Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2015 20:09:46 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Lady Jean Peterson/25

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"So Jon, dad's doing well? Still making good progress?" Scott and
Andrew were on video call to Marcel and Jon and they could not help smile
at the pair of them as they sat close together with their arms around
each shoulder. Every now and again one of them would kiss the others
cheek and smile at Scott and Andrew as they did the same.
 "Yes thanks Skip, they caught it early and dad and everyone is very
positive, he is even thinking of going back to work soon."
 "So you guys are happy on the trawler?" Andrew asked.
 "Its good to be at sea Andrew but never the same as being with you guys,
we still miss you loads but also pleased Robin and Simon are doing well.
We have been looking at the news and following you on your site Skip, we
just wish.......Oh never mind, we are just pleased you are safe." Jon
said.
 "Ok, we had better go now, but you need to know we have an extra escort
and so the wedding has been put back, we will send you the new date when
my dad arranges it or to be more accurate his PA will, anyway Andrew
wants to ask you something before we go."
They had tossed one another off and the last to cum would be asking the
boys if they wanted to come back. Scott already knew he would loose,
randy sod. Daft question of course but it had to be asked.
"Robin and Simon are like us four, in love and they are leaving to start
their own lives when we get to South Africa and we will have to replace
them........" The smiles coming back at them was bloody lovely to see,
"and Scott was wondering if you know of anyone who would be good enough
as you two know what's expected. Scott is looking for two guys already
qualified and preferably a black and white one, but here is the biggest
expectation, the white guy must be able to speak Icelandic." Scott looked
at Andrew and just shook his head.
"Why couldn't you just ask them to come back without all that shit?"
"Misery, just look at them, that at least tells you what the answer is."
The boys were cuddled up and holding on tight.
"That a yes then?" Scott asked.
"Yes Skip, oh fuck....YES! Skip, Marcel can speak Icelandic as well now
and is learning to read and write it as well." Just to prove it they had
a short conversation in Icelandic grinning at Scott and Andrew the whole
time.
"Very impressive, now go and hand your notice in, in Icelandic, you will
be flying to South Africa in two weeks. We cant wait to see you again."
After sending kisses, two over excited 20 year olds went off line to make
love to one another while two very happy 24 year olds had a fight as to
who would "Top Gun," Scott won but mainly because Andrew didn't put up a
fight at all as he had "Top Gunned" the last two times and he was gagging
for Scott's cock and when it arrived and Scott sunk deep into him, they
were both in their own heaven.
The captain and his boyfriend laid together afterwards and stroked each
others face and gently kissed the man he loved so much. Scott smiled at
Andrew and Andrew, who knew Scott better than Scott knew himself, waited
for something really silly to be said.
 "Your going to say something really stupid, I know it."
 "ANDREW! All I'm going to be is romantic. I have had a classical
upbringing and you are about to learn something about me you have never
experienced before, you just don't know me."
 "Wanna bet, go on then, be classical but I already know its going to be
shit."

Scott decided to ignore that even though he knew Andrew was right. He sat
up taking Andrew with him so that they were sitting with their arms
and legs were around one another, Scott held him close and kissed him. He
then pulled back and looked into Andrew's eyes in romantic style. Scott
cleared his throat and put his arms out in a classical pose, after
kissing Andrew one more time.

"Twas on the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast was the captain's penis!"

Scott lent into Andrew's chest and laughed his socks off but stopped when
he realised Andrew was not in fact joining in. He looked at him and
thought because he was American maybe it was a little beyond his
understanding of what really great humour was all about. Right, try
another one. He cleared his throat again and spread his arms in a second
classical pose.

"The cabin boys name was Kipper
A crafty little nipper
He lined his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper."

Scott waited thinking that surely now Andrew would be in fits but no, not
a thing, instead Andrew dropped a hand and held Scott's
nuts...........and then squeezed the life out of them leaving Scott in
great pain and usless, he scrambled off the bunk and once again ran for
the shower and locked himself in. NOW he laughed his head off!

Much later they walked hand in hand towards the bow after they had called
a truce and had showered together. They got into clean uniform as Andrew
was on watch in 15 minutes, it was such a lovely evening with a flat sea,
warm and a full moon shining directly over them.

They stood at the bow with their arms around one another as the Jean
cut through the calm sea. The whole atmosphere lent itself towards
romance for these two lovers who still had a load stuck up one another's
bum holes! They cuddled in together.

