SANDPIPER
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Book Two
Chapter 10
I have read and been told many times that if you get a group of Gays together you will always have conflicts. Well that was not Sandpiper. Even with the obvious partnerships aboard Sandpiper, I hardly ever heard a cross word. Sure there were minor frictions between the crew, but that was normal in everyday life too among a group of straights.
The crew always worked out their differences and if they couldn't resolve it them selves they always voiced their problem so everyone could help.
Looking at my crew, some you would believe were no older than kids, yet even Diep, who looked no more than 15, was actually 19. I'd thought he was younger until Jason handed me his passport application. I sent it off to Micronesia for a diplomatic passport.
Steven, the young Marine found time off duty to spend more time with us and I found out through Jake, he was into the kinky side of sex. I figured he'd end up in Jake and Randy's bed once he came on board.
Sandpiper was finished her refit and was ready to leave anytime. Jason was not yet ready to present his plans to the family. He said he need a few more days. Diep I saw was always close by where ever Jason went. It was almost like those two were joined at the hip although I think cock would have been more appropriate. At just slightly over five foot and I'm sure not much more than 100lbs, Diep was the smallest of my crew and yet he took Jason's beer can cock like it was just normal. Jason told me his five inch cock did wonders inside him. It brought to mind David and Goliath.
There had not been another word about the Pau Pau, but I was still planning on heading west to the Marshalls.
I finally sat down one day with Captain Smith, USN to discuss what had been done to Sandpiper.
They had practically rebuilt both the main and auxiliary engines. Changed out the filters and tuned in the water jet engines. The water skies had been checked along with my Jeep. The biggest change was a newer version of the 76mm under the bow. Extensive changes had been done. The actual gun itself had been moved aft by 3 feet to accommodate the new magazines. Also two more magazines had been added giving Sandpiper a wider range of choices in ammo. Now not only did we have star shells, and high explosive, we had proximity fused rounds and AP. Jake had mentioned those before, but I had always said no, but with the new gun they had added them anyway. I'd find out in the future if they were really needed. All the work had added another 2000 pounds to Sandpiper, but trials had shown that it did not slow her down.
John had told me that after the three months were up here on American Samoa, he was retiring. He'd already put down money on a small house on the Island. That brought me the next problem I had to solve.
A single bylaw here on the island almost stopped our acquisition of the Imperial Beach Hotel. It required that at least one shareholder in the ownership of land or property had to live in American Samoa.
"John, I'd like you to think very seriously about a proposition I have for you."
"Okay Ed. What's on your mind?"
I told him the problem we had with ownership of the hotel and other properties.
"I'd like to offer you the position of Manager, overall manager of the hotel, recreation complex and other properties we are presently negotiating for here in Samoa."
"Nice, but I don't own any part of Sandpiper Corporation."
"Well we are prepared to sell you a share."
"Just one share." He laughed.
"Well when you hear the price you might balk at even buying that one."
"So how much?"
"Fifty thousand Dollars US."
"Before you say anything, I explain how this all works."
I explained how the Sandpiper Family Corporation had been originally set up and everything that had changed.
"Up until now and in the near future you won't see any dividends from that share. However once those drill ships are done and the pipes hooked into the main pipelines in the gulf, you could probably retire a millionaire from that one share."
"That won't happen overnight. I don't expect much for at least a couple of years. I hope to have this resort up and fully in operation in under that."
"Also it's not like I want the 50 grand up front. You can pay for it during the life of your contract with us. That contract will be for five years. If in the event you decide to breach the contract, Sandpiper retains the right to buy back the share at cost."
"That sounds fair Ed. Where do I sign?"
Jason handed him the contract. He sat back smiling as he read it through. Then signed in the specified spots.
With an owner on board the sale and transfers of ownership went smoothly. In less than ten days, we were free to leave American Samoa.
Andy and the galley crew had been preparing Sandpiper for several days. Restocking our food and beverage supplies. Diep's new passport had arrived. Steven had expressed a definite interest in joining up with us. That would happen in a couple of months. His enlistment was up in 30 days.
