And finally......? _________________________________________________________________
All were on the bridge except Louis and Paula, they were redressing Colin's damaged right bum cheek.
"He can't walk apparently because the wound keeps opening up. I will go down and lift him up here." With that Paul went below.
An hour before Scott had called the bridge meeting Louis had rang Paula and asked her if she would go to Colin's cabin with him and look at his wound. They knocked on his door and went in, he was still in his bunk and half smiled at them. "Why are you here and not sick bay?" Paula asked. "Oh, just felt like a change. I thought it would be ok." Colin looked at Louis and saw a dead pan expression on his face. Oh dear he's well pissed off, he thought. Paula went to him and pulled the duvet off, his shorts were covered in blood as was the towel under him and the bed sheets and duvet. Paula was furious and told him so. "What the fuck is the point in having a sick bay if you don't use it. This may only be a small wound, but you have got 5 stitches in and it's a place that easily bleeds if you move around too much. Turn over."
"Sorry."
"Sorry my ass!" Paula bust out laughing. It was not as bad as it looked and had in fact stopped bleeding. Paula said she would go and get everything they needed to clean and redress the wound. She left.
"Sorry I pissed you off Colin..............i'm sorry.........It's just, well I think.... He stopped talking not knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry about all this, I should have stayed in the sick bay and don't worry about pissing me off, I will be going back to my unit after this tour and I will forget everything. Will miss the crew though, some really nice people on here."
"SOME nice people?" There was no time for more as Paula came back in. She cleaned him up and put a new dressing on. Just as they finished Paul came in and told them Scott wanted everyone on the bridge. Paula grabbed Colin's pillows, he would need them to sit on.
They arrived on the bridge with Colin cradled in Paul's arms to the cheers of all the crew. Paula put the pillows on Scott's seat and Paul sat him down. "Ok Colin?" Scott asked "I'm fine skip thanks."
"Right, lots to get through. I had a long chat with my dad last night and it seems we have pissed off a lot of people because of our involvement yesterday. They even say we carried out an illegal act when we boarded the Sea Master and got in the way of an official rescue attempt. I don't believe a word of it, but try proving it!" Scott stopped speaking as all of them had a lot to say and none of it printable. They were all very angry to say the least.
"Ok, we are pissed off, but they will have the last word and my dad thinks there maybe legal action against him and me to force us to stop what we have been doing. As for me i'm just going to play along with it and will start to answer the media as they contact us, in fact they have been trying all night. I have turned the phones off, but will put them back on sometime. Still, before I do I have written this statement which I will be sending out later.
"The Jean Peterson will finish it's escort role as from today and will only defend herself if we are attacked during the time we sail out of these waters, or indeed should we ever sail in them sometime in the future. We will only respond to Mayday calls. Should we come across a situation that maybe of concern we will send a radio message to that effect, but will not get involved in any way just in case the military are engaged in planning some sort of response.
This was going to be the last escort anyway as the security company my father is involved in will be up and ready soon, but meanwhile he will have armed guards on his ships to protect them. The Jean Peterson was converted as a search and rescue ship, but with the additional role of escorting my fathers ships through pirate seas. We have been very successful on all counts regardless of the professional critics who say shit loads of shit and do shit all. (I apologize for saying professional.) The Jean Peterson and her crew have a very credible record which includes.........,
Rescuing six Icelandic trawler men on our maiden voyage. Beat off four attacks on the Jean Peterson. Beat off three attacks on my fathers ships. Rescuing 26 crew and their ship by over powering an armed attack against them. Liaised with a US Naval Force commander so we could feed back any information to him that could be of use in his operations. Welcoming US Naval personnel to sail with us to gain experience about a highly professional and successful ship.
During all 10 of our actions not one person has been killed or seriously injured. In fact we have saved 6 lives during the time the Jean Peterson has been at sea and released a very valuable ship and it's cargo and the crew of 26 from a very uncertain future."
"End of statement."
