Date: 8 Jul 2002 18:16:16 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: 1812 Around the World Historical (b/M)
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1812 around the World
By
Dave
My name is Paul but I am known as Pollywog. My father
signed me onto a Boston Clipper ship as a ship's boy, when I
was eight years old. The skipper was an old family friend. I
was to serve six years. At the end of my training I would
become a junior officer on a merchant ship.
My mother packed my duffel bag and saw me off on my
first voyage with all the tearful good buys because she knew that
it would be two or more years before I would be home. It was a
cold windy morning when the skipper gave the order to single
up all lines and set sails. Then as the sails filled with wind he
gave the order to cast off all lines. The canvas popped and
fluttered and the ropes creaked under the strain. Linseed oil
dripped from the riggings to soil our clothes.
The boatswains-mates used their heavy rope persuaders to
drive the new crewmembers up the rigging faster. Even the six
young apprentices were driven up the rigging to haul out more
canvas. It was both frightening and thrilling to be more than a
hundred feet above the decks looking back at the harbor, trying
to see if my mother and father were still on the dock.
Our ship was in the golden triangle trade. We were taking
lumber and furs to England. From England we would sail to the
West Coast of Africa with guns and irons to pick up black
slaves. From Africa we would sail back across the Atlantic to
the West Indies where slaves would be traded for rum. The ship
would sail north to ports in Georgia, Virginia and South
Carolina, where the rest of the slaves would be sold. The
northern states were still trying to enter the industrial and textile
business so the hold was filled with raw cotton. When we got
home the investors were paid off and the crew was paid. If you
didn't have to replace to many clothes that the price was
deducted you got a percentage of the profit.
The six of us young boys were billeted in a cabin away
from the ship's crew. We were a wild and messy group. The
youngest was seven and the oldest was fourteen. He bullies the
rest of us. Billy was the youngest one and an orphan. In the
vernacular of the time, he was a son of a gun. A loose woman in
the port and a sailor probably conceived him between the ship's
guns. That is where name son of a gun came from.
We had to learn the name of every rope in the rigging and
what it did. At night before bed we had to study the
mathematics of navigation. We had a lot of work to do. Any
time we were not on watch we had to study. I found the port of
Portsmouth, England very exciting. The crew got drunk and
brought local women abroad. I saw all kinds of sex in the crews
quarters. The place smells of rum and sweating bodies as the
ladies were fucked in the hammocks.
The day we were fixing to leave for Africa the ships
Boatswain came down to the crews quarters and called out to
heave-out and trice-up. He then said, "Show a leg!" From a lot
of hammocks the unmistakable leg of a woman was exposed out
of the hammocks. He passed those hammocks and used the rope
persuader to swat the bottom of the hammock to get the men up.
The rest were given an extra fifteen minutes. The ladies were
allowed a little time to themselves to dress and say their good-
byes. Then all hands were at their stations as we left port. The
crew was looking back at the women on the docks just like they
had done when we left home.
I learned a lot quickly. The ships carpenter liked boys. If
I wanted to hide out sometimes all I had to do is visit the
carpentry shop. I loved the smell of fresh cut wood. It reminded
me of home. The carpenter would back me into the back of his
work place and pull my pants down and suck my penis. I would
masturbate him until he would shoot his cum on the deck.
When we arrived off the coast of Africa we dropped
anchor. The long boats were lowered away. They rowed for the
beach and the captain bartered with the black Muslims for the
black men and women they had rounded up from the interior.
They were rowed back to the ship and brought on aboard
ship. The crew had a bilge pump on deck so they could pump
salt water up to wash them down. I felt sorry for them because
they were either crying or quiet as if they were walking dead.
Those that had open wounds from whips cried out when the salt
water washed them off.
By order of rank from captain, first mate, ships pilot,
ships boatswain selected black women that would be their
bedmate until they were sold in the southern states. The rest
were chained below decks.
When the ship weighed anchor and got underway. The
blacks below decks all got sick. The decks smelled of puke and
the slop buckets would over flow and the decks would get
slippery with puke, shit, piss and split food. The stench from the
hold was so bad that you wanted to keep the wind at your back
all the time.
The captain saw to it that they were brought up on deck
when weather permitted so their wounds could be treated and
the crew could hose down the lower decks. They washed all the
filth out of the scuppers. Just the same the hold stank all the
time.
When it was my turn to pull mess duty I would deliver
meals to the captains cabin. The black girl he kept there was
naked. One time when I knocked on his cabin hatch and was
told to come in, he was fucking her from behind like an animal.