"I love you so much Andrew even though your a serial nut crusher."
"I love you so much too big bollocks, which according to my research is
uncommon in Brit's."
"How much research have you done then?"
"Just you......... and watching a load of Brit boys porn."
"Will you shut up and kiss me?" Scott did not wait for a cleaver answer
and kissed Andrew instead.

Jan, Paulina, Robin and Simon looked on from the bridge as Scott and
Andrew clung on together kissing and loved the sight of these two lovers.
"They are so bloody lovely don't you think Paulina?"
"Yes love, so are we and everyone else on the Jean." Robin and Simon
kissed and went back to watching the two at the bow and the radar
screens. Scott looked at the love of his life.

"Andrew, I want to say something and I promise this time I wont be
stupid." Andrew kissed him and knew he was serious and cuddled into him
tight with the cheeks of their faces together.

"This is a poem I read years ago and its one that I think is perfect for
me to say to you. Its very short and the first part is from me to you and
the second part is from mum to both of us." Scott kissed Andrew's cheek.
He moved his head back and looked Andrew in the face.....and kissed him
again and spoke very quietly and slowly.

"The  life  that  I  have
Is  all  that  I  have  and  the  life  that  I  have  is  yours
The  love  that  I  have
Of  the  life  that  I  have
Is  yours  and  yours  and  yours."

Scott kissed Andrew's cheek again and needed to take a pause and a deep
breath and at the same time looking deep into Andrew's eyes.

"A  sleep  I  shall  have
A  rest  I  shall  have
Yet  death  will  be  but  a  pause
For  the  peace  of  my  years
In  the  long  green  grass
Will be yours.... and yours.... and yours."

They held on even tighter as the crew on the bridge looked down at them
and watched as both men kissed one another and they knew with a
tremendous amount of love. After some time like that they lent on the bow
and looked out to sea.

"That was beautiful Scott and thank you, I just wished there was more
love in the world like we have, it would certainly be a more peaceful
planet. My watch coming up will be an even happier one now."

Scott made it even more enjoyable for Andrew as he went to the Bridge
with him and sat in his chair for the whole four hours instead of going
to their cabin, he needed to be near Andrew.

After his watch Andrew would go to sleep for four hours and then get up
to work in the engine room or anywhere else he needed to be to carry out
maintenance work. This time Scott went with him and, once again, held him
tight and would get up at the same time and go about his own work.

One of his jobs was to email the captain of the "Top of the Waves" to
arrange a meeting with him to go through his escort routine and what to
do if they came under attack. The captain got back declining the need to
meet.
 "I have been sailing these and other waters long before you were born
and I do not need to be told how to sail my ship by "Daddy's" boy." And
signed it Senior Captain Cornelius Wise OBE. Scott swore and sent one
back.

"I will come to your ship four hours after you dock and I hope you have
the courtesy to see me captain. I also know how to sail my ship and
escort others despite my age, perhaps you would like to visit us as well
and have a tour of my ship and dine with us." Senior Captain Cornelius
Wise OBE did not bother to reply.

"Finish with engines." The Jean fell silent and once again they
experienced the silence and a perfectly still ship, not a movement. The
two day break gave some of them a few hours off as well as going out to
buy fresh fruit and anything else George and Colin needed. A refuelling
tanker was booked for the second day for a top up and aviation fuel was
also delivered. Neil connected the fresh water hose to the inlet and by
the time the "Top of the Waves" had moored up they were ready to go.
Scott looked up her phone number and called to speak to the captain but
it seemed he was not available, he tried two more times and got the same
answer. He was getting angry, they were due to sail on the high tide the
next day and he needed to see this man.
"Fucking arrogant shit, what does he think I am a fucking cadet! I'm
going over later this evening, Paul you come with me, I may need a
witness."
Once again Scott phoned and it was no surprise to be told that the
captain was not available.
"Tell your captain I hope I'm available if he ever sends a mayday." He
slammed the phone down. "Lets go Paul."

They got to the ship which was still being loaded and after showing their
identification they were asked to wait on deck by a junior officer who
went off to find his captain. They were made to wait for three quarters
of an hour until they saw him walking towards them, a very tall fit
looking guy and very smart. He did not have his hat on and showed his
handsome head of silver hair. The exchanged would only take a couple
of minutes and did not include any introductions or handshakes.