"Right, we are going home and if Neil, Colin, Gerry and you George want me to, I can put you off in Port Elizabeth. Have a talk amongst yourselves guys and let me know." He turned to marine Colin. "I except your people will want you back as soon as possible Colin. So you may have to fly home as well." Colin shot a look at Louis. "I'm fine to go back any time skip, will miss the Jean though." "He is not fit to travel, not for a week at least and if he went he would only be put on sick leave and he could have that here." Louis looked at Colin and hoped he would agree. Colin did not seem that bothered though. "At least I would be home with my family and I would look forward to that." Louis gave up. Jan stopped any talk about what Scott had said and Louis and Colin as well. "Skip I have been tracking a ship it's coming straight at us and is 10 miles north west. Think she is in a hurry, she is at about 25 knots."
"I bet it's the Royal Navy." Scott said. "Paul would you and the boys get all the weapons and ammo on to the flight deck please, because that's the only reason she is coming as far as I can see. Then get the Apaches clear for them to drop off her crew. They may want you too Colin. PAUL! He called out." "Yes skip?" "Not the rifle, they are not having that, it belongs to the US Navy."
HMS Broadway came to their starboard side and closed to their speed. Shortly after that her helicopter took off and hovered over the flight deck and two people came down on a line. They uncoupled the hook and the helicopter flew off back to her ship. Scott went to the Lieutenant Commander and introduced himself. The officer did not take the offer of Scott's hand. Scott turned to the other officer a Lieutenant, but he too declined to be a gentleman.
"We are here to collect the weapons and ammunition and the Marine. I see you have the weapons, please get the Marine." Scott was boiling, but kept cool.
"Yes, as you can see THOSE are weapons and THAT is ammunition. The Marine is injured and is in sick bay. You will need to talk to the Doctor about him. BUT before you say anything let me register my disgust that one, your Captain did not ask my permission for you to come on board, which would not have been refused and two, the bad manners you and this officer have shown in not introducing yourselves or shaking hands. Were the hell did they find you lot, Homophobics R Us? Follow me." Scott turned and went to the sick bay.
The senior ignoramus told Colin to get up and get dressed. "You are going over to the Broadway." Colin started to get out of the bed. "Stay where you are!" Everyone looked at Louis. "He is MY patient and he has a wound in his buttocks. It is not serious, but he is running a high temperature, also he is still bleeding and as the medical authority on this ship I refuse to give permission for him to be moved. Unless I get from your Captain a signed statement that he will take full responsibility for his medical welfare and it states that my own responsibility ends with his transfer, he stays here! And one more thing, I will be reporting this to the General Medical Council within the hour IF he is transferred!" Scott could have hugged him. Lt. Cmdr Whatshisname did not take it too well, but had to ask Scott if he could use the radio. Scott led the way to the bridge. There was quite an exchange between this guy and his Captain and eventually the Captain had no choice but to agree Colin should stay. Senior Fart put the handset down and followed Scott back out to the flight deck.
The helicopter hovered over the Jean and Scott told everyone to go inside leaving the two officers to load the guns ect. "As soon as they are clear go full ahead. We are going home." As soon as the helicopter was out of the way Andrew opened the throttles and all of them once again hung on as the Jean sped away. Had it not been for the fact that Louis was holding onto Colin while he kissed him, he would have fallen out of bed! They had cleared the air it seemed and Colin's temperature had gone back to normal.
An hour before the RN ship turned up Louis was in the sick bay pretending to be busy. Colin could see that and looked away so Louis could not see his smile. Louis was a crap actor and eventually Colin took pity on him. "Oh for fuck's sake come here and kiss me! Louis in his haste dropped the drawer he had just tidied. Paula came in as Louis got to Colin, spun round and went out again. "Why is it men take SO fucking long in realizing the obvious?"
"What happens now?" Louis asked. "No idea, but i'm not going to loose you. One way or another we will find a way and if I have to give up the Marines, then I will and if you argue about it I wont let you fuck me when my bum gets better."
Over the next two days Scott was involved in talking to tv news stations from all over the place. He was asked the same questions and gave the same answers. It all became a bit predictable, but like everything else it soon became old news and the media would turn their interest to some different and more important "breaking news," like a celebrity or "star" who had yet another face lift and was being fucked by a different celebrity or "star!" Still, the Jean and the crew may have taken a back seat as far as news interest was concerned, but they sure had a gay following which would ensure a full passenger quota when they began their new sea life. In fact they could fill it many times over, not that anyone knew about it just yet, there was a lot of work to be done first.
