Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2015 11:45:58 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Lady Jean Peterson/19

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David and Fahmi had two hours left before they had to get up and meet the
other two for breakfast and then go back to London but before that they
would talk about the main reason why they were meeting although without
saying anything, David and Fahmi  considered it was now the second reason
and both of them were in deep thought as they laid together with their
arms wrapped around one another. Neither of them were not that keen to go
through with this in the first place and had allowed themselves to be
dragged into it by the other two, they would come to realise how stupid
the pair of them were. Now of course there was even more reason not to
get involved and one of them had to say something or there could possibly
leave a lot of people dead.

"Fahmi? He did not answer just kissed David's forehead. He was not only
thinking about the possible hijackings but as much about his feelings
towards David which had left him rather confused about himself. He had
come on a sex date and ended up falling in love with the date! Ok, they
had met on line and that first meeting and all he thought about was the
planning of taking the O6 and the Jean, but NOW thinking about the
possibility that someone was going to get hurt or worse. The pulled David
closer to him and felt a bit better.

"I don't want to go through with this fucking thing, its going to end in
tears, starting now." David had made his mind up, there was no way he
would get any more involved than he was now.

"What do you mean, "starting now?" David got on an elbow and looked down
at him.

"I know this is stupid but I have fallen in love with you but if that's
stupid this fucking plan to take the two ships is worse. I don't want us
to finish before we started but I wont be seeing you again if your still
going through with this shit. Don't think I'm scared either of you or the
other two, I will go to the police and tell all." He got out of Fahmi's
arms and got out of bed." Fahmi jumped out after him and again wrapped
his arms around David.

"Lets sit down and talk about it please David, I was not that ever keen
either, just like you I allowed myself to get involved, but for me its
much more dangerous, I could get killed if try to get out of this." David
smiled and kissed him.

"Simple, lets just go along with it and then when its right you can get
the fuck out and go to my flat. I will tell Jerry what I'm doing and he
has to come with me to the police. There is bound to be another few
meetings between us all and I can give you the key and I will give you my
mobile number and I want yours so we can keep in touch and I don't just
mean to meet up again either. If your serious you will go along with what
I want, are you?"

"Yes David, you may have just saved my life." They kissed again but had
to get down to meet the other two.

"Well, well, you two look as though you had a good time. Its a pity you
were too busy to swap." Dayib looked hard at Fahmi who just smiled back
and did not say anything.

Jerry and David sat by themselves drinking a coffee.
"You two seemed to enjoy yourselves Dave." David did not want to admit
just how much he had.
"Yeah, it was ok. You?"
"He was ok, not as good as you though." Jerry in fact loved it, but was
back with David now and needed to get Dayib's fantastic cock out of his
mind! They went out for a few drinks and then back to the hotel and as
soon as David's head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep.

Dayib and Fahmi had taken a taxi to the station and both of them thinking
about Jerry and David only in much different ways, Fahmi knowing he was
in love with David and Dayib very sure that the plans to take the O6 and
the Jean would go ahead so long as it was planned out properly.

"You seemed to have enjoyed yourself Fahmi, never seen you look like that
before."
"It was ok, you?"
"Yeah, it is a means to an end and now we have got them where we want
them, we can start getting serious, they will be putty from now on."
Fahmi opened his lap top and looked at David's photos again. He got up
and went to the toilet and sent David a text, Dayib meanwhile thought
about the plans he had already made and would have to tell Fahmi soon. In
fact it was just about to be even sooner.

The train was slowing down as it approached Winchester and Fahmi was
bought out of his own thoughts when he looked at a guy coming towards
them. They looked at one another as he passed and Fahmi watched him sit
down a few seats from them. Fahmi spoke to Dayib in their own language.

"Did you see that guy pass us just now, the guy sitting about four seats
behind me?"
"Only the back of his head. What about him?"
"He was on the train when we came down, he was at the hotel and now on
this one. He is a cop I'm sure of it and we are being followed, I'm sure
of that as well."
"Don't be stupid, your just guessing, anyway why should we be followed?"
"You tell me Dayib. I know there is no reason for me to be followed, what
about you, what have you been up to?" Dayib knew very well what he had
been up to and suddenly realised he had to tell everything to Fahmi, not
that he really cared that much, Fahmi was about to learn exactly what
Dayib wanted, just a little sooner than he thought.
"What the fuck have you been up to and don't lie." Fahmi suddenly knew
this was going to go very wrong.

"I took a film of a guy and me having sex and I got two grand out of him,
I told him if he didn't pay I would send it to the papers and to his
business address in London."