Just the same no one was happier to see the last of them
off the ship than me. I don't care how much disinfectant was in
the soapy water the stink stayed with the ship. When the hold
was dry it was filled with cotton and tobacco.
When we reached Boston I was a veteran seaman of ten. I
was thrilled to see home and eat a rounded meal. In a month I
had put on at least twenty pounds. When I reported back to the
ship my pants cuffs were a good six inches above my shoes.
When our ship was about half way to England a British
Man of War stopped us on the high seas. The First Officer
boarded our ship with a group of Marines and seamen. They
insisted that the crew muster on deck. The arrogant office
walked down the ranks inspecting the crew. When he found one
that was healthy and with strong callused hands, he would pull
him out of line. If the man resisted he was gun-butted by a
Marine.
When he got the Ship's boys I told him he had no right to
impress American seamen. He laughed at me and pulled me out
of line and said, "Lets see how pour young colonial sea-lawyer
like His-Majesties-Royal-Navy. I was shoved over the side.
With that the ship sailed south. All the ship's boys and
power-monkey's were forward. There were the usual bullies
there. The routine was much the same for me. Only now I was
a power monkey when the guns were manned. At first I had no
idea where the ship was going. We just sailed south across the
equator. This time I was not a pollywog. I was a shellback and
got to initiate the men crossing the equator for the first time.
My skills at navigation put me in good stead with the First
Officer. He even seemed to like me in his way. He ordered me
to report to his stateroom when I was not on watch. His
stateroom was a little cramped. It had a desk built into the
bulkhead with an oil lantern suspended so that it could swing
freely with the motion of the ship. There were cubbyholes for
maps and charts. His luggage was made so that it stacked on top
of each other and all drawers were made so that they would not
open with the rocking of the ship.
Like all officers of the fleet his bunk was a rectangular
box with matching head and footboards. They were chained to
an overhead beam so the bunk could swing freely with the ship.
Should the need arise to return a dead officer home the ships
carpenter would place the officer in the box and make a lid for
the box and seal it with pitch. To lighten up the fact the all
officers sleep in they're own coffins their mothers, girlfriends,
mistresses or wives make drapes to hang over the head and
footboards with embroidery of things to remind them of home.
The boards had holes centered in them with a dowel running the
length of the box to drape the cloth over and in the South Seas
where they would anchor in fly and mosquito infested bays light
netting could be draped to protect the officers.
He took to tutoring me in his cabin. When I made
mistakes he saw to it that I had to ride the canon to be caned.
That meant that after morning muster and the daily orders
were read I had to straddle the barrel of a deck cannon with my
chin resting on the power-hole of the breach. Then the
boatswain mate was told how many times to strike my ass with
the bamboo Cain.
Before any of my lessons were over he would open the
front of his britches and stuff my mouth with his cock. The
foreskin would slide back and the silken head would touch the
back of my throat. Heaven-help me if any cum got on his
britches. He took to having me sleep in his swinging bunk. He
used some oil to lube my asshole before he fucked me. In time
he didn't need to even lube my hole first.
When the Captain invited him to eat with him, I was
dressed in my best Ship's boy uniform and had to stand behind
him to serve him. The First Officer would be dressed in his best
uniform too.
The Captain was a large man. I figured he was at least
fifty-two inches around his girth. His belly was so big that
sitting in his chair you could not even see his cock bulge in his
britches. When the offices were excused, he told me to stay.
I was in fear of what he wanted from me. When we were
alone, he said, "I hear that you are very good a navigation."
"That you Sir!" I said.
He said, "How would you like to work with the ships
sailing master from now on."
I was thrilled that I would not have to pull the work
details other than my turn on watch in the rigging. "Thank you!
My lord." I gushed.
The captain stood up and walked around me. He ran his
fat fingers over my uniform gently. When he was behind me he
reached around my waist and felt my young cock as it got hard.
He asked me to help him out of his uniform. I took the
jacket and folded it up to place in his sea chest. Then as he
untied his cravat I folded it and stowed it. The Captain removed
the braces holding up his britches and unbuttoned the sleeves of
his shirt and the buttons down the front. I took it off over his
head and stowed it away. The Captain sat in his chair and I
straddled his leg to pull his boots off. He put his other foot on
my butt to push me away as I pulled the boot off. When he
offered the other foot he used his big toe to poke my butt-hole.
When he stood up I had to unlace the legs of his britches.
Then I unbuttoned his britches from my kneeling position. As I
peeled them over his butt and down his legs, I looked for his
cock. It was a respectable looking cock hanging limply between
his legs. The scrotum hung low too. The left testicle hung much
lower than the right one, in its loose sack. The Captain may
have been bald on top of his head and on his prodigious belly.