"I thought I made it quite clear in my email to you that I do NOT want
you on my ship NOR do I need anyone to tell me how to sail her. My
company may have money to throw at you but I find it an insult that they
feel that all of a sudden I'm not capable of sailing through hostile
waters. I have sailed all over the world and these waters many times and
no bloody pirate will get anywhere near me. God knows who you think you
are with your little boat and........." Scott did not hear the rest of it
and turned to go. "Come on Paul, i've heard enough." They walked back and
as they went Scott was fuming and made worse when he got an email the
next day as they followed the "Top of the Waves' out to sea.

"I would have thought Captain Peterson you would have left first after
all you are supposed to be escorting my ship so surly you should have
sailed first to cover me as I left harbour? During the time you sail with
me I expect you to keep a distance of no less then 500 yards from my ship
at all times. I will be sailing at 18 knots and assume you can keep up.
You will leave this fiasco as soon as we approach South African waters.
Signed, Senior Captain C Wise." Scott looked at the email and afterwards
thought about his response. He called Paul, Andrew and Jan to his office
and showed them the email and asked them for their opinions, none of
which was that complementary towards the ships captain.
"Ignorant prick, lets ram the twat." Jan was livid!
"Think that's against the rules Jan. Maybe we should board her at night
and knock on his cabin door with a cake and a bottle of wine?"
"I would love to do that Paul, but that's illegal as well, boarding a
ship uninvited will get us in big trouble and give the legal people a
massive pay day. No, I want us to sail at 400 yards and escort her in the
same way as we always do. Any contact from her is to be ignored unless
its an emergency, but I want to practise attack her a few times and want
them videoed. We only go to midships to a point where a ladder could
be hooked on and stay there for two minutes then break off and come back.
Lets find out how many times we are spotted. We will send Wise and his
company a copy of the video's for their information, not that it will
make any difference to Wise of course, but it might give the
company something to think about. I also want you Andrew to fly over her
and record their anti pirate provision and I will write to the company
with recommendations, I can be arrogant as well."

The whole trip was quiet, not a peep from any pirate even though Scott
hoped they would show up. They went out four times at night and as there
was no response from the captain Scott assumed they had not been spotted.
He wrote to both Wise and his company informing them that they should
update their defences and forwarded the videos. Captain Wise did not
reply of course but the company did thanking Scott for the escort and his
thoughts about anti pirate defence. Scott read the email and then forgot
all about it.

The training and exercising continued including firing practise with Paul
shooting at sea targets which were heavy duty balloons with his usual
100% hit rate with the GPMG and also firing at a target towed behind them
at between 100 and 200 yards using his rifle. Firing from the ship when
it was fairly steady was not that beneficial and to make it more real
Scott would throw the Jean all over the place just to give Paul a better
exercise and included a 180 degree turn when Paul would have to move to
the front of the bridge and fire forward, it was all good stuff and
everyone impressed with Paul's shooting.
Once he had finished with the GPMG and rifle he took Scott, Andrew, Jerry
and Jan on the aft deck for hand gun practise shooting at targets hung
from the gantry at 25 yards. Once that was over he told Scott there would
be a fire practise in an hour and Andrew's team would be involved, he
grinned at his skipper and laughed all the way down below to find a
suitable emergency site and chose the boat deck!

They escorted the "Top of the Waves" into Port Elizabeth and once again
"finished with engines." The "Top of the Waves" and her captain could be
forgotten as well now as it was leaving party time.

It was great fun even though Robin and Simon would be missed, they had
become very popular but they were off to find their own lives and they
all wished them well. Simon finished the evening off by giving an hours
performance. He had gone off to their cabin to get his guitar and came
back dressed in the same top and shorts as he wore when he first arrived
on the Jean which caused a lot of laughter and Robin pretending to be
embarrassed.
"I told you to get rid of those."
"I'm leaving them behind my sweet man, Andrew will look great in them."
"Oh thanks a lot Simon, cant wait."

They were all out on deck the next morning and it took sometime for the
goodbyes and together with Scott and Andrew waved as the taxi drove off.
They then went back to get ready for another party when Marcel and Jon
got back.

Scott, Andrew, Robin and Simon were drinking a coffee near
departures chatting before they had to go.
"If anyone told me that the first time I met Simon and told me I would
fall in love with him I would have laughed in their face, but look what
happened and all thanks to the Jean. Your mothers ship has made so many
people happy Scott and thanks from both of us." Robin risked a hand on
Simon's knee.
"Yes, thanks from me too Scott and all the crew, it's been fantastic.
This isn't goodbye of course and we will see you at the wedding. Come on
Robin, we also have some planning to do."
"That a proposal then?"
"Sort of I guess, still we ARE getting married proposal or not."
"In that case I except." They all hugged in and Scott and Andrew waved to
them until they disappeared through the gates.

