Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2015 09:38:34 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Lady Jean Peterson/ 37

Jan bought the RIB onto the ramp at the stern and the winch bought them
back into the boat deck. As soon as they were in Paul closed the door.
They had a problem with the change in weather and much higher seas, but
Scott was thinking  it COULD be in their favour, but they would now have
to hurry.
Paul listened as Scott made up his mind and thought that even though he
was still so young he had a very wise head on those lovely shoulders. He
also knew he was driven to rescue his friend and his  crew. Nothing was
about to stop him but Paul also knew Scott would consider all risks.

The RIB was now secured on board and Scott told them they would now use
the practice "pirate" boat. "Its faster than the RIB and I know we will
be chucked all over the place, but we will get to the O6 quicker and we
need to go now as she has changed course. I wanted a stern boarding in
the RIB Jan, but now we will have to board at her midships and I know
even that will be difficult......Ok its going to be shit but when we are
on board you will come back to the Jean now and you will have to wait for
our flares to go off, if they do, you will know we have taken the O6
back. Lets go we don't have much time.

 Reggie was with them and told them to "keep your heads down and don't
take any prisoners guys!" Reggie had been watching too many films!
Scott, Paul, Jan and Jerry climbed in and Reggie opened the stern door
and all of them looked at the sea and Scott knew if this was a practise,
he would most probably cancel it.

"Ok, Reggie!"  Reggie threw a switch and the clamps holding the boat to
the runners released and gravity took over. Jan opened the throttle
wide and adjusted her course knowing exactly where the O6 was. Andrew
also altered course as well and would have to wait for Jan to get back
and confirm to him the O6's course and distance, he could not get too
close, he knew he would be on radar anyway, but so were other ships, he
assumed as there always was. He stood close to Freddy giving both of them
some sort of comfort, the rest were standing close to their partner
looking through binoculars but could not see a thing, but all knew the
weather was getting worse.
"Andrew, I want to go to the engine room please." Colin asked. Andrew was
taken by surprise, this was the first time any crew had asked him for
permission to do something!
"Course Colin." Colin needed to be with Neil.


The boat was approaching the stern of the O6 with the sea now beginning
to get a lot more angry, another storm was almost on them and he knew
they would have just one attempt to get on board so Jan and Jerry could
get back to the Jean as quickly as possible.

"Take us to the starboard quarter deck Jan its in the lee." With great
skill she took the boat to within 5 feet of the O6's hull and held her
there as Jerry, with his strong arms lifted the boarding ladder up and
hooked it on to the rails. Scott was the first and literally jumped on
the ladder and climbed up. When he got to the top he bunched up and fell
over the rails and landed on the deck in as small a package as he could
get himself. Five seconds later the massive Paul landed on top of him!

Jerry unhitched the ladder and Jan cut the throttle and waited for the O6
to sail away, when the ship had gone a couple of hundred yards she opened
up and went back on the reverse course hoping like hell Andrew had
maintained his! He had and when they the saw Jerry flashing them, there
was a sigh of relief from the crew waiting anxiously on the bridge.
Reggie went back down to the boat deck and opened the stern door again
and welcomed the two guys back. "Fuck that, no more trips tonight, Skip
and Paul can swim back!" Jan said her bit and went off to get showered
and got back into survival gear, she may have to go and find them!

 William was on the phone to the Mistry of Defence and was told the O6
had been located. Bob Taylor had switched the AIS on before the pirates
took over, but had no idea the Jean had located her and was about to
board. Neither Scott or Bob Taylor would know that HMS Edward had been
diverted towards the O6 and was now at full speed heading towards both
ships. Marines on board were already suited up and armed. The eight
pirates on board were oblivious to the fact that they had been boarded
and 6,000 tons of Royal Navy was steaming at them at 30 knots, but still
12 hours away.

