MV Lady Jean Peterson
They sat together at breakfast talking about the great time at the Voodoo, but there is always someone to spoil things, it was Paul and none of them about to challenge him, apart from the smallest member of crew of course, 5ft 5 Tommy who very often had his partners oversized cock wrapped round his little finger as well as the rest of this huge delightful man!
“Lots of time before we sail Skip and I will have the saloon cleared in half an hour and the mats out.”
“Oh bugger do we have to Paul?”
“We do indeed Skip, it’s either that or a mutiny and I know the crew will be behind me, ARN’T YOU!”
“YES PAUL!” Most of them shouted.
“Jan, what about you?”
“I’m on your side Skip, these daft sods forgot who pays the wages.”
“You just got a pay rise my love but I will have to give in, Andrew said yes and I know he will withdraw certain privileges if I don’t agree.”
“Oh don’t worry about him Skip, he’s only a Yank anyway, no, you can always sleep with Paula and me!”
“Andrew, give me a hand please!”
Sweat was pouring off Scott but he had fought really well and Jerry more than impressed after he had been released from another head lock.
Scott then took on Paul and the crew who were there watched as the 1st officer found himself on the mat more times than when Paul had first started to instruct Scott. “Bloody hell Skip! That’s the last time I try to organise a mutiny, that’s good stuff, really good.”
Theo meanwhile was sitting on the deck leaning against a couch and Royston checking out an ankle after his session on the mat and Theo not able to fulfil his boast at the start of the session that, “I will beat the crap out of all this crew!”
“We could always sue Paulina on her cowardly and violent attack when we get back to the States……OR my American Ninja make even more money selling the video?” Theo used a lot of Jan’s foul language and Royston plus crew splitting themselves.
“Cast off fore and aft.” Paul ordered. The Jean sailed slowly out of the harbour, followed by the O5. It was a perfect day, clear skies, slight wind and calm sea, perfect for pirates to attack.
Marcel knocked on Scott’s door then opened it as all crew were told to do.
“Hello you two, have a seat. Marcel wanted to say something and Jon was with him, as always, for back up. Paul was in Scott’s office as well talking about the possibility of taking a captured ship back.
“Ok, I’m all ears.”
“Skip, Jon and me don’t want to be rude but you are crap at flying the bullets and we think it would be better if I flew them because I am really good.”
Say it as you think dear man, don’t be shy! Scott thought and smiled at the pair of them.
“If you keep trying we will run out of them. We have come up with this. If we have another attack we can both spray them like we have done, OR I take off and hold my helicopter over the Jean so you get a good 360 degree view of what’s around us. Jon then attacks when you tell him but I will have a bullet to take off and go for engines. Theo is getting a ramp together so all I have to do is put one on and fire it off. Skip my helicopter will do two things, hover so you can see all round us and when Jon is out of pepper I can take over, but by then I could have attacked pirate engines and possibly stopped one or two of them.”
It took just seconds for Scott to make his mind up and knowing full well that using a bullet would only have one outcome, a wrecked outboard motor. No pirate will be at risk, not with this young man at the controls.
“I want you up hovering over us now so I can see for myself and you Paul get Theo, Neil and Andrew out and get that ramp up within two hours. Well done both of you, a brilliant idea. Come here.” They cuddled in tight and their heads buried into Scott’s chest, both got a semi!
The view from Marcel’s camera hovering 150 feet above the Jean proved a great asset as the whole crew could see all round them on the screen giving a great overall picture of the immediate area.
Well within the two hours the ramp had been welded to the deck just outside the hanger on the port side. Marcel carried out two flights and no more needs to be said, they were perfect as was Jon’s catching when the bullet was bought back. Scott now had a massive boost in his ability to protect his ship and the one they were escorting but he also knew questions would be asked when the press and others worked out what was going on.
Now back at sea Paul needed to find out if Scott’s last performance was just a fluke and announced another section. “Anyone NOT showing up is straight!” Everyone showed up except the watch and the boys who were proving beyond all doubt they were far from being so!
Up on the bridge Tommy was looking intently at the Hawk screen. He picked the mike up.