But the rest of his body had plenty of hair.
He reminded me of the hand carved wooden Buddha in
my parent's home, an item bought in China as a souvenir, when
he sat on his bunk and crossed his legs under himself. He called
me to him and undressed me. When I was totally naked he took
hold of my cock and milked it until my cock was stiff. He
pulled me closer and took my cock in his mouth and sucked me.
He stopped short of sucking me to a climax.
He laid me face down over the rounded top of his sea
chest. It took some effort on his part to get his belly out of the
way enough to guide his cock into my asshole. The ships
rocking helped him fuck me. I actually climaxed on the top of
the sea chest before the captain shot his wad in my bowel.
When he was done he wiped my ass and took me to his
swinging bunk. From that night for the rest of the voyage I was
the captains private plaything. When I was not on duty with the
sailing master I was cleaning up after the captain or milking his
cock dry with my mouth or ass.
When the ship went around the Cape of Good Hope
everyone on board was sick until we pulled into port in Chile.
We took on fresh water and anything eatable. Chile being
Spanish we had to anchor in a port far from any Spanish
settlement. We spent a week repairing the sails and rigging. We
took the time to re-caulk the ship while landing parties foraged
for food and water. We sailed on a course that took us to Tahiti
the crew enjoyed the hospitality of the native women to the
fullest.
To that natives being a large man is a make of royalty.
The captain was offered a royal teenager as his bride while we
were there. In their culture a girl is not fit to marry until she has
had several healthy children. So, my captain was given a round-
faced, dark skinned girl not much older than me. She was a little
frightened by the white skinned man with the white whisker on
the side of his face. Because of his weight he would lay on his
back and she would squat over his waist and fuck herself on his
cock.
When the captain was not around she would pull my cock
out of my britches and either suck me or guide my cock into her
cunt for a quick fuck. She knew I was the captain's boy and was
not disturbed by it. They assumed that I would be a great
captain someday. We sailed for New Zealand and Sydney after
that.
In both ports we delivered mail and picked up mail for
England. Seamen were replaced for those that had died along
the way. If the food didn't kill them the harsh discipline did.
For minor offences 100 to 300 lashes with the cat of nine tails
were meted out. The boatswains mate put lead pellets on the
strands of the cat for better weight and he dunked the cat in a
bucket of salt water after each lash so the strands would not get
clogged with flesh and blood.
The two most popular capital punishments were hanging
the prisoner in irons from the bow-sprint with a knife a ration of
bread and water. The crew would make bets on if he would
starve to death or cut the rope and drown. The second one was to
tie him hand and foot, then pass the line under the bow. The
ship's crew would haul away on one line, pulling him under the
keel. The other line was hauled in dragging him back under the
ship. The barnacles growing on the hull cut them to shreds.
Again the crew bet on where he would die of drowning of a
shark would get him.
If a man on board forced himself on a shipmate that was
punishable by death. But if one of the boatswain mates or an
officer took a fancy to you it was wise to service them anyway
they wanted.
The other ship's boys were jealous of me and I had to
watch my back around them. On the other hand the sailing
master also like me. At night when I was standing watch at the
helm with him he would teach me navigation and have me sit on
the deck behind the compass stand and he would pull his cock
out and I would suck him until he could not stand to cum one
more time.
The ship sailed on to Singapore, Siam, and Indian. We
went from India around Cape Horn. By the time I was fourteen
I was elevated to Midshipman in His Majesties Royal Navy.
When the ship arrived back in England I found out that
the war of 1812 was over. I had to find a ship headed to
America some way. I found a merchant ship headed for Quebec
and asked the captain if he could use another mate. He wanted
to know what I could do for him. I told him I was a sailing
master.
He drew a line of a harbor in the dust on the table and
gave me a latitude and asked me where is that?
I looked at the drawing and said, "That is close to the
same latitude as both Sato Domingo and Kingston. They are
both south facing harbors but based on your outline I would say
it is Kingston, Jamaica."
He smiles and asked, "If you are four weeks out of this
port and you are at latitude 61 degrees 30 minutes, what would
you expect to see?"
I responded, "Given the speed of your ship and the time of
year, you would be about 30 minutes south of Iceland. You
would be about a few weeks from Newfoundland. The only
thing you might see is a iceberg."
The captain said, "I can use you young man, but the ship
will be inspected for deserters before we leave port."
I simple told him, "Sail without me." And placed my
finger next to my nose.
The captain gave me a puzzled look and took another
drink of his rum.
He was an unsavory character. I knew better than to trust
him. He just might turn me in for a reward.