Very early after almost a month in American Samoa, Sandpiper slipped her lines and stood out from Samoa. We'd be back; we had added another stop at out far flung holdings in the Pacific. There would be a lot water under the keel before we returned.
Our course was roughly North West. Very soon after moving out of sight of land Sandpiper went back to our usual ways. Very few clothes on anyone. Diep and Calvin walked around almost hard for the first few days. Sandpiper ran like a very expensive Swiss watch. The refit had fixed or tuned in all her instruments and parts.
One of the changes made to Sandpiper that I completely agreed with was that in the lounge, sliding walls could be moved out to make small individual Staterooms. This solved the sleeping arrangements on Sandpiper. Diep was not into hard core sex like Jason, Jake and Randy had been into. To accommodate that, Jason and Diep took one of the small staterooms made up each evening in the lounge. Both still slept with Jake and Randy on occasion, but weren't forced to be there all the time. Made things much easier for all on Sandpiper.
When Steven joined us I Figured that arrangement would become permanent.
Adding Calvin didn't change anything for me. I usually had three boys in my bed every night. One of the pairs used one of the small staterooms. Meant having more fun with just three to satisfy.
I spent many hours in the office at the back of the bridge going over everything I could find out about Pau Pau. The whole crew knew I was worried about Timatu and what might happen if that rogue warship happened to hit the Island. It was far enough away from the Capital of the Marshalls to be an easy target.
I was sitting in the center chair on the flying bridge. Rad had the Conn. Sandpiper was on autopilot cruising at an economical speed of 55 knots. I was brooding, not a good thing to do with hot looking boys wandering on and off the bridge. Now normally when I ran out of beer, one of the boys would materialize to get me another. Not this time.
I stepped down from my chair, dropped the empty in the bucket and grabbed another. Rad was looking in the Radar repeater. Then he wandered back over to the starboard station. I walked over and ran my hand over his very brown butt. "Ed, I still got two hours." He giggled.
"I know love, just wanted a kiss."
"Well considering where your hand is I'd say you want something else too."
"I can wait two hours Rad."
I was about to say something else when Jake walked onto the bridge.
"Ed, if you can drag yourself away from Rad, I got some ideas to run past you."
"Sure Jake." I gave Rad a quick kiss and followed Jake to my office.
He walked to the huge laminated map on the wall. It had all the places the Pau Pau had been seen marked with a grease pencil.
"Okay. From all I could gleam from the reports of Pau Pau, she has to be operating from an Island somewhere in Banda Sea. Now there are thousands of Island where she could hole up."
"Now I'm pretty sure that self styled Emperor knows approximately where we are most of the time. That first sighting was no accident. She was looking for intelligence. You can bet he has sympathizers on most islands in the Pacific and know we were at American Samoa. They probably know we are heading for the Marshalls too. They won't know why."
"What I suggest Ed, is that we head for Port Moresby. There we let it be known we are going to Beagle Bay Resort for some down time. That means we have to cross the Aratora Sea. That's this one between Darwin in NT and Papua New Guinea."
Jake unrolled another map onto my desk. It was a larger version of the one on the wall showing the islands closer.
"How fast do you think she would come out if we broke down enroute to Beagle Bay?"
"You want to use Sandpiper as bait. I'm not sure about that Jake. She is definitely better armed than we are. Just one lucky hit and Sandpiper is history."
"Just hear me out Ed."
"I'm listening Jake, but you need a real good argument for me to deliberately put Sandpiper in harms way."
"We know Australia has a Destroyer and two Frigates in Darwin. The US Seventh Fleet left Pearl Harbor last Wednesday. They are taking the southern route to the Persian Gulf. Showing the flag is what they call it. I'm very sure a request from you through the Secretary of State would get them on side with what I have in mind."
"I'm listening."
"This is the published route of the Seventh Fleet. They are scheduled to hit Guam, Micronesia and then across to the Marshalls. From the Marshalls they are supposed to head south to Sydney Australia. With a little arm twisting, I think you could get their next stop changed to Darwin. If the Seventh Fleet was at Darwin, their aircraft are only two hours from where we supposedly break down."