“Marcel and Jon to the bridge please.”
“Oh nuts!” Marcel withdrew from Jon and there was a mad scramble to get dressed and tuck two hard cocks into two skimpy briefs. Two minutes later they were standing next to Tommy in day uniform.
“See that Dhow? It’s been on the same course as us since we left Mumbai. It goes off screen for a half hour or so then comes back and stays at four miles. I think Skip would want one of you to fly out to maximum and have a look.” Marcel took out a coin and tossed it.
“Heads.” Jon called, it was. They both went down to get Jon’s helicopter started up and when he had flown off to the port side they both got back to their stations and Jon took over manual control.
“Is it still there Tommy?”
“Yes, still at four miles.”
“Ok, I will fly at 200 feet then go and see what’s going on.” It was clear and when Jon reached the maximum he could fly from the Jean the camera picked up the Dhow. They both looked at the screen and tried to make out if there was anything unusual on it like pirate boats and try and count the number of crew, but even though the image was clear it was too far away to make anything out.
“She’s turning away so no point you staying there Jon. We had better let Skip know.”
“He’s in the saloon getting beaten up by Paul and Jerry again, I’ll go down and let him know what’s going on.”
Marcel got to the saloon just as Jerry smashed onto the mat and then watched as Paul attacked Scott and he too ended up on the mat. Marcel ran and jumped on Scott’s back and just clung on. “Bloody hell Skip! Not bad!” Scott shook him off and smiled down at him.
“Skip Tommy has picked up a Dhow that he thinks is shadowing us. Jon has been out but we could not see anything pirate but Tommy is sure it will come back.”
“Ok, you two stick around and if it comes back one of you fly out and have another look.”
“Thanks Skip, my turn.” Quick cuddle then off he went.
They all cleared the saloon up and went to their cabins for showers and anything else they fancied. Scott and Andrew undressed one another but as soon as they stood naked together the speaker came on telling Scott that the boat was at five miles and at the same speed as the Jean. Scott got dressed swearing his head off and not helped by Andrew laughing his off!
The images coming back from Marcel’s camera showed crew moving around on deck but could not see any weapons or anything pirate.
“I bet you they have skiffs and they are lashed to the starboard side.” Anyone taking him on would have lost.
The Dhow shadowed them all day which kept the watches occupied. They were now a long way out of the normal pirate area so this was new and Scott needed to report it later.
Scott looked at the clock it was 6pm and it was now getting dark.
“Marcel is up Skip.”
“Yes skip, night attack then.”
“Looks like it and when they start to fall back, that means they are getting into boats and we will know it’s on its way.” He went to Marcel’s screen and could only just see the boat.
“Come back and refuel Marcel and you two stay in the hanger, I’m sure you will find something to do.” He then rang Phillip and told him an attack was very likely and he may have to go to full speed. He then broadcast to the crew. “My guess is there won’t be more than two boats if they do attack as the mother boat seems pretty small and we could soon be finding out. Without having to sound the alarm everyone came to the bridge anyway, Jan turned the generators on and tested the cannons and Jerry took manual control of the main camera. Paulina and Reggie bought up their emergency medical packs and George and Colin bought coffee, sandwiches and cake. They were ready, but it would be a long wait and after an hour Scott thought it best that all off watch go and get some rest, he was overdue a shower anyway. He rang the hanger and told the two lads they were standing down. “Go to your cabin but leave the door open.” Course they would!
The minutes ticked by and there was a watch change with Paulina now at the Hawk radar. Jan was officer of the watch. By now it was very dark with no moon, both ships sailed on with not one light showing.
“Jan that boat is slowing down and going further away, I think they could be getting behind us.” Jan smacked the alarm button. Audio would now be on to go with the video recording and live streaming to William and the Ocean company London office.
“They are now at 5 knots and still falling behind us Skip, 4 miles.” Scott had arrived and taken over, everyone would now have headsets on.
“Ok, Paul phone the O5 and tell them to stay at 18 knots. I want these sods to think they have not been seen, you lads will take off at the last minute but start up when I tell you.” Tommy, who had taken over the Hawk reported that the boat had now gone off radar. Scott was guessing that the mother boat had a decent radar and was still able to track the Jean and the O5 and would be launching the two attack boats as soon as they were directly behind them.