"YOU FFFFUCKING FOOL! Right, its all off, we cant go ahead now, there are
on to us and we are in the shit, I have never thought this would work
anyway. No, I'm backing out." Fahmi sat there staring at Dayib.

"This is that David speaking as well isn't it and don't lie? Ok, I was
stupid but still got the £2000, I'm going back to Somalia soon, I will be
safe, I made sure of it."
"How?"
"I have told Uncle Ahmad and Ibrahim about taking those ships after we
made this date with those guys and we are going back to Somalia to start
arranging men and boats. They have been talking to family back home
and we are guaranteed to be safe, 20/30 million dollars convinced them
and Fahmi, you are into this right up to your neck and I'm not about to
allow you to fuck it up. Just listen and don't even think about backing
out." Fahmi stared at Daybi who stared back and realised he had been
sucked into something that, on the face of it, there was no way of
escape.

"You maybe right about us being followed by police and I cant take the
risk, so I will get out as soon as I get back to the flat, if they raid
us there is a lot on my computer to fuck me and you up. I have to destroy
it and get a flight out. Now you may think all you have to do is spout
off to the police and get me put in jail, well forget it, if I end up in
the shit, you WILL be killed and so will your mother, father, three
brothers and your two sisters. We don't fuck our own people up Fahmi, you
have forgotten who you really are and become too British. You will get on
board that O6 and you will take her when you off our coast, you will be
given instructions as you go. They don't carry weapons and the one you
will be given and the hand grenades is all you need. You will take the
captain and the two queers out on the deck and tell that other ship to
surrender or the captain and those other two will be shot if the other
ship does not surrender. I will be in a boat behind you and when you call
me to say the ships are ours, I and four other boats will get to you and
take them to Somalia. Just make your choice who dies, you and your
family, or those people and Fahmi believe me, I have NEVER been more
serious and we will have 10 RPG's on the boats and plenty of grenades, if
you don't take the ships, we will fire and kill as many as we can
including you. If we don't get those ships we will sink them. But Fahmi,
nobody needs to die if you are sensible, if anyone does its because of
you." Fahmi just sat there with his mind in turmoil and no idea how he
could get out of this, but there was more to come.

"Those two fools have given us all the information I needed, well, the
one I fucked did. They will be taken hostage as well and they plus the
two captains will be killed if they don't come up with the money. You
have a lot to think about Fahmi, I already have people at home just
waiting to be told to kill your family." Now that he knew exactly what
could happen Fahmi realised that David was the only person who could help
him. The one thing that Dayib did not know was he and David were in love
and that was the only thing that COULD help.

Jerry and David were just about to go about their work, they were due to
sail the next day.
"Why didn't you shower with me? Is this about you and Fahmi, you like him
a lot don't you?" It was a question that Jerry already knew
what the answer would be, but a difficult one for David and he knew it
would not go down well.
"Yes I do and Jerry, I'm going to get my own cabin, sorry."
"Are you telling me we are finished? For fucks sake just one fuck with
Fahmi and I'm DUMPED!?" David looked at Jerry and for the first time in
his life, did not like himself.
"Yes." He went out and found Bob Taylor who agreed he could take a spare
cabin.
"Is this going to be a problem on our next trip David?"
"Not from me it wont Skipper." He went to his station to supervise
loading and while he waited for crew to get to him he sent a message to
Fahmi.

Fahmi half smiled at the text but was also thinking about the fact both
he and David were in serious trouble as well as quite a few others. Fahmi
was a bright and intelligent man and had survived many life threatening
situations when he had not allow himself to become involved in piracy,
drug or weapon smuggling at home and only escaping to England saved him
and his friend Dayib who now turned out to be his worst ememy. He had to
find a way out of this and would have to stay calm but also knowing it
would end in tears for someone, but at this time had no idea who would be
crying. He prayed it would not be his family................or David and
him.

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William sat at the head of the dinning table sitting in Jean's chair and
looked down the length of it at Scott who sat in his and smiled at him
just enjoying the bubble of conversation as the whole crew chatted away.
He was more than satisfied that the Lady Jean Peterson was now much safer
in that she was now armed and with an even greater feeling knowing she
would be even better armed after Paul had told them his news. He was not
only requalified to use the GPMG but he was also going to be issued
with the British snipers rifle, the L115A3 having passed many firing
tests while training with his old SAS unit on the ranges in Wiltshire.
His former CO had been asked about Paul's level of competence and because
it was as good as when he served it was decided to issue a rifle to him.
Someone, somewhere was most definitely on the side of the Lady Jean
Peterson and her role in troubled waters, but just who it was none of the
crew knew at that time. But, none of them knew just how much threat she
was sailing into in the months ahead and no matter how many weapons she
had, they would be useless if plans that were underway came about.
Meanwhile they were having three days at William's and Scott's home
having a great time. The time had come for Scott to update them about the
Jean.