"We have a two hour wait Andrew assuming they actually stopped fucking in
time to get the plane."
"You got a text from Marcel didn't you?"
"Yes but that was an hour before they were due to leave the hotel and we
both know what can happen in an hour don't we?" Andrew smiled remembering
what had happened an hour before THEY were due to leave for the airport.
"They will be here have no doubt, I bet you a fuck they will be here on
time."
"Nice bet to loose then, bet they wont in that case."

An hour after their plane landed they spotted them come into sight and
just stood there looking at these two beautiful boys running towards them
with massive smiles on their lovely faces. They virtually threw
themselves at Scott and Andrew and hung on tight, ending up with all four
cuddled in together. Lots of things were said but goodness knows what as
they were all talking at the same time. Finally Scott led the way out and
found their taxi and crammed together in the back with Marcel and Jon
sitting between Scott and Andrew. Scott had his arm around Marcel and
Andrew with his around Jon, they were back together and so very happy.

Scott and Andrew were left to carry the boys bags up the gang because as
soon as the taxi stopped they piled out and Marcel and Jon ran up the
gang and threw themselves at the crew. There had been many happy times on
the Jean and this was one of the best, they may now both be 20 but to all
of them they would always be the "boys" and that would never change any
more than they wanted it too.

They did not know what to do first and ran around the ship like headless
chickens welcoming themselves home. They spent sometime with Andrew in
the hanger of course and checked their helicopters but the biggest wish
of all was to get back to their cabin and only then would they be really
back. They closed the door of their old cabin that had only just been
vacated by Robin and Simon. They found a note from them.

"Welcome home both of you, this cabin also made Simon and me VERY happy.
Stay happy and safe. We will meet you at Scott's and
Andrew's wedding. Robin and Simon."

They stripped off and went to the shower and after it they made love to
one another on the bunk. Both remained very slim and although they had
put on another half inch and slightly more body development, they were
almost the same physically as when they had left. But their love had
changed somewhat and, if it were at all possible, were more in love now
than when they went back to Iceland. During the time they were in Dalvik
they come across two guys who tried to tempt them into "extras" when they
met at a night club in Akureyri. They were lovely guys and indeed very
good looking but temptation was not even considered. When they got back
home they laid in bed cuddled up talking about the two guys.
"Jon, I know we didn't want to go with them, but what if it had been
Scott and Andrew?" Jon thought for sometime.
"I would have kicked you out of bed so I could have both of them to
myself!" Marcel tried very hard to be angry but of course he failed
miserably and made love to Jon instead.

They had a great time and everyone of them feeling wonderful that the
"family" was back together. It was not a late night as they would be
sailing at 8am the next day and when Scott left to do a deck check with
Paul the rest began to tidy up and afterwards went to their
cabins.............

Neil and Colin showered together and after drying one another,
they climbed into their bunk and made love. Neil exploded into Colin and
at the same time finished Colin off as he stroked him and once again the
ever ready towel received his considerable donation. Colin turned round
and the pair of them cuddled in and after telling each of the others
love, fell asleep.

Jerry and George also showered together and while doing so made love like
the many times before. They climbed into their bunk and George laid on
his back while Jerry massaged his body. That bought about a second
cumming for both of them and they too cuddled in and fell asleep.

Paul got back into his cabin and found Tommy already in the bunk, he went
for his shower and came back out with a massive hardon. Tommy was on his
back and smiled as Paul raised his legs and entered him. They came
together and cuddled in and kissed. Tommy turned round and Paul held him
tight and they also fell asleep.

Marcel and Jon also showered together and made love again, just. They
were both knackered after the long flight and the excitement of being
back and just cuddled in and slept tight together, all night.

Scott was "Top Gun" and made Andrew very happy as he exploded into him
but Andrew had to flip him quickly so he would not loose out on his
own "Top Gun" action. Both young men cuddled in tight and kissed for a
very long time until they fell asleep, still wrapped tightly together.

Reggie and Freddy sat watching tv after their separate showers and then
went to the bunk after the programme was over. They discussed
the documentary they had been watching and agreed that world peace would
never be achieved without war! Reggie turned Freddy and very slowly
entered him and stroked until he off loaded into him. Freddy turned back
and wanked himself all over the love of his life.

Janet and Paulina apparently did some "stuff" as well and after it, they
too cuddled in and fell asleep.