“Freddy, zig zag all the time now, I want to make sure there is nothing coming at us from forward.”
“Got them Skip! Two boats at five miles directly aft, 30 knots.”
“Paul send out we are being attacked. Hawk?” Tommy did not answer straight away, Scott looked at the screen. “Bloody hell is that two more Tommy?”
“Yes Skip. Obviously there is another mother boat and being directed by the one tracking us. All four at 30 knots, now three miles.”
“Startup boys. I would think two will attack us and two the O5. M, you will go for the starboard boats head on and you J the port ones, but I will send you off at the last minute. Do a fly over at full power with the screamers on, turn round and attack.”
“Don’t you want to check they have weapons first Skip? Andrew asked.
“They aint delivering pizzas Andrew that’s for sure, no we all know they are armed and they will get a warning anyway when the boys fly over.”
“Both started up Skip.”
“Three and half miles now 40 knots, all four together.”
“Off you go boys and hover.” Marcel took off first and flew out to starboard and then went to the bridge, Jon joined him two minutes later after taking off to port.
“Off you go and fly at your boats.”
They flew at maximum speed at 30 feet with the screamers already on. By the time they would get to their maximum range the boats would already be in it. But Scott had second thoughts and quickly thought out another way to attack these skiffs.
“Change of plan. Screamers off and fly out wide half a mile and come back on their course and speed, you will attack later. Theo take the aft searchlights and Colin bridge lights and select “strobe.” I want to blind them, saves pepper spray.” He got onto Phillip on the O5 and asked him to go full ahead. Scott went to the Hawk and could see they were clear except those four.
“Two miles, 40 knots.”
“Give me distances in half miles please.”
“One and half miles.”
“Three quarters of a mile Skip!” Still he waited.
“HALF MILE SKIP!” The boats were still together. Scott wanted them to get closer.
“Searchlights on.” All four came came on together on strobe, the effect was amazing as all 16 pirates had four of the most powerful searchlights on them, 4×80 million candle power each!
“Stay with them lights.”
“Go to steady beam. LRAD on.” They were well and truly lit up and could not possibly look ahead of them and the LRAD screaming out could not have helped either.
“M and J fly back towards us and carry out a head on attack, screamers on, that way you won’t be blinded as well as that lot.”
Scott watched as the boys carried out their first attack and as soon as they had dumped their first loads on the outside boats then did a tight turn and went back to attack the other one. All four were slowing and unable to see.
“Lights off.” Once again everything went black and the boys were flying on night vision. Scott told them to dump another load on each boat and get back to refuel and fit new cylinders, “but we are going 180 to give them a shower.”
“Half speed, turn 180. Standby lights. Cannons on full.”
At 300 yards Scott called for hard to starboard and 5 knots. “Lights on, do your thing Jan.” As practised many times, Jan would fire the cannons at an angle so that thousands of gallons would fall vertically at a rate equivalent to the worst of monsoons. Each boat was half filled and crews bailing out like mad. Jan turned the cannons away.
“LRAD off,Freddy tell them to chuck weapons over board and two boats to get into the other two. If they don’t they will all be sunk.”
It was a great sight to see weapons being dumped and two skiffs going down.
By now both helicopters were ready. Scott told Jon to take off and cover them as the Jean was turned away. “They may not have got rid of all weapons so If you see any go in and spray with both cylinders. Freddy, get us back on course and full speed. Thank you everyone, bloody great work.”
Colin thought he would add his own bit.
“Well done Skip as well.” Scott smiled a “thank you” at Colin.
“Tell the O5 it’s all over and return to our original course at 18 knots. Ok, another hour then off watch stand down. “Skip, George and I would like to make an edited version of this is that ok with you?”
“That’s fine, just don’t have a camera on down there, Paula may turn straight if she sees you two together.”
“Too late I already have!”
“What made you dream that up Skip?” Tommy asked.