"Now we know about Paul's news there are a few other things to tell you.
We now have the new grenade launcher, twelve tubes that can fire
flash/stun grenades at 300, 200 and 100 yards to our stern and we will
practise fire on our way back to the Arabian Sea. We have the helicopter
grenades and that will be a priority for you Neil and Andrew to fix them
to the helicopters and a release system, you boys will have to be with
them as well. We also have two additional fuel tanks to be installed to
both helicopters, they will give another half hour to flying time.
Everything must be up and ready by the time we sail out of the Red Sea.
Because we are now armed and need to have a record of all our activities,
there are now six more cameras to record every thing we do, our legal
department have insisted we have them in case anyone has an issue with
whatever we get involved in. We must always be aware that defending
ourselves and the ship we are escorting against pirate attack have their
rights and we must be seen to be squeaky clean in how we go about
stopping those bastards and not violate their rights to kill anyone who
tries to stop them. The cannon station now has one spilt screen instead
of three which will show all three cannons firing direction and the new
helicopters view of the whole area that pirates will be attacking us. It
will fly 100 to 150 feet over the Jean and will give a greater visual
cover for half an hour if the weather conditions are good, but we have
two more batteries and able to fly for a lot longer. The helicopter
screens have also been changed and will also give you boys the same view
from the new helicopter. I have been told by Andrew that the new
helicopter pilot should be a member of crew who sleeps with me and
therefore please, whoever you are, let me know." They all raised their
arms, but only Andrew raised both of his.
"Apparently Its you then Andrew." They all booed Scott and William was
shocked when he realised he had as well.

Scott ordered the last of the ropes in and Freddy took the Jean away from
the dock and steered her into the Southampton Water. It would take them a
month to get into the Arabian Sea which would give them plenty of time
for Marcel and Jon to train Andrew to fly the new helicopter, for the two
helicopters to be fitted out with the new stun grenades and a method of
releasing them, fit the new fuel tanks and hours of practise by dumping
the dummy grenades on Jan who drove the RIB much to her disgust as the
boys were too good and many times she received a direct hit instead of
having to retrieve the practise grenade out of the water, Paul to
practise fire his weapons and train Scott, Andrew, Jerry and Jan
in firing the 9mm Glock hand guns they had been issued with. Life was
busy and everyone happy knowing they were now  even more able ship to
defend against attack.

By the time they were approaching Gibraltar Paul had practised firing his
weapons and both of them set up (zeroed) to his eye and they were locked
away and would stay like that until they reached Yeman and sailed into
the Gulf of Aden in eight days time. He had instructed Scott, Andrew,
Jerry and Jan firing the Glocks and they too were locked away. After that
and clear of all shipping Scott had them fire one stun/flash grenade out
of three tubes at the three distances and looked on in amazement at the
massive "bang" and even in daylight the flash effected their eye sight.
He fired off another three at night time and by the time their eyes had
readjusted they knew this was a fantastic addition to their armoury.
(They also realised it would be best to turn away at the time a grenade
was fired, it would blind them as well as pirates which would be a bit
naff.)

Now in the Mediterranean it was "down time" with a much more relaxed
routine with just two on watch and the rest enjoying a bit of relaxation,
apart from Paul demanding his fight club times continue and Jerry
demanding his gym times were kept up, nobody was let off and all
crew loving to hate them, but it was keeping them all fit and even Reggie
and Jan benefited no end, still it was nice to moan.

Marcel and Jon loved both activities but gave both Paul and Jerry a
problem. During fight training times one of them would throw the other on
the mat and Paul always had to pick both of them up to start again as
they would end up cuddling in and the beginnings of two excited cocks
began to appear. "Right, that's the last time you two fight together,
JAN!"

During gym times both of them would get hard again as they watched the
boyfriend work out with just shorts and trainers on.
"Right." Jerry said, "That's the last time you two train together, gym
work and hardon's don't mix, JAN!" Jerry let George off though and both
of the randy sods had a great time working out together that did
not include gym equipment, just the massage table. Marcel and Jon would
have a fit if they knew what went on in the gym with these two, but they
would be engaged themselves and would not give it a thought.

They laid naked on their bunk and kissed and smiled at one another as by
now they each had a large volume of the other inside him.
"I'm leaking Jon."
"Me too, great isn't it."
"Your turn to change the sheet." On that romantic note they turned into a
69 and stayed like that until there was a second cumming but this time
there was no leaking as each swallowed hard and now both of them had
volumes at both ends.