Neil, Colin, Gerry and George opted to be taken to Port Elizabeth and fly home from there. They thought that now there was extra time because of the shortened time at sea they could get the restaurant up and running quicker. It was going to be a bitch seeing them go, but everyone had to look to the future and make a new life. As always the leaving party was a pretty quiet affair and the parting difficult. The Jean was rapidly changing as well and would never be the same, but even for her there was a new life to look forward to and this one would be, hopeful, much more peaceful, but still with a hell of a lot of love.
Scott ordered "stop engines" and after the officials had done their checks they were free to organise a leaving party, but like the other ones it was a bit muted. These guys would be missed terribly and it was more of a wake than a party. Finally it was time for them to go and all of them suffered badly and when the taxi had gone out of sight, they went back inside and made themselve's busy.
Even though they were down four crew now, the loss of numbers was not so critical as of course the escorts had ended and with 10 crew remaining that was more than enough to crew the ship and in fact only two could manage the ship on watch. Essential work was of course on going, but even then there would be much more off watch time.
"Would you like to have Marcell and Jon visit again Andrew?" Andrew's arms were still tightly wrapped round Scott's body having only just shot into him. He was still coming back to land and his breathing beginning to get back to normal. "Christ you do have some lousy timing. Still, give me five minutes and I will go get them!" He withdrew from Scott, put him on his back and laid on top and kissed him. "Yes my love I would like that and i'm sure they would as well." "Well, all four of us are off together for 10 hours from 9 tonight, so if you want to invite them go ask them and we can plan what we will get up too!"
Andrew found them out on the flight deck having finished their checks and were about to cover the Apaches up. "Hi you two are you missing not flying so much now?" They turned and smiled at him and as usual looked great. "Just a bit Andrew, but we are looking forward to when we sail again. Scott said he would have some news about our training when we get back home." Marcell said and Jon knodding. "Well perhaps he will have something to tell you about that tonight if you would like to come to our cabin, say about 9? We are all off for 10 hours and so plenty of time to talk." They need not have to be asked twice. "Oh yes Andrew, we have been waiting to be invited again." Jon spoke for both of them.
Scott had been busy and after a lot of work on plans of the ship had sent them off to his father. William had cleared a dry dock to take the Jean and work to begin two weeks after they got back. All the work was expected to take 6 months and during that time Andrew, Marcell and Jon would be busy training at his fathers workshops, after three weeks holiday. William had found work on a cruise ship for Janet and Paula to gain experience to help them organise the domestic needs of passengers, but had a lot of their own ideas. Paul and Thomas had just learnt they had positions on the O9 and would sail with her after she returned from Australia in 10 weeks time. Colin would return to his unit and Louis had got a senior position at one of the Portsmouth hospitals. Colin would most probably leave the marines, that career and being with a gay partner was not a good mix, at least that's what they thought. Scott would help him get a new job, he knew his father had connections all over the place. Scott would need to appoint 2 chefs and 2/3 other crew.
Right on time the boys knocked on their door and both Scott and Andrew opened it, they just had shorts on. They came together and kissed one another deeply and with a lot of feeling. Scott and Andrew removed their tops and once again they all stood there running their hands over each others bodies. Scott and Jon were standing facing and they went to the couch and Scott sat down. He would never tire of looking at the whole of Jon's body and this was one of them. He stood there while Scott bought his hands behind each thigh and gently stroked from the back of his knees to just under his shorts looking all the time at the front of them as they tented further and further out. Scott gently kissed the end and at the same time ran the back of his hands inside Jon's thighs, under his shorts and took his lovely sacks into both of them. Andrew bought Marcell over and they both kissed Scott and Jon and went to the bed were Andrew laid Marcell down and took both his and Marcell's shorts off. He laid next to him, wrapped arms and legs around this lovely man and they kissed for a long time.