“Well, I can’t be sure but I think the word has got around about us. Of course they didn’t know we were watching them most of the time and they thought they could take us by surprise and attack. I just thought I would let them think that, that’s why I let them get so close. The other thing is we have never used the lights before when there has been an attack and now we have, it will give them something else to think about. But the one thing I can’t work out is how they knew where we were, just luck I guess. Christ if only we had a rifle for Paul to use. ”
“A machine gun would be even better Skip, now THAT would give them a real problem trust me.” They all knew Paul was right.
Andrew turned the shower off and they began to lather one another up, often stopping for a soapy cuddle and a kiss, well actually a very long kiss and soapy cuddle, then back to lathering. Scott now raised his arms in the air as Andrew slowly massaged his entire body over and over again. Now on his knees Andrew soaped and played with Scott’s masterpiece until the poor Skip knew he was nearing his end, but wanted more. He turned round, bent over and grabbed hold of his ankles. The message was pretty clear it has to be said and Andrew cottoned on in a split second, he stood up and simply slipped straight into his boyfriend’s tight tunnel. Scott on the other hand felt every inch of Andrew’s own masterpiece as it slowly sunk into him, all seven inches of it.
They looked magnificent as both men’s bodies reacted to the intense physical effort they were performing on each other, well to be accurate Andrew more than the other one. Scott just looked great bent over and every muscle straining in magnificent beauty.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Andrew slammed in one more time, held still then the first shot exploded out of him and by the fifth one Scott was filled up to over flowing. Scott himself was near and stood up, turned round and stroked himself and fired the lot all over Andrew’s belly. They collapsed together and just hung on.
“Love you Scott Peterson, Christ I love you so much.”
“I think I love Dalvik as much as I love you, you know what I mean.” They did a lot more kissing then thought it a good idea to wash properly as they were becoming a bit itchy with all that soap over them, Ten minutes later they were cuddled up on top of the bunk in a 69 but just laying on a thigh and kissing a cock which helped Scott think for some reason, but serious thoughts.
Scott turned back up and looked at Andrew then gently kissed him and Andrew knew by the expression on Scott’s face he was being serious and this was not silly time.
“Andrew I am going to recite a poem written by a chap called Leo Marks. It’s very short and in three parts. The first and second parts are from me to you. The third one is from mum to both of us.”
Scott sat them up with his arms and legs wrapped round Andrew. He kissed his love and held his face between both hands stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed his lips one more time and then quietly recited, very 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 and took a deep breath.
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
Scott kissed Andrew’s tears through his own and once again they cuddled in tightly for a very, very long time.
“Oh my word Scott you say some pretty daft things at times and I cry laughing, but my word these tears are very different. God that was beautiful!”
They would be kissing for some time, just gentle kisses but with a love that could only be equalled, never surpassed. Scott looked into Andrew’s eyes.
“Got some more nice words if you want to hear them.” Andrew frowned at him. “Don’t you dare ruin this moment mister!” Scott kissed him again then looked into his eyes.
“Andrew Walter Bushman, would you do me the honour of marrying me when we get back home?” Both men pulled one another tightly and Andrew’s head on Scott’s chest. “Yes, oh yes, yeeeeeees!”
They laid together for the next half hour wrapped in one another’s arms and just smiled, kissed, smiled again until Andrew found his voice again.
“When do we tell the guys Scott?”
“Well I don’t think we should say anything until we tell our folks first, you agree?” There was a mad naked scramble to get to their computers.
Andrew sent: “Hi Mom, Dad and my lovely family. I want you all to share with me the best day of my LIFE! Scott has asked me to marry him when we get back to UK and of course I said YES! I am the happiest son and brother, ever. All my love Andrew.”
Scott sent: “Hi Dad, had a brain malfunction just now and asked Andrew to marry me when we get back home. The silly bugger said yes. Hope you don’t mind having another son. Scott.”
Four hours before the Jean would leave the O5, Scott went out two miles from her and circled the ship at full speed while Marcel and then Jon took off and flew out another two miles to ensure there were no more threats out there, they had never been seen at this distance anyway, but Scott knew they had been followed and assumed it was pure chance.