"Now our radar is good for fifty miles give or take. The Pau Pau's radar is good to almost a hundred. They would paint us in their Radar doing 15 knots. Even at 35 knots, it would take Pau Pau at least 3 hours to close with us and maybe more to get in range to hit us. However I don't think Pau Pau wants to sink Sandpiper. I suspect they would want to capture her."
"WE would have her exact position and speed once she comes within our Radar range. We could also open fire on her at about 14,000 Meters, where she will need to be near 12000 meters for her analog directors to paint their fall of shot. Our radar controlled gun gives us a huge advantage. At fifty miles she's is also just 2 and half hours at 1300 MPH from Darwin. A Marine F18A can do 1300 MPH. One anti-ship missile from even one F18 will sink her or disable her."
"This is all dependant on me being able to change the plans of the US Navy. Those plans are set up months in advance. I doubt they will go for it Jake."
"Ed all I'm saying is we try. The US, Australia, New Zealand and every other country around this area knows the Pau Pau is destabilizing the area and needs to be destroyed or taken. All I'm asking is you try."
"Oh I'll try Jake. I'm just sure even I don't pull that kind of weight in Washington."
Maybe not Washington, but you might with the Navy."
"Yeah right." I laughed.
I sat back and picked up the Fleet Schedule. I saw they were going to be at Palikir for their Independence Day celebrations. That might work in our favor.
I read the bio on Admiral Cook, NC, DFC. He was old school sailor and a stickler for protocol. He had a very distinguished career to that point. This posting to the Bush would be his last before retirement.
I looked again at the fleet schedule. They were due in Guam in five days and stay five days. Then move to Micronesia, with a short refueling stop in Tallinn. Tallinn was 3500 miles from our present position.
I was pretty sure the Seventh would use the outside passage down the eastern edge of Micronesia to get to Palikir. They wouldn't want to get tangled up the several hundred fishing boats using the inside passage. That gave me an idea. It would depend a lot on my Father in Law.
I sat back and called Geo on the satellite phone.
It took a little arm twisting, but finally got him to agree to meet me in Tallinn in 8 days with the three ships of the Micronesian Navy. I might have some pull with the US Navy, but as Governor of Micronesia, he had more. I called Jake up to my office and outlined what I had set up.
"Eight days is nothing. We could be there in 48 hours at speed. I think we'll hole up some place, save on fuel."
Looking at a large scale map of the South West Pacific, it looked pretty void of any islands. You would be very mistaken. There were thousands of islands. Most just dots on the map and most without even names listed. Some were inhabited, but most were not. Jake set course for one that was about 600 miles from Tallinn. He also increased speed to ninety knots, our maximum cruise speed. That would put us there in five days.
A lot of my plan depended on how much of a stickler for protocol Admiral Cook was.
I got up and grabbed cold beer from the small fridge. I sat down on the leather couch to relax.
A brown head stuck into the office.
"Busy Ed?" "Never too busy for you Rad. Come in the close the hatch." I heard the distinctive sound of the bolt going home.
"Grab a beer and sit down."
He didn't bother with the beer, just came over and sat down beside me. I looked into his eyes. They smoldered with unabashed love.
"Will you make love to me Ed?"
"Sure Babe, but I better take care of this first." I said as I gripped his cock.
"Oh careful. I've been so horny since you were on the bridge."
I unsnapped his shorts. Push the zipper down. He lifted his butt as I pulled them down. Not waiting I dropped onto his very hard spike. As I deep throated his cock, he thrust up and three spurts of his salty sperm shot into my throat. I continued to suck his cock and he shuddered and another long stream of his cumm shot into my mouth.
"Hair triggered love." I laughed.
I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my shorts. His eyes had a pleading like I never screwed him before. As I knelt on the couch he pulled his legs back exposing that beautiful pucker. I dropped and ran my tongue up his crack and over that pucker. It flexed under my tongue assault.
"Oh God please Ed."
