had got to the last clue. "One of the greatest authors of gay short
story's. Six letters."
"No idea Freddy, what about you?"
"No idea either, fucking stupid clue." He grabbed the magazine and just
wrote something that would fit the down answers and handed it back to
Reggie.
"b-o-b-b-y-g." Bet that's wrong, still it fits. Turn the light off I need
to sleep."
"No chance, I need you to fuck me first." He turned on his side and
waited for his partner to carry out his order. For the goodness knows how
many times Reggie entered Freddy and after a dozen strokes he blew up
inside his love as Freddy finished himself off.
"Thank you Reggie, very nice! Goodnight, love you."
"Love you too Freddy, goodnight and hope you remembered its our 25th
anniversary next week." Reggie cuddled Freddy knowing he would have
forgotten. Reggie fell asleep while his partner laid there wide awake and
telling himself he was in big trouble. A week before all anniversaries
Reggie always gave him a hint and he could nip down to the shops and get
a card and a bottle of his favourite wine. "Fuck! Get out of this
Freddy!"

Paul came out of the shower and got on his knees and kissed Tommy and at
the same time stroked his lovely 6 inches. "Ready?"
"Stupid question, I always am." Paul lifted his petit man off the bunk
and literally sat him on his cock while he wrapped his arms around his
body and Tommy holding tight around Paul's neck. Tommy took the whole lot
in while Paul walked around the cabin fucking the man he was so deeply in
love with. As he got closer he laid Tommy back on the bunk and finished
the pair of them off, Paul cumming a massive load into Tommy and Tommy
exploding all over his and Paul's body.
After a lot of kissing, Paul took them both into the shower and after a
clean up went back to the bunk and settled down for the night.

"I'm coming Jon! Oh fuck I'm............" Jon had raised himself so
Marcel could stroke into him and delivered the contents of his balls into
the boy of his dreams. As Marcel off loaded Jon also came and shot all
over the first pilot. He collapsed onto Marcel and they kissed for a
while until both of them fell asleep, stuck together.

Scott was close and told Andrew he was about to cum. Andrew was just
ahead of him and shot all over the shower door. Scott seeing that also
blew up and held Andrew tight to him as time and time again he ejaculated
filling Andrew to over flowing. Andrew stood up with Scott still inside
him and twisted his head around so they could kiss.
After some time Scott turned the shower back on and withdrew. They washed
one another again and after drying off went to their bunk, snuggled in
and after a lot more kissing, they too fell sleep.

The crew of the Lady Jean Peterson were at peace as they slept. Oh,
nearly forgot, apparently Jan and Paulina got up to some "stuff" as well.

As the crew slept they would have no idea they were being watched by a
crew member through binoculars from the new "Ocean Six." First
Officer Jerry O'Brian lowered the binoculars and reported to Captain
Taylor to tell him the ship was ready to sail on the midmorning tide the
next day, she was on her maiden voyage to Canada and then went to his
cabin to fuck Second Officer David Hammond.

It was an entirely different looking crew who sat eating breakfast as
they were now in day uniform and going through all the work needed to be
done before sailing in three hours time. Engines start up and full pre
sailing checks, weather reports and of course the helicopter pilots who
were shoving the last of their bacon and eggs down so they could get
to the hanger in good time.
Jan, who always needed to get her priorities right asked Colin and George
what was for dinner.
"Roast lamb."
"Plenty of mint sauce?"
"Oh shit! Did you order it George?"
"No."
Jan stared at them "This ship will not sail without it you two. I will
strap myself to the bow and the Jean wont be able to go anywhere."
"In that case we have a ton of it Jan."
"Good for you." With Jan's priority sorted out they all left
after clearing the table and went about their work.

At exactly 8am Scott ordered the last two ropes in and he took the Lady
Jean Peterson away from the dock. They were on their way at last. As they
cleared the harbour he gave out three blasts on the powerful twin horns
and got many back wishing them a safe sailing. As they past the O6 Bob
Taylor was out on the bridge wing waving to the Jean, but mainly to
Scott, standing next to him was Jerry O'Brian.
"Good luck to her Jerry, she looks magnificent don't you think? And in
very capable hands."
"If you say so Captain." And under his breath, "It could all go very
wrong for him, with any luck." The three ringer turned his back and went
inside.

The sailing would take them a month as they would often sail at no more
than 5 knots and altering course many times while exercising against
practice pirate attacks and also stopped while retrieving Marcel and Jon
who had been volunteered to be "men over board." Fire fighting exercises
were many including several at night when only two crew were on watch.
Paul loved this and was having great fun as he announced yet another
emergency.

The work on the helicopters CS gas container pods and release system was
completed and by the time they were sailing passed Gibraltar Marcel's
helicopter was being fitted out down in the workshop. The pods would be
semi permanent and the gas containers themselves would be fitted inside
them. Each container was exactly the same dimensions as two baked bean
tins and would have enough gas to release six, four second shots over a
target before they were spent. They also had four empty containers that
would hold water dyed red so that they could carry out practice attacks
and would be pressurized with the ships compressor.