Scott would not normally take a watch, but he wanted to be with Andrew
while he was on which gave them time together and knowing that in two
hours from now they would be in their cabin for the next four. Andrew sat
in Scott's chair and Scott doing all the work which wasn't that
exhausting really, just keeping an eye on the radar screen, the weather
screen, the heading as well as the engine room monitors and gauges.
"Andrew?"
"Yes Captain?"
"I'm getting a hardon thinking about what we will be doing in a couple of
hours."
"Why do you think I'm sitting here, I cant stand up, if I did my cock
would shove the throttles wide open!"
"Your ass will be very soon my man."
"And yours, its my turn to go first don't forget." The Captain and his
second engineer had sorted out their priorities and the ship sailed on in
blissful ignorance to the two looking after her while they planned the
next fuck.

Several thousand miles away two more were planning as well, David and
Fahmi who were once again chatting on a video link. They had spoken every
day since David had gone to sea and the more they spoke, the closer they
had become even though Fahmi knew there would be problems ahead, he
already had them anyway and had no idea how to deal with it all. All he
knew was his family were under threat and so would David, Jerry and
himself as well as both crews on the O6 and the Jean be as well if he did
not go along with all this. The answer was obvious, but try telling it to
someone who was confused, frightened and unable to think straight.

"So when are you back again?"
"Two weeks, just leaving Norway and after calling into Aberdeen we sail
straight to Southampton. After I have finished the off loading, I'm free
for two weeks as you know. Are we still on to meet at the hotel Fahmi?"
"Course we are, I will arrive on the same day as you, I cant wait." Fahmi
could see David thinking and waited.
"Is it just for sex?"
"Honestly its not, but we both loved what we did, no there is more to
this, just give me time please David."
"Course I will." There was another pause and Fahmi waited again.
"Are you still doing.....ah....,"stuff?"
"You mean am I still on line chatting to guys? No I'm not, that's all
finished you have my word."
"I have no choice do I? Mind you, you only have my word that I have
finished with Jerry and now have my own cabin. Its true and hope you
believe me, I need time as well, it will sort out one way or another."

Marcel and Jon were on watch, two nearly 20 year olds in charge of the
ship and her entire crew relying on them, not that they had or should
have a problem, these two were as competent as any of them and besides
Scott was only a call away. They carried out their watch much differently
to the others in that they were stuck together the whole time with one or
the others arm around a waist or shoulder and quick pecks as they went
from one screen to another and then to the engine room monitors. They
would chat the whole time.
"Jon?"
"Yup?"
"What would you say if I was thinking of get rid of the dread locks?"
"I would kill you?"
"Oh, ok." They chatted their way through the rest of the watch and busied
themselves cleaning up before Jan and Paulina came on, still talking.
"Were you serious about your dreadlocks Marcel?"
"Not if your going to kill I'm not."
"What if I said I wouldn't kill you? Its something you have
obviously been thinking about. Do you really want to get rid of them?"
Jan and Paulina came up and hugged the boys. They gave them the hand over
details, speed, course, weather and traffic.
"Marcel's thinking of shaving his head and get rid of his dreads, but he
is afraid I will kill him if he does, but I don't THINK I would."
"If you do I can help you Marcel, I used to do a lot of hair dressing
when I was normal and I know several ways of taking them out without
having to shave your head sweetheart." Paula said. "But it will take a
long time and you would have to be patient, it takes weeks."
"No Paulina, I want to change completely and if you can help I want the
dreads cut to about two inches, that way the dreads will be much easier
to unravel and in time when new hair grows I will have it cut to about
a 5 grade all over. What do you think Jon?"
"Its your hair love and whatever you end up with I promise I wont love
you less." They cuddled in and the girls loved to see it.
"Off you go and have a lovely time." The girls watched them go off hand
in hand.
"Do you know my love, if there was as much love in this fucked up world
as there is on this ship there would be a lot more peace on this planet."
"Your right Jan, too busy fucking so no time to fight!" They had a good
laugh and got serious.