After getting him real wet, I brought my cock up to that small pucker. As I pushed against it, it opened like an iris. My cock slid into his super heated canal. No matter how many times these Thai boys had a cock inside them, they were always tight. I always started slow. It wouldn't last. His pleading for faster and harder soon got me hammering his hot ass. I didn't last as long as I wanted and as I started to cumm, Rad wrapped his legs around my waist, effectively holding me deep inside him.
I love you so much Ed. I wish you were always in me."
I love you too Rad, but you know I have to share."
"Well I wish sometimes I didn't." He said.
He was no different than all my sons and lovers. They all wanted just me.
He finally released me and I sat up. He dropped and sucked my cock clean before just leaning into me. We heard some noise at the hatch, but being locked on the inside no one could get in.
"Think we should let them in?"
"Nope." He giggled.
There was another way into my upper office. The spiral stairs from the lower bridge office didn't have a hatch. If who ever wanted in was thinking they'd be up those stairs shortly.
After just sitting and holding each other, more time to come down from the rush, Rad opened the hatch. No one was waiting.
Rad grabbed a beer, gave me real good kiss and pranced out of the office. One upmanship at it again.
No one would be mad at Rad coz he enjoyed an afternoon with me. Any of the others if they had come before Rad would have got the same. It was almost a contest sometimes to see who could find me alone for long enough to get what Rad did.
Of course I knew I would get tag teamed in bed that night. A better word would be ambushed, but I knew I would enjoy it.
The staccato burst from an M-60, brought me out of my thoughts. I headed down to the aft deck. Calvin, I saw was being instructed on the M-60. Brent was his instructor.
Jason had rigged a big slingshot from surgical hose. It would fire a basketball about 250 yards from Sandpiper. That was what they used for target practice.
Even though Jason was firing the balls well ahead of Sandpipers bow, at ninety knots it didn't take long to pass out of range of the M-60's. I also noticed that most of the balls were sunk before they got out of range. Brent was a damned good instructor.
Calvin had a mile wide grin on his face.
After the practice they sat down to clean the weapons.
"That was so cool Ed. I never fired a weapon before."
"Well you have an excellent instructor."
Brent really fit in with the crew. Not only was he senior on the M-60's, he was also a damned good chef along side the galley crew. Helping Andy put out some real authentic African food. I'm very glad he decided to stay with Sandpiper. His nine inch cock felt good too.
Thinking about Brent's cock, I knew it had been a long time since I had in my butt. That was something I was going to remedy. In fact there was several of my crew I loved to have inside me. The last time had been my birthday. That was a long time ago.
I saw Siam, My King of Thailand stretched out on a lounger near the stern. He was very seldom alone, with Jer close by. Jer was on KP duty today. Siam I loved more than life itself and knew I could never do without the young man. No so young anymore he was still number one in my heart. Sure Calvin filled part of me and I loved Calvin very, very much, but Siam would also fill number one spot as long as I lived.
It had taken me a long time to recognize how much Siam meant to me. When he first came aboard he was just another of the very willing Thai boys I had rescued. It wasn't until I was away from Sandpiper that I learned how much we both loved each other. Now no other could bring such peace to my mind.
I walked to the lounger and sat down beside him.
His eyes snapped open when I sat down. Then got bigger. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me.
"I love you Ed Somers"
I love you too Siam. More than you will ever understand. I could no more live with out you than I could without Sandpiper. You are now and always will be number one."
"In the very near future I will be taking Sandpiper in harms way. Sandpiper will be bait to lure Pau Pau out of her base. Before that happens I want to prove to my crew that I love them as much as I love Sandpiper or anyone on board. Can you help me set a night where I get all my crew?"
"You want to get gang banged again?" He giggled.
"Yes."
"Ed, you have nothing to prove to the crew. They know you love them all." "Well I want to reinforce that Siam. Some I might not see again after this. I pray it won't happen, but I remember the last time Sandpiper went into battle."
Okay Ed."
"You can make sure you are number one." I kissed him.
Well that night it was ambush, with six very horny boys in bed with me. The Antics went on well into the morning hours. I woke up with Calvin draped over me and Jer and Siam spooned next to Calvin. I gently rubbed his smooth butt. He lifted his head.