Scott and Jon had watched them and looked at one another and smiled. Scott took Jon's shorts off and took his beautiful cock in his hand and bought the foreskin over the head and back fully exposing his lovely head. He kissed and licked it bringing sighs of pleasure from Jon. After much of this Scot finally sank the whole shaft into his mouth and blew Jon from base to head and back again many many times. Jon bought Scott to his feet and omce again they kissed and then down Scott's body and now on his knees dropped Scott's shorts down and as soon as his cock strung out he swallowed it while Scott held his head. Scott looked across to the bunk and saw Marcell behind Andrew rimming him which turned him on even more watching and listening to the sounds comeing from both of them.
Jon now laid on the couch and bought Scott on top of him and again they kissed with Jon wrapping his arms and legs around Scott's magnificent body. He kissed his way down and after a while sucking him, pulled Jon's legs up and exposed his sweet button where Scott spent many a minute driving Jon crazy with his tongue. Jon turned and now Scott had even more access and as his tongue entered into him he cried out to be fucked. Scott took himself to Jon's door and after just a gentle push he was in and continued until the whole shaft was filling Jon's tunnel. He was bringing them both so close, but Jon asked to be taken to join the others and so Scott stod up with Jon still impailed onto him walked them both over to lay besides Andrew and Marcell. Andrew was inside Marcell and both were having a wonderful time. Both boys were on their backs, but facing in opposite ways. Scott and Adndrew were fucking them and could now kiss one another as they did.
Everyone was getting too close too quickly and so Scott and Andew withdrew and laid back on top of the boys kissing them. Scott took Marcell's cock and Andrew Jon's and like that they remained until Andrew and Scott swopped and were greeted with hugs, smiles and kisses. Andrew then placed Scott on his side and the other three got to work on him. Andrew kissed him Jon blew him and Marcell rimmed him, Scott just grabbed a cock that he could reach and was in heaven as they all worked on his body. Now they swopped places and it was now Jon back on his mouth whils Andrew rimmed and Marcell blew. They had not finished and now laid him on his back with the boys encouraging Andrew to fuck himself on Scott, Marcell sat on Scott's face and kissed Andrew and Jon laying sroking Scott's thighs and Scott wanking him.
After a long time like that Andrew drew off of Scott and told him they were going to fill both boys with their cum. Scott already in dreamland and therefore more than compliant took Jon while Andrew took Marcell and with both boys laying side by side and kissing each other, Scott and Andrew pushed their legs up and entered them and as one they stroked into these two beautiful boys. As they fucked them they kissed one another bringing themselfes further to wards the top and after some time both could see the other about to fall over that top. They suddenly pushed the boys legs down and lent over them and kissed. Their bodies tensed and as one they shot time and again into each of their boys. Gasping for air they sank onto them and laid like that for many a minute, recovering.
It seemed Andrew had taken the role of master of ceremonies and after a long time kissing he asked them to make love to one another while he and Scott cuddled in and watched while Marcell and Jon got into a 69 and like that bought the other to completion swallowing the lot. Scott and Andrew were saving themselves for later.
They laid together partner to partner, but each playing with one another and it was not long before Scott and Andrew were ready to go again and now Scott entered Marcell while Jon welcomed Andrew into him. They fucked into them and kissed as they did. Scott was some way in front of Andrew this time and it was not long before once again his body became as hard as iron, remained still and then he exploded into the lovely Marcell, time and time again. Watching all this bought Andrew to his time and as he called out, so his cock did and he gave Jon all his love. The boys now had three loads inside them one from each other and one each from Scott and Andrew. All four of them could not be happier.
They needed a shower just to give them time to recover a little. When they went back to the bunk each partner cuddled into the other and even slept for a while. Scott woke with Marcell sucking him. He smiled and looked across at Andrew, Jon was sucking HIM! It was time for something different and after a long time with all four in a circle sucking one another. Andrew, directing again, got himself and Scott onto their fronts and waited for Jon to enter Scott and Marcell to go into Andrew. It was amazing as both boys fucked them while they kissed one another and even came themselves as the boys shot into them! Now they were all knackered and all dropped off into a deep sleep all cuddled up together.