Marcel and Jon had their shower and were now sitting in the middle of the
bunk. Marcel had his legs wide open and Jon sitting between them with
their arms around each beautiful slim and perfect bodies. Jon stopped
kissing his man and smiled at him.
"What is the real reason you want to get rid of your dreads?" Marcel
smiled back and gave Jon a peck.
"You."
"ME! WHY?"
"Your doing it now and I don't think you even realise it. Every time we
are like this you put my dreads to the back of my head and hold on to
them until you have to let go when we fuck or we do other stuff."
"Oh shit, are you pissed off when I do?"
"Don't be daft, course not, but I love it when you have both hands on my
face, it makes me feel even better, I do really love that Jon and besides
I'm ready for a change."
"I love seeing all of your face and I love your dreads, lets wait a bit
we both might regret it."
"I don't think so and besides I could always grow them back. Paulina said
she would do it for me and I will have my uniform cap on while it grows.
You don't mind do you?"
"Course not but stand by for a lot of piss taking, you will look so
different and I will admit it will take a bit of getting used to, I may
get Paulina to cut mine short as well, that way we will be the same-ish.
BUT, there is one thing you could do and never done before."
"What?"
"Tie them back when we are like this?"
"Oh yeah! Cleaver you!" Some answers are so bloody obvious, just like
Fahmi's was if only he stopped to think through his slightly more serious
problem.
Without another word Jon adjusted himself and sat on Marcel and all
thoughts of hair styles would be forgotten for the time being as he
lowered himself onto the whole length of his man and at the same
time bundled Marcel's dreadlocks behind his head and kissed him.

The passage through the Suez Canal went well, its always a slower sailing
going south as they, like all traffic, would have to moor up at the Balla
by-pass and wait for north bound traffic to pass before moving on to
Great Bitter Lake where they would have to anchor and stay there until a
convoy had formed. Once a convoy had assembled they were given the go
ahead to move on to complete their canal trip and then into the Red Sea
which would take them into the Arabian Sea and the dangers that came with
it. Piracy was getting worse and during the time they had sailed back to
England and now back in the area, five more ships had been taken. Paul
reworked the watch rota and now four would be on the bridge until they
sailed out of danger, much would happen before that.

Scott set a course that would take them once again to the spot were the
attack on the old O6 took place, they were just two days away.

"Skip to the bridge please." He got there in under a minute after he cut
the video call to William, a call that was in everyway very serious and
went straight to the Hawk radar.
"Two boats at five miles to our stern 40 knots."
"Thanks Reggie." He went to the other radar screen and looked at the 10
ships showing on it. If they were pirates, they had a choice. He sounded
the alarm.
"Hard to starboard and full speed, go 180 and lets find out who they
are." The Jean leaned over as the ship was swung round and all the time
increasing speed. Scott sounded the alarm.

The routine was different now and, as practised many times, Paul would
come to the bridge, collect his weapons and with Colin take them both on
top of the bridge. Now they were in international waters the weapons had
been taken out of storage with a box of 200 rounds of ammunition, which
had already been secured on the bridge for the machine gun and two
magazines for the rifle. He loaded the GPMG with a belt of 50 rounds and
clipped a magazine into the rifle, he settled into his firing position at
the front of the bridge and waited. Colin came back down and went to meet
up with George in the galley to make sure it was safe and secure.
"Fucking pirates Colin, ruined dinner!"

Marcel, with his hair still tied up behind his head and Jon arrived at
their stations.
"We are up Skip."
"Ok Marcel, nice hairdo by the way. Don't think we need you Andrew just
yet." The bridge settled down. The Jean and the boats were now closing at
65 knots.

"You lads buzz them with just screamers at two miles then go back behind
them at 300 yards and follow them in. Hawk?"
"Three miles, 40 knots, just those two."
The helicopters were already at two miles ahead of the Jean and now flew
at the same speed as she was, 25 knots.
"Two miles."
"Ok boys, all yours." They had flown out wide and low and each selected a
boat and went at them at maximum speed just 30 feet above the water. As
they passed Marcel, Jon and Scott could see four men in each boat, all
armed. On the bridge they could not hear the screamers, but got a two
second flash as the men suddenly looked up as the helicopters flew over
them. The boats turned round and went the same way as they had came from.
Scott went to the radar and looked for the nearest ship to them.
"Turn back on course and get 400 yards to the stern of that ship Freddy.
Marcel come in, you stay over us Jon." Marcel would land and top up with
fuel.

"They have gone off Hawk."
"Ok, thanks everyone, stand down."
Jon landed and he too topped up with Marcel helping.
"Marcel?"
"Yes Mr Gay Iceland?"
"Please don't cut them."
"And you wont cut yours then?"
"I will pony mine up as well." They kissed and the saga of the dreadlocks
had been resolved!

They approached the spot at slow speed and as soon as they were on it
Scott asked for the automatic positioning to be engaged.

Once again Scott left the bridge and went straight out to the stern and
leaned on the rail. He spoke to his mother. "Mum, I think Andrew was
hoping I would bring him with me and ask him to marry me but I have other
plans for when I do and you will be the first to know." He smiled at the
surface and blew a kiss, then returned to the bridge.

Back in Southampton an English guy and a Somalian were in bed.
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