"Good morning Love." I leaned over and kissed him.
"Ugh. Morning breath." He said.
"You taste just fine to me baby." I pushed him flat.
I ran my tongue down over his nipples and then slipped his soft cock into my mouth.
"No." He said too late as his salty piss shot into my mouth.
I drained him and slipped my tongue down to his balls. He sat bolt upright.
"Not that Ed."
When he sat up he woke Jer and Siam. He climbed out from between us. I leaned over and slipped Jer's cock into my mouth. He just let loose. After draining him I did Siam. Siam then leaned over and did me.
When I looked at Calvin he had a weird look on his face.
"Problem love?"
"No I just didn't think you would do that. I kind of like it too."
"Well if you had let me I'd have rimmed you too."
"Yeah. I thought you might, but I'm so dirty back there."
We all went for the shower. Sure felt better afterward.
Clean shorts and t-shirts, we all headed up for breakfast or coffee. Coffee for me and breakfast for them. I grabbed a carafe of coffee and headed for the bridge. Jake was on the helm.
"Morning Jake. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, every things in the green. We'll start on some of the cosmetic changes today. We can get the screens down and rig the chains. Most of the upper works will be done before arrive at 327."
Most of the small islands without names in the Pacific had numbers. We were headed toward one of those.
"Most of the waters around these numbered Islands are uncharted. We'll have to arrive after sunup. I've adjusted our speed accordingly."
"Sounds good Jake."
"God I hope this works." I said to no one.
"Relax Ed. Once we are done, no one will recognize Sandpiper."
"As long as the Pau Pau doesn't, is all I care about."
God I hoped Jake was right and everything worked the way we hoped. It scared the shit out of me that Sandpiper might take a hit from a 76mm gun. I knew the damage that gun had done in Micronesia. I also still remembered the crewman I had lost.
I watched as some of crew started to strip the bow of the screens and couches. They'd go into storage until this was over. I guess Sandpiper was going to going full circle from her very beginning as a Vosper Fast Torpedo Boat.
No use brooding about it. I was committed now. I headed down to the lounge. Nothing would change in here. It was aft all the work was going on. Jason had already marked out lines on the deck and some of the crew was building temporary walls.
Three and a half days later Jake slowed to crawl to enter the small lagoon of Island 327.
Island 327 was horseshoe shaped with ends of the horse shoe pointing WSW. Inside the small lagoon there was barely enough room for Sandpiper to turn around. When I looked, I doubted there was more than 20 feet under the keel. There was fairly heavy jungle on the two spits.
After anchoring, Sandpiper just sat. Absolute silence, not a bird or even breath of wind rippled the water.
All three Zodiacs were swung out. Now the real work would be done.
"Ed, most of the heavy lifting has been done. Why not take your boys and hit the beach. Mostly painting and with this number we will just be getting each others way."
"Sounds good Jake."
It sure didn't take any persuading to get all my boys in the water and swimming for the beach.
As the boys cavorted in the surf, I sat on the sand and looked at my Yacht. Already the temporary walls were changing her appearance. Effectively I was making Sandpiper disappear off the face of the earth.
I thought about what was in motion now.
Geo, My Father in Law, would have contacted the Seventh Fleet and requested permission to join the Escort of the Bush as it made its entrance into Palikir. Admiral Cook, as protocol conscience as he was would put the Micronesian Ships in the Vanguard of the Escort. Among that escort would be a small, Class unknown warship. Conspicuous by its absence would be the pure white yacht Sandpiper. It was hoped that no one would investigate that small gunboat.
The so called Emperor, would have no idea where Sandpiper was. She had left American Samoa and disappeared.
Two and a half days at Island 327 had completely changed Sandpiper. Inside I knew nothing had changed, but outside, no longer the sleek lines of Sandpiper. The fake walls and dome changed her completely. To think I had taken a page from History where some Royal Navy and others had used paint to make there ships look better armed to scare other warships. Sandpiper's weapons hadn't changed, but for all intents and purposes, Sandpiper no longer existed.
It saddened me that I had to go to this length to protect some things I held dear to my heart.