Now that the area was safe they waved goodbye to the O5 and turned back towards Sri Lanka and a few days off waiting for the O1 to come from Australia and meet up with her and escort her all the way into the Red Sea, after a two day stop off in Mumbai. Once the O1 was well inside the Red Sea they would be on their way home.
It will be remembered that the next ship to be escorted was the O4, but she had developed an engine problem before leaving Freemantle and was stuck there until it could be fixed. Ships were very expensive to operate and by the time she got back to the UK she would have run at a huge loss to the company.
The news of the attack was being reported and there was intense media interest and requests for interviews but all turned down by William who got a lot of flack because of his refusal.
“Scott I don’t have a problem keeping them off your back but there will be a time when you will have to talk to them, they are already telling lies which is one way for them to get you to talk.”
“I wont do it yet dad but I know I will have to in time and if I am approached in the right way, then I will give an interview. Just let them know it may happen in time.”
The approach to Colombo South Harbour is not without its difficulties and navigation can be a bit of a challenge as there is so much traffic. The harbour itself is entirely man made and sticks out into the Indian Ocean. Scott had to wait an hour for the pilot to come on board to take him into the Bandaranayake Quay which would have been the original harbour during British Colonial times. As the Pilot took the Jean to her mooring Scott was looking at the ship following him in, it was a Royal Navy Frigate, HMS Terrier and, he assumed, on a courtesy visit to Sri Lanka, he was half right.
“Finish with engines.”
For the third time since they had left home the Jean fell silent and now secured to their mooring, they all gathered in the saloon after the customs and officials had done their work and left.
They all sat eating and just having down time. Nobody wanted to go out as there would be three more nights for that. However, Andrew wondered why captain fucking gorgeous had not announced their engagement! He was busting for Scott to tell them, but it seemed he must have forgotten it!
Ah but no! Scott got up and pulled Andrew to his feet and at last spoke and Andrew having the widest of smiles of expectation on his most handsome face. It fell off as soon as it came on.
“Thanks to all of you for some really fantastic work. I know my dad would say the same as well. Goodnight and sleep well, Andrew and I have things to discuss, sort of. They left the saloon with the cheers ringing out and after a short while the saloon was empty, even Reggie and Freddy needed “something” to discuss.
“Ok, so when are you going to tell them then I thought it was going to be just now?”
“Just wait a bit, I need to check the cabin deck.”
“You bugger, what the fuck are you up too? Hang on wait for me.” They crept along the corridor and listened out for sounds of passion but it was mainly quiet except in the boys cabin of course.
“Bloody hell what are they up to in there Scott?”
“Want to find out?”
“No way, but I know they wouldn’t mind!”.
They checked the saloon was empty then up to the bridge. Scott looked at the alarm button then at Andrew then back to the alarm. “Shall I?”
My lovely silly man Andrew thought. He went to Scott and cuddled into him and kissed and as they did Andrew reached up and slapped the alarm!
“You shit! NO fucker will believe you did that!” Andrew was in stitches and was still in them as a somewhat pissed off crew came onto the bridge. The boys were last, as expected, and still struggling to get into shorts.
“It wasn’t me!! Ok I thought about it then shit face here did it…” They all looked at him not believing a word. “Honest guys it was Andrew…….., the same Andrew who said yes when I ask him to marry me! And naturally he said yes!” There was a two second silence then all hell broke loose as the two loveliest men imaginable were surrounded and hugged and kissed by thirteen other lovely people.
George took command. “Right you two go to your cabin and wait to be called. You lot follow me and Colin.” Scott and Andrew were cheered off the bridge and went to their cabin, got naked and laid on the bunk. Half hour later there was a bang on the door, it was of course the pilots.
“Can we come in Skip?”
“Can we come in Andrew?”
“YES!” Scott shot under the duvet. “It’s locked dick head.”
“It’s locked Andrew.”
“I know it is! Bugger off you two, we will be down in five.”
“Rotten sods, ok.”
It was a great time, lots of drink, food and friends sharing Scott’s and Andrew’s engagement. Scott invited them all to be there and with Andrew’s family it would be a fantastic few days and wedding.
“I know dad will say he will organise everything but you can bet it will all be done by others and Brenda in charge of all the organising.”