The pirates had the whole crew in the mess deck, except the first
engineer who was being held down in the engine room and four pirates with
an AK47 each guarding them. In the engine room two more pirates were
working and both qualified to be there. The O6's engineer was tied to a
rail. On the bridge were the other two, one was trying to work things out
and the leader of this band of fuckwits who was screaming at him telling
him to "turn right!" The poor guy was spinning the wheel like mad but
nothing happening as the ship was being sailed by computer. To over ride
it all he had to do was throw a switch right in front of the helm, but
there were another nine switches and the poor sod had no idea what switch
controlled what.

The head of this mob called the engine room  and told them he need one of
them to come to the bridge to get to the bridge. Ten minutes later he
arrived after running up all the stairs and out of breath and not
realising he could have got there in half a minute if he had used the
lift!
 He arrived gasping for breath.
"We cant steer." The guy staggered over to the helm and looked at the
array of switches and got lucky, he threw one and an alarm went off which
would tell the captain the ship was now under manual control. Once again
the engine room pirate got lucky as he turned the wheel to starboard and
the O6 heaved over and the guy who had tried to gain control could now
steer the ship towards the coast and when they were a mile off it they
would stop and anchor and then wait for the demands to begin, $50 million
of which the pirates would get a nominal amount.

Bob Taylor was sat with a couple of his crew, the pirates had spread them
out and every dining table had just two or three men sitting where they
could be kept an eye much better. Bob felt a vibration in his trouser
pocket. He looked around him and risked taking his mobile out. He held
it under the table and pressed messages.

"S n P here."  Bob smiled to himself and looked around him, he need to
tell Scott how many of them and where he was fairly sure they were.

Now they were on the O6 Scott could contact Bob because there was mobile
connection from one of the pods on the top of the bridge. Bob stood up.

"I need to go to the toilet." The pirates did not speak English and he
did not know he was being told to "fuck off and sit down!" He remained
standing and gave a visual explanation of what he needed to do. He
pointed at his cock and pointed towards the toilet. There was a
discussion in Somalian and one guy went to Bob and took him to the toilet
but the fucker went inside with him and watched and waited! After he had
managed a trickle he was taken back but before he was told to sit the
pirate must have realised Bob was there for some other reason because he
knew he had not pissed. He put the barrel of his gun at another crews
head and put his hands in Bob's trouser pockets and took his phone out.
There was a lot of shouting and Bob had the butt of an AK smashed on the
back of his head. Two of them went to all the crew and by the time they
had finished, they had 20 more mobile phones and all of them thrown out
of a port hole. Bob fell onto a chair and even though he was in great
pain and blood coming out of his head, he was fucking angry as well, all
he hoped was that he would get five minutes with that bastard if Scott
and Paul managed to take his ship back.

The pirates were more than settled now as they had full control of the
ship and crew, they relaxed although the storm had picked up even more
now and the ship was heaving about alarmingly. But the pleasing thing
about it for Bob was three of the pirates were getting a tad
uncomfortable and two of them had rushed to the toilet and threw up! As
Scott and Paul had been saying all along they would think that once on
board and the ship was theirs and with hostages under their control no
one would get anywhere near them.

Without anything needed to be said Scott and Paul began the long climb up
the port side gang way towards the bridge. They ducked under each port
hole as they passed and both were more than happy that the wind had now
reached storm levels and even though they had to hang on tight what with
that and the O6 riding very heavy seas they were sure nobody would come
out from inside. This was perfect, so far.

The head of this gang knowing the ship was theirs and the engine room
covered, he told the guy who had come up to stay on the bridge to sail
the ship while he went down to check on the hostages. As he left so Scott
peered over at the window to the bridge.

"Two of them." He told Paul. "We need to get in." They went to the door
and Paul gently tried it, it was locked. Paul motioned to Scott and they
began to climb back down only this time trying every hatch, they were all
locked, Bob Taylor had done a good job securing his ship. BUT the pirates
had got in somewhere, it was just a matter of what hatch. Back on deck
they tried every hatch and of course it was the last one that opened
outward as most ships hatches do and Paul held it so Scott could just get
in, Paul followed and closed and locked the hatch. They found a safe
place and stayed hidden and listening out.