I had a quiet dinner on board. Most of the crew were either swimming or on the beach. I figured an early night was in order. Maybe I'd get a few hours sleep before my six or what ever joined me. I was surprised that Siam was waiting for me. We enjoyed a great time of one on one. I should have known, well I did, but wasn't expecting it. Soon after Siam pulled out of me Jer was fucking me while Calvin shoved his cock in my mouth. From then on for almost 5 hours I was fucked or sucked off the entire crew. I have to say I really enjoyed the night. Even Jason's monster felt good inside me. I guess everybody needed to get it out of their systems. Later I heard it was almost an orgy in the lounge.
My suite still smelled like a bordello in the morning, but I would not have changed the night for anything. A long hot shower got everything off me and out of me. I almost staggered up for some food.
Jerry was sitting at the table when I sat down.
"Ed I don't honestly believe it even after seeing it. You are really strange to let your whole crew use you like that. I could never do as you did, but have to admit I had more than just Brent last night. I'll never be able to publish anything on what happened either."
"I was just reinforcing the love I feel for my crew Jerry."
"Well I think it worked."
"Ed can you tell me why Sandpiper has been changed to look like warship? You have always said those weapons are strictly defensive. Now they have mounted the M=60's and covered them and your main gun is up."
"If you look, I think you will find the Stingers above the bridge at the back of the main mast. It's fairly simple. I wanted Sandpiper to disappear. We are going to go after the Pau Pau. With the help of the US and Australian Navies. By changing sandpiper to look like a warship no one will know where I actually am or she is for that matter."
"You are going to hide in plain sight." "Yup."
"Hot damn there is a real story in this."
"Jerry this whole plan scares the crap out of me. The changes, the canvas and paint are only cosmetic. Sandpiper is still a very thin skinned vessel and a single round from Pau Pau could sink her. All I did was make it more difficult, but it's not out of the realm of possibility."
The whole idea finally got to me. I got up, walked to the bar and pulled a bottle of scotch and a glass. I walked to the stern and stepped into the Zodiac tied there. A few minutes later I ran it onto the beach. Maybe I could get drunk and all this would just go away.
I sat down and poured myself a stiff drink. I looked at Sandpiper. It wasn't Sandpiper anymore. It was some no name warship. From the 76mm gun on her bow to the black painted masts and radar dishes. The new station behind the masts, the fake radar dome over the Jeep. That bit of canvas and paint had changed Sandpiper forever.
Could I ever go back to the way we were before. I just didn't know and that scared me too. All I ever wanted was to travel and now look what I and Sandpiper had become.
I watched as one of the jet ski's powered away from the Stern. It made a full circle of Sandpiper before heading for the beach. A few moments later Jake walked up and sat down. He grabbed the scotch and poured a stiff drink too.
"Well, she's as ready as we can make her. It won't fool anyone close up, but at a distance it will really look like a gunboat."
I just sat not saying a word.
"Ed I know how you feel. I wish I'd never heard of Pau Pau or this so called Emperor. Problem is that ship is very much in the minds of a lot more people now. The latest report on her says she stopped an inter Island Ferry, ordered the crew and passengers off and then sank it with guns. Indonesia is screaming for assistance. You can be sure the lights are burning late in more than one Naval Headquarters."
"I very much doubt you will have to do any arm twisting with Admiral Cook."
"So when do we leave for Tallinn?"
"The Micronesian Fleet is at Tallinn now. They are refueling. Admiral Cook and the seventh are due at 0800 hours day after tomorrow. We are about 5 hours at flank from Tallinn. You want to arrive after dark, so we can leave around 20:00 tomorrow night."
"Sounds good Jake. Make it so Captain."
"Everybody have their instructions? Make sure nothing that even looks close to Sandpiper is visible. That means jeans and white t-shirts for all crew. Full summer weight uniforms for the officers, I guess you and me."
"As you Command Admiral."
"Fuck you Jake."
He just laughed. It lightened the mood.
"Let's do dinner on the beach tonight. A real bar-b-cue, with real beef for a change."
"Now that sounds like a plan."
TBC.