All the crew were on the bridge waiting for the rotors to be fitted back
onto Marcel's helicopter and after he had started up he pushed it out
onto the flight deck and took off. Jan and Freddy launched out of the
stern in the boat and went off to the starboard side 300 yards and waited
to be water bombed by Marcel. He carried out 12 attacks using only one
container at a time and the results were better than any of them thought
they would be, both Jan and Freddy came back on board looking very red!
After a hose down all the dye rinsed off. Everyone was happy.
While Jon's machine was down below being fitted out, he flew Marcel's
helicopter with fairly good results, but had a long way to go to get to
Marcel's standard.
"You will be as good as me soon Jon."
"I know I will, meanwhile go back to rimming!"

Jerry had filmed the whole exercise and was going down to his shack to
put together a training dvd and asked George if he would like to go with
him to see how it was done.
The film shack was very small and loaded as it was with equipment it only
left room for Jerry's seat in front of the desk and so George had to
stand behind him. Jerry got to work and impressed George as he watched
Jerry go through the film and after editing, it was finished. Jerry on
the other hand swore a couple of times as he made some mistakes.
"What's up?"
"Nothing." He lied. George standing close behind him was putting him off.
He looked up at George and they smiled at one another. He carried on and
cussed again when he made another mistake.
"Shall I go Jerry, I maybe putting you off."
"You are, what are you going to do about it, without leaving the shack?"
Jerry swung his chair round and looked up at George with George looking
down.
"I want to kiss you."
"And I'm not going back to work until you do." They kissed.
"Your place or mine?" Jerry asked.
"Which ever is nearest." It was Jerry's. They tried not to make it too
obvious in the rush to get to Jerry's cabin and had just closed the door
when;
"FIRE FIRE FIRE! FORWARD GENERATOR COMPARTMENT! Andrew and his team
attend." It was some weeks before they told Paul about his lousy timing.

Two hours later they finally got to Jerry's cabin in a much different
mood. Having got themselves so wound up in Jerry's video shack the next
step would have been rather obvious once they had arrived in his cabin,
but then Paul buggered things up and ruined the moment. They sat on the
bunk knowing full well that there would be no time for anything other
than talk as Jerry was on watch in half an hour and George would be in
the galley, but this time would not be exactly lost time, far from it.

"I hate Paul George, but I have a feeling I wont be telling him that." He
looked at George who looked back with a smile on his face. "Don't think I
will either, but I need to say something and I mean about us." Jerry sat
there and waited.
"Look, oh fuck how do I say this......? Ok just let me try. I have become
more than fond of you and NOT because we are the only singles on board
either and definitely not because I have never been in a relationship.
When we met in London those few times I can honestly say I have never
felt more comfortable and even though I would never have stopped
anything  happening, I was just happy with your company and, well, just
felt........Just felt very comfortably and I can assure you, very happy!
When we kissed in the shack and came up here its obvious we would have
had sex, but do you know something? Even though Paul got in the way, I'm
not pissed off, in fact I'm thinking it could possibly have been a good
thing. As far as I'm concerned I would love us to keep talking and get to
know one another better and IF we both want to take it further, then
that's what will happen. I'm going to shut up, we both have to go soon
anyway, sorry if I'm being too serious and saying stuff your not thinking
yourself about us. I would love to know though!" There was a long pause
while Jerry thought about what he wanted to say and how he would say it.
There was not much time as he had to shower and get ready for his watch
and he knew George had to go in any case.

"George?"
"Yes?"
"We have five minutes left before we both have to go and I would not mind
spending that time kissing you and when we are off duty perhaps you would
like to come back and sleep with me? George I have also become more than
fond of you too and DEFINITLY not because we are the only two singles on
the Jean. We were single in London and like you if you had come on to me,
I would not have stopped you either, but I resect you more for not
trying." They spent the five minutes kissing and then went their separate
ways to get ready to go on watch. Two extremely happy men going about
their work with massive smiles on their faces which was picked up by the
one member of the crew that nothing would pass unnoticed, Jan.

"Hello love, had a good watch? I have had a great time." Jan went to
Paulina and held her to her massive breasts.
"Ok, what's happened?"
"Just think Jerry and George will be sitting together in the saloon from
now on and one of them will be moving cabins soon."
"That's lovely Jan and I already know you will be right, you always are
and so every thing is good on the Jean as far as relationships are
concerned?"
"Oh yes love, everything is fine on the Jean and not just because of
relationships either my love. This fucking ship is the best and its all
down to Scott. That man is everything a captain should be, but I tell you
now there will be problems if we get into the news again and all because
of his age and some fuckwit thinking he is too young to be what he is.
When we were in the news about the rescue there were a lot of comments
about his age, but because of the reason we were in the news there were
no adverse comments about him, but let me tell you now if we get involved
with pirates and even hurt one of them, he will be taken to the cleaners,
but my dear he will handle anything that comes his way, trust me."

Scott was on the top of the bridge watching the latest practise attack
with Paul in command. Both the RIB and the boat were "attacking" and
failing to get within 200 yards of the Jean as Freddy threw the ship all
over the place to keep the "attackers" at their stern and the water
cannons going full blast. The massive water output was impossible to get
through in the type of boat pirates used.

"Come in both of you, we have finished now." They were a day and a
half from Cyprus and Scott wanted the crew to have "down time." They had
trained all the way from Southampton and he knew if they were not ready
now to face attack, they never would be.

"Finish with engines and get out of uniform." Scott gave his last orders
after the Jean was secured. The next time they sailed it would be towards
the spot where his mother had been killed and that would be when Scott
would ask for the ship to "stop engines."
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