Jon was the first to wake up and found himself laying on Scott's stomack. He looked down and saw Scott's limp cock and took hold of it and played with it and his balls. He moved very carefully and took Scott into his mouth. He felt his own cock being held and knew it was Andrew. Marcell was still asleep, but not for long as Andrew left Jon's cock and held Marcell instead. Gradually they all woke up. Scott bought Jon up to the pillows and Andrew bought Marcell and with their mouths joined to each boy they stroked them until they cried out and shot over the four of them. Scott and Andrew then laid back and the boys watched as they wanked and all looked as their cum shot from them and joined the cream already delivered by the boys.
It was to be the last time they would be together like this for a very long time.
The four of them laid back propped up against the head board. Scott's arm was around Marcell with Jon next to him. Andrew's arm around Jon's shoulders. They sat quietly each thinking about all that had happened, all with very happy memories. Scott and Andrew lent to the the boys and kissed them and at the same time the phone rang. Scott cussed and reached over to pick the phone off it's hook.
"Hello?" The others did not take much notice until Scott suddenly let go of Marcell, sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His next words were chilling.
"Dead? Dad's DEAD?" He listened to Brenda and was aware of movement behind him, the others were getting out of bed and dressing. Marcell and Jon left and Andrew, also dressed, sat next to Scott.
"Scott he died as I was about to leave him after I had put him to bed. He seemed absolutely fine. He just looked at me and told me to give you and Andrew all his love and say sorry." His last words were, "I'm going to go to Jean. Scott, as soon as he said that, he just died. I just can't....................." She finally broke down and could not speak. Scott's mind was in termoil and it would take a long time before all this sunk in.
At long last after many questions to Brenda he was told his father had been taken to the Royal Hampshire Hospital where they would carry out an autopsy. He called his fathers PA she was in a terrible state and had to really consentrate hard on to Scott's intructions.
"We are about 150 miles off of Cape Verde. I'm going to go there and I need you to get a charter flight for me. We should dock in about 6 hours. If you can have a car waiting and when we know what time we get to Southampton have Thomas waiting." He put the phone back and sat there with Andrew's arm around him. "Do you want me to tell the crew Scott?" Scott looked at him and tried to smile. "Yes please love and tell Paul to make for Port Praia at full speed. I need to see him and you after you tell the crew whats happening you come back with him please." Andrew kissed him and left. Scott went for a shower and after got dressed into a clean uniform.
"I am so sorry skip. There are no words, but just know we are all feeling for you right now." Paul wanted to hug his Captain, but did not feel he could.
" Thanks Paul. I just need to get home. Look, I need you to get the Jean to Southampton and secure her and then everyone just carry on as planned. You know you will have to stay on the Jean don't you Andrew, first engineer and all that. I will send Thomas to pick you up in Southampton." Andrew knew he did not have a choice, but was going to hate the next 10 days.
Scott mangaged to say goodbye to everyone and a long time in their cabin saying goodbye to Andrew. They all stood and watched him go and everyone feeling empty and sad not only about Scott's circumstances, but a dreadful end to the Jean's final return to home as a former escort ship. They had all been looking forward to a new life, but this happening was a disaster for all. Andrew felt it more than any of them which is understandable, but he had a lot of support from true friends. He could not wait to get back to Scott and give HIM the support he was going to need getting through all this. He would indeed become even more of a rock to Scott than ever before.
Sir Scott Peterson, Andrew and all the Jean Peterson's crew past and present, and many employees of William's as well as business associates as well as Andrew's family stood with Scott as finally his father was laid to rest. It was a beautiful Autum day and quite warm. A month had past since William had died and although much had happened Scott was still living in a sort of vacum and it was Andrew and William's PA who was at the center of all that needed to be organised, arranged meetings, took calls and generally took as much pressure off Scott that they were able to. Now that the funeral was over, Scott would begin to take control and start a new life that he had no choice over. His grief would be his, but this time he had Andrew by him to help him through what so many of us have experienced.
The next three months were busy in that Scott would be taking control of his fathers businesses which now belonged to him. William knew he was dying as the autopsy confirmed what he already knew. He had a heart condition that he kept secret from Scott, but even the end came quicker than any one thought. After talking to William's doctor Scott was convinced his father actually wanted to die. His father wanted to be with his mother again.