I found an Irishman that was a dory fisherman. Knowing
he would have no love for Englishmen I made arrangements
with him to sail out of port a day before the merchant ship. We
positioned ourselves so that we would intercept the ship three
days out of port.
When we secured a line to the ship I paid the fisherman
and boarded the ship. The captain had a good laugh at the way I
managed to avoid the inspection. Being a sailing master for the
voyage placed me second only to the first mate. I was
introduced to him and he accompanied me to his quarters here
he told me to stow my sea bag. I was to share his stateroom on
the voyage.
He was a gruff voiced Scotsman, but he was friendly
enough. His name was James. He told me he thought they were
going to have to sail the whole voyage with just him and the
captain doing the navigation. He looked me over and told me I
was young looking to be a ship's master.
I told him about sailing from Boston at the age of eight
and being pressed into the Royal Navy on my second voyage.
That I had sailed around the world, and been elevated to a
Midshipman by the time I was fourteen.
It was a tightly run ship but fair. The captain had all the
ship's officers eat mess in his stateroom. It was a friendly time
filled with good humor and joking. The captain was not only the
third navigator he was the ship's doctor too. He didn't get much
rest. He had to treat ailments and emerges to the crew as they
happened. When there was a discipline problem requiring more
that a boatswain persuader, he was judge. Punishment was
swift. His trump card for discipline was that if they were too
troublesome, he would toss them overboard. They knew that
they would be dead from the cold in just moments of hitting the
water.
As the first mate and I grew to know each other better,
James became more familiar with me. When we were in the
cabin together he sat around in the nude more. I found him
attractive. His sandy blonde hair was curly and his body was
covered with sandy hair. His face was etched from long hours
standing watch with salt spray in his face. His beard was
trimmed fashionably to protect his face from the sun. He had
worked his way up the ranks to first mate so he still had a trim
body from working high in the rigging and his hands were
callused. He could just about sand wood with the palms of his
hands.
When he sat in his swinging bunt his feet dangling off the
deck he would casually lift his loose scrotum sack and pull it up
between his legs. His cock was uncut. It would hang loosely
between his legs like a lip sausage. I wanted to taste him, but
chose to let him let me know if he wanted that kind of sex.
One night as I was getting ready to turn in, I walked past
him and he reached out and felt my ass. I got a hard-on right
away. James complemented me on my tool and wrapped his
hand around it. I stood there with my legs spread a little, so he
could play with my cock and scrotum all he wanted.
When he stood up I took hold of his cock and milked him
to full erection. When his cock was at its size the foreskin only
covered half the head. I knelled before him and took all of his
cock into my mouth and ran my tongue under the foreskin to
taste the headcheese. He jerked when I did that. I guess it either
hurt or he got a thrill from my tongue circling under his foreskin.
When he fucked my face I drank all his cum, like the pro I
was. James pulled his limp dick out of my mouth. When I
stood up he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as he
rubbed his beard on my face. He was feeling my cock at the
same time.
He asked me, "Do you prefer mouth or man-cunt?"
I said, "Man cunt sounds good to me, right now."
James led me by my cock to his sea chest and he laid face
down over it and guided my cock into his asshole. He only
winced when my cock pulled a couple of hairs that ringed his
anus. I buried my shaft deep into his ass in one slow thrust. To
save effort I allowed the rolling of the ship to set my pace. My
cock deep in on the port roll and almost all the way out on the
starboard roll. James was moaning like a tavern winch as I
fucked his ass. When I came and pulled out of him, his asshole
stayed open and I saw inside his ass as cum dripped out and
down the side of the sea chest.
After that night we were regular bunkmates. The rest of
the voyage was hard staying awake on watch after James milked
me dry.
We made the crossing in good time. As we were sailing
up the St. Lawrence towards Quebec I had James put the ship
close to the eastern bank of Kamourska. I wrapped my sea bag
in an oilcloth and went over the side. In a mater of weeks I had
walked over the border into Maine and on to Boston and home.
My family knew that I had been pressed into the Royal
Navy. They hopped that I had not been involved in the War. I
told them about my sailing around the world and showed them
trinkets I had picked up along the way. They were impressed
that I had been made an Midshipman and was a sailing master.
My nephew, Mathew, was more impressed with the native tattoo
I had picked up in New Zealand. It was a native design on the
small of my back with interlocking lines like a tapered rope
going to the hips and down the middle of my backside into the
crack of my ass.
When I signed on with a ship, this time it was a merchant
going to China. I didn't want to serve on another slave ship.
My nephew signed on as a ship's boy with me.
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