The gang leader arrived at the crew room and talked to the rest of his
filth. The crew looked on not understanding anything that was being said
but knew he was not pleased as the two who had just thrown up came back
out. He went to the pair of them and punched crap out of them and
threatening them with his AK. The crew were even more worried now, if he
treated his "men" like that, what would he do to them!? He continued to
shout and it soon became clear what he was on about as one of them went
to Bob Taylor and pulled him to his feet and took him to boss man.
He looked around and selected another crew, the youngest one of them,
Enrico just 18.
Boss looked at both Bob and Enrico then the rest of the crew and yelled
out in English. "These two come with me, they will be shot if ANYONE
tries anything, if they get shot I will pick two more." He looked around
the room again. "YOU and YOU!" He spoke to one of the guys who had been
sick and he left to go to the engine room. Neither Scott or Paul would
now know there would be three of them on the bridge and Bob and
Enrico with them now.

Scott and Paul were situated three decks above the engine room and two
decks below the crew room. Paul gave the all clear and they made their
way to the gang leading to the engine control room. As discussed while
planning a boarding Paul told Scott that to take the engine room was the
first priority, They slowly went down to the next deck and were about to
take the next gang way when they heard someone throwing up from the deck
they had just left. It was a huge bit of luck as they got this early
warning. This guy could only be going to the engine room and
Paul whispered to Scott to hide and just step out in front of him. This
bloke had no idea his pirate days were about to be a tad fucked up. The
first he knew there was a problem was when Scott stood in front of him
and then felt a needle being rammed into the side of his neck and then,
nothing, he was fast asleep! Scott took the AK 47 and stuffed the five
magazines into his pack. Paul picked the pirate up and put him over his
shoulder and they went down the gang and stood outside the engine control
room. Paul tapped Scott telling him to wait. He took the pirate to a rail
and got a set of handcuffs out and hung them over a grab rail and then
cuffed both wrists. One down but no idea how many to go. Scott handed the
AK to Paul and at a nod he opened the hatch and walked in. It was almost
too easy, the guy had his back to them and it was Scott's turn to ram a
needle into a neck.

The O6's engineer could not believe what had happened and just stood
there with his mouth open. Scott released him while Paul went out and
bought the first guy in the control roor and then handcuffed the pair of
them to the same rail the engineer had been tied too.
"Right mate lock the hatch when we go and only open it if one of us
shouts out "LJP" ok? Do you know how many of them?"
"No, I was down here and the next I knew two of them came in. I think
they must have got lucky and came on board just as the Captain had
ordered lock down because it was about that time. That guy was not one of
them so he's loose somewhere."
"Ok there must be another four or maybe six, we will assume six. Can you
reduce speed without them knowing?"
"Can do a knot maybe two without them knowing in this sea and I can do
another one if it picks up more."
"Ok do it, we better go Paul. He turned to the engineer, you keep the AK
and don't be afraid of using it. I will leave two more injections, if
they wake up just jam it into their necks, they will be asleep for
another two hours anyway. DONT answer the phone for another hour." They
left the control room to go to the bridge. Scott gave the AK magazines to
Paul and now they were better armed and with the weapon in Paul's hands
he felt a lot better.
"Lets take the lift and stop off a deck below the bridge." They got in
and Scott selected the deck which he knew would take them to Bob Taylors
cabin just below the bridge. Assuming they could get in, he already
knew there would be "repeaters" that the Captain could look at and would
be able to check his course, position and speed as well as
weather conditions without having to call the bridge,  he could also call
his dad.

BUT, he knew he and Paul could not hang about now, it would not be too
long before someone cottoned on to the fact that they have been boarded
with two of them missing and the crew would be in even greater danger.
 "Skip I MAY have to use my full training with the SBS." Scott was sure
he understood what Paul meant and some poor bastard could be in for a
very bad time. Then he thought about his mother and father.
"Ok Paul, you do what you have to do."
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