Much later they all went to their cabins and just cuddled in and slept, except for one cabin of course.
“Who are you going to be tonight Jon?”
“Okay you fuck Andrew then!”
They may have four days in harbour but the work continued on general maintenance, cleaning, resupplying and refuelling which took the whole of the first day. After that they were free to enjoy what Colombo had to offer and there was a lot of it.
They all went off to find Mount Lavinia beach except Scott and Andrew, Scott had a long video call with William and by the time it was finished they were an hour behind everyone else. Andrew secured the hatch and they went down the gang way to go out of the harbour and find a taxi but were met by a Royal Naval officer who was about to come on board.
“Hello, I’m Scott Peterson and this is Andrew Bushman.” They all shook hands and the officer introduced himself.
“I am Sub Lieutenant Peter Walsh, one of the engineering officers on HMS Terrier. The captain asked me to come over and wondered if he could visit you sometime. He needs to discuss something urgently with you.”
“He didn’t say, but apparently it’s quite important. The communications officer will also come if that’s alright with you Captain.”
Scott told him 0900 the next day and then went off to find a taxi.
“Wonder what that’s all about?”
“I expect they want me to join the Navy and become an Admiral and you as my cabin boy.”
“Yeah, you could be right only the other way round.”
“The Royal Navy is fucked then.”
“You certainly would be.” They squeezed hands and forgot about the next day.
They found the crew after a slow stroll along the water’s edge just enjoying one another’s company and loving this time off from pirates. It was so beautiful and both at peace.
“When we get to Mumbai would you like to fly home for a week? I’m going to ask if anyone else wants to do the same, we can sail back with half crew.”
“Can I think about it? I don’t want to be away from you too long, but now you mention it, it would be great to see everyone again of course. Look out, troubles coming.” They looked at Marcel and Jon running at them in their tiny swim briefs and looking absolutely wonderful. They forced Scott and Andrew towards the water even though they were still in shorts and tops. Scott dumped the small back pack on the sand carrying their swim trunks and towels and allowed themselves to be “dragged” in. They had a great fight which Marcel and Jon happily lost and the pair of them a tad hard as there had been a lot of body contact.
They joined the others and spent an hour sunbathing and swimming, all very relaxed and enjoyable and even more so as they were aware of some really handsome guys who gave them a lot of smiles as they passed by and some sitting a short distance away just looking with many, “hoping.” Marcel and Jon were no different as they sat close to Scott and Andrew. Cunning pair of buggers!
Much later they found a food stall and eat a great sea food meal before going back to the ship for a few drinks to finish the day off.
“We have got the Captain and another officer from the Royal Navy ship visiting at 09 00 tomorrow, apparently they need to talk about something important, God knows what though, but no need for anyone to stay to find out, Andrew and I will meet them. What are you guys doing tomorrow?”
“Freddy and I are going to the market which is supposed to be a place not to miss then take in the National Museum and learn about the British, Dutch and Portuguese occupations of the country, I bet we don’t come out too well.” Reggie said.
They had all made their plans and either couples or groups were going their separate ways and arrangements made for them all to meet up at the Lagoon Restaurant at 8pm.
“I am in charge the day after tomorrow guys and we are going to Club Lush which will be of no surprise is gay and we will all assemble there by 9pm. Don’t be late.”
“Can we come with you two tomorrow?” Marcel asked Scott and Andrew.
“Course you can, we just love babysitting.” Andrew smiled at them.
“Now go to bed both of you, GO!” They shot out of the saloon laughing there lovely heads off.
Lieutenant Commander Dennis Waterman and Lieutenant James Thornton came up the gangway at 0900 on the dot and introduced themselves to Scott and Andrew, presumably Marcel and Jon were still shagging in their cabin.
“Welcome aboard the Lady Jean Peterson.” Scott introduced himself and Andrew. “Nice to meet you, would you like a tour?”
An hour later they were in their cabin drinking coffee.
“So Dennis, what’s all this about?”
“We are convinced you have had a tracker put on your ship Scott, in fact we know you have. We also need to talk to you and your first officer Paul Smith.”
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