The M/V Lady Jean Peterson was also asleep as she rested at her mooring
while her crew slept. Her ship would have seen everyone of her crew make
love and then fall asleep, each and everyone of them so much in love. It
had been a sad time when Robin and Simon left but having the two "boys"
back was the reason why the entire crew had become randy and Lady J would
be very happy.

At 6am all clock alarms went off and the ship was back to normal with
everyone at their stations preparing to leave South Africa and sail at 20
knots all the way back to Southampton, it would take two weeks and the
wedding was in two weeks and four days. Everything had been arranged by
William's PA and nothing could go wrong, nothing!

Now that they were outside of pirate waters there was only a need for two
on watch instead of four and that meant everyone had more time off.
During the passage back to the UK, Andrew and the boys flew and trained
together while some of the crew had to go out in the RIB and get attacked
by them, time and time again with dyed water instead of the real thing.
As a result of the practises Scott told Andrew and Neil he wanted
Andrew's helicopter to be loaded with tear gas containers so he would
also be able to attack a possible threat.

Scott and Andrew were tucked up in their bunk and kissing one another and
talking about their wedding, not that they had anything to do with it, it
had been left to William and he had left it to his PA of course. She had
done a great job, but even she could not cover everything! She had
rebooked the Bushman's flights, rearranged catering and accommodation
which actually meant a small canvas/tent village in the grounds of
William's huge garden. She was determined everyone would be together
throughout the three days. BUT, there was one thing she was not
responsible for and that was down to Scott and Andrew. She had carried
out William's instructions to the letter and had smiled when she took
delivery of Scott's and Andrew's new uniforms and had put them in a
cupboard that she knew Scott didn't even know was there. The rest of the
crew would also get theirs as well in recognition to their role to his
late wives ship and what they had done to protect his and Scott's fleet.

Scott and Andrew had a lot more time together as did the rest of the crew
as they sailed towards home and at this time were stuck together after
each had cum over one another. Scott was on top of Andrew and they were
kissing their love when suddenly Andrew froze!
"Oh fucking hell!" He stayed frozen but made matters worse by squeezing
Scott's bollocks, again, in his panic. Scott screamed out in pain.
"You bastard! That fucking hurt!"
"RINGS Scott! We haven't chosen them!"

"Oh shit your right!"
"What the fuck are you taking about, I'm always right!" The second
engineer and his captain got out of the bunk with Scott holding his
bollocks hoping they were still functioning. At least his cock remained
hard and Scott refused to look at any website until Andrew agreed to sit
on it before he would turn the computer on. Andrew had no problem with
that and once Scott's cock was fully into him, they began the search. An
hour later they were back in their bunk with Andrew kissing and
licking Scott's nuts hoping to make amends. He did and got a load all
over his face as Scott erupted which shot up two feet and landed all over
the pair of them.
"Seems your bits are still working ok."
"No thanks to you, that's called domestic violence and I could throw you
in the cell if we had one."
"Bet you wouldn't."
"Maybe not."

The weather was kind and they were now sailing down the Southampton Water
in good time towards the docks and their regular mooring. They could see
the welcoming party of William and Andrew's family waiting for the Jean.
Scott took them along side and after all the ropes were secured called
for "finish with engines." Once again the Jean fell silent.

Colin was at the winch and put it over the side to hoist William on board
as the Bushmen family came up the gang to be reunited with their son and
a very nice surprise, Robin and Simon where there as well. Paul picked
William up and carried him below into the saloon and yet another party
began which went on for four hours and after quite a few bottles of
champagne had been finished off it was time to get on the coach.

The crew had already made sure everything was secure and the Jean would
be handed over to the dock engineers to carry out their work. Scott was
the last to leave and toured his ship and gave his silent "thanks" as he
went. From the bridge he left by the port hatch and locked it and climbed
down and finally went ashore to join the others and could not keep his
eyes off her while they drove away and smiled to himself. "When I see you
next mum, I will be a married man, just wish you could be there." He was
sitting next to William.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Mum."
"Me too son, me too."

They were all in great spirits as the coach pulled in front of the house.
Brenda and Trevor were standing at the front door, but two men were
standing there as well and as soon as Scott saw them he had an
uncomfortable feeling for some reason.

"Captain Scott Peterson?"
"I am, who are you?""
"I am from the Foreign Office and this gentleman is from the
Metropolitan Police. Can we go somewhere private sir, we need to ask you
a few questions."
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