William had done much work and the outcome of all of it was the business interests in the States had gone as well as the London resturant. His major share in the investment company remained, but it was the shipping company that remained untouched and now belonged to Scott as William's heir. In a statement read out during the reading of the will, William had asked Scott to take the title, "as a continuation of your mothers and my lives." Scott could not refuse his fatheres wish, but would rearly ever use it. Much later Andrew would not let him forget, but only after many months went by and Scott found happier days. To sum it all up, Scott had become a very wealthy man much sooner that he ever expected or wanted to be. But he was and had to get on with it.
During all this time Andrew, Marcell and Jon began work at, now, Scott's ship yard and worked almost exclusivly on the convertion of the Jean, but it would take longer to get to sea now that Scott was invovled in all that he needed to consentrate on. Still, it was nice to see them all go off to work every day and come home at about 6pm. It only took 40 minutes to get there and back and Andrew was comfortable driving on the wrong side of the road now! Marcell and Jon lived with them and for Brenda it was a good thing, she like everyone had been badly effected with the loss as it was she who had the most contact with William. Marcell and Jon were still very young and as they were so full of life nobody could stay sad or unhappy for long and if it be known, William would have approved and even been greatful to the boys for helping to repair the loss of his passing.
The Jean was now completed and was once again back at her mooring. Outwardly she looked very much the same, the main difference being the extention to the flight deck right back to the stern which gave more space as this would now be the passenger deck where they would spend most of their outdoor time. Below decks was where most of the work had been carried out. What was the sick bay and ward was now the passanger dining and social areas. What had been the saloon one deck below had been converted into six cabins. The galley remained were it was and all meals would be sent up in a lift. The bow had been largely converted into crew accomodation, a sick bay and gym. Dircetly below Scott's and Andrew's cabin a large space would now be Scott's office from where he would control and oversee the Ocean Shipping Company and his investment port folio with a direct line to everyone all that he was now owner of by video links. Also in this office he had all the equipment you would see on the bridge, radars, weather, speed, position and course as well as a bank of instuments pertinent to engine information.
As soon as everything was ready, he, Andrew, Marcell and Jon would leave the house and go to the Jean so they could finish off work that needed to be done and Scott to test out his office and start running his business from there.
Jan and Paula returned full of life and could not wait for the Jean to welcome their first passengers, but there would be another month to wait and Scott sent everyone away for two weeks holiday while he and Andrew finalised the appointments of the new crew. Jan and Paula went off for time with their families and Jon and Marcell went to Iceland to see theirs.
Because of William's passing life for all of them had changed beyond all recognition, but after a huge amount of work and effort from everyone, the Jean Peterson was ready to leave on her first passenger sailing 10 months later.
Scott's and Andrew's private life had taken a back seat as all this was going on, but their love for one another was even stronger. They were both still in love with Marcell and Jon as they were with Scott and Andrew. They had not met socially since the time Scott had been informed of William's death, but they would again there was no doubt about that.
Andrew had the engines started an hour before they were to set sail. He and Scott were on the bridge and Marcell and Jon out on deck with two new crew members. Jan and Paula were with their first set of passengers helping them to settle in and supervising the welcome party for later in the evening. The two new chefs were busy in the galley one of whom was Andrew's brother Shawn. He had come out to Andrew some months ago and Scott had no hesitation in taking him on, he was a brilliant cook. Two further crew were working behind the bar in the passenger lounge, both Chinese and beautiful young men. Down in the boat deck was the qualified scuba instructor showing a few passengers all the diving gear and the two RIB's that would play a very important part in their three week Artic voyage.
Scott lent over to Junior Captain Andrew Bushman and kissed him. Andrew turned to his love and smiled. "Ready Scott?" "Ready Captain, have a good trip."
Andrew ordered the lines off and he took the Jean Peterson away from the mooring and headed out into the Southampton Water. He turned and smiled at Scott again.
"Dalvik, first stop."
THE END
And there we have the story of the Jean Peterson. Thankyou for reading and the nice comments that you have sent very nice. I have the another story in my head called, "A year in the life of Reginald." Will start to write.....sometime!
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