Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 09:49:13 +0000
From: Al Peres <island.never.was@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE ISLAND THAT NEVER WAS - Part One

THE ISLAND THAT NEVER WAS.- PART ONE

PROLOGUE

Jeremy Northfield was laying on the starboard of the frigate, a medium size
warship, the captain, his 48 y/o son, also Jeremy Northfield, put his
strong muscular arm round his father shoulders and tenderly he pressed the
old scientific man against him. They heard the second officer commands and
the boatswain ruling the encourage tasks. The sea was quiet and clearly
they could sea the shape of the devastated island in front of them. The war
against Napoleon had finished years ago and England was now the master of
the seas, so they could spend money on an investigation voyage like this,
partially sponsored by the King, in order to determine the origin and the
cause of some new and old illnesses, such as bubonic plague. His father and
himself had done great advances in many other medicine and surgery fields,
having had the recognition of their society.

"Here you are your island, dad. Tomorrow morning a boat will take us in
there, though there is not much to see. Two tsunamis destroyed this and
others paradise islands with a few inhabitants living in it, apparently
cannibals; even the coral reef surrounding the island; it will take
thousands of years to recover, if it does, to its primitive state,
destroyed during few hours."

"Yes, son, it looks like a grave where our happiness were buried. Mother
Nature plays with its sons, sometimes to reward them and sometimes to
punish them." The following morning six sailors and a young midshipman
rowed and left them ashore of the little white island.

"Mr. Collins, come to fetch us in three hours and before the guard
changes."

"Yes sir. Row!" The boat returned to the vessel. The old man sighed, and as
an automat he walked along the beach and up the hill where the volcano had
spurted its lava many times; they stopped in front of a little cave; he
entered followed by his son, decidedly he explored it; his son left him
alone guessing his thoughts and walked up hill. The old man sat on a square
black rock looking to the sea and the white beach beneath them. The
terrible earthquakes and the gigantic waves had destroyed two thirds of the
island; the bay, palm-trees and any sign of life.  Probably it came from
the East since he could see "his rock"; though smaller, it was still being
washed by the small waves, partially covered with white sand. He sighed as
two tears run along his cheeks. He placed his back against the wall and
closed his eyes. His mind returned to fifty- five years back in time when
he was ten, close to eleven.

Chapter 1 - The cabin boys.

The little boy walked into the port of Southampton, it was summer 1786; he
carried a small sack as backpack, he looked around and immediately spotted
the large vessel: the whaler "Seagull" brilliantly painted and with a great
activity on the deck. He stepped up thru the gangway and looked around,
everybody seemed very busy and no one looked to pay attention to him.
Suddenly he heard on his back:

"What can I do for you, little guy?" He turned around and saw a tall and
strong man dressed in a blue trench coat with brass brilliant buttons and
long grey trousers; he had his hat under his right armpit; for a second
their sights crossed and he could see his eyes were the same as his, dark
blue; and his abundant brown hair that fell to his neck. The little boy
took off his hat and extracted an envelope from his blue new jacket.

"I am Jeremy Mall, sir; I've come to work as a cabin-boy." He handed out an
open envelope addressed to the Captain.

"I'll give your letter to the Captain; he is not here for the moment." He
called out to a busy man, the seal boatswain. "Mr. Clark, this is the new
cabin-boy." The man grunted because he was disturbed from his task. He
shouted to a boy of about thirteen that quickly came to his order.

"John Smith, take this new boy to your premises in the aftercastle, show
him the boat and explain him his tasks. I don't expect to repeat you
twice. Come on!"  "Yes Sir. Come with me." He said impolitely. Jeremy took
his small bag and followed the boy.  He went thru the different decks,
stores, kitchen and finally to the area where the Captain and the officers
had their quarters. "I have sailed with them twice and this is my third
voyage.  Probably we have one of the best crew of all the ships and, what
is more important, the third officer, that gentleman that you have just
met, besides of being an excellent seaman, he is a physician. I don't think
any other ship has one. We are sailing off tomorrow at dawn with the first
tide, so tonight we will know any change on our tasks. This is our place to
sleep; James will arrive before dinner, he is 15 and next year will be
promoted to sailor, as Jim has been. He looked at the number of hammocks
stored and saw only two. He pointed out to the racks and said:

"There are only two, which is mine?" Jeremy asked. The elder boy grinned
with superiority.

"None. Since one of us must be on guard two can sleep at the same time. The
same rule is for everybody, except tonight. You can sleep on your
blanket. Fortunately is not cold." He smiled wickedly. "You better change
your beautiful dress." Jeremy had short trousers and new boots. It has been
a present from his parish priest." He rummaged into his bag and extracted a
pair of ragged trousers and an old but clean jacket. Like most of the
working class boys in those times, he had not underwear, so he took his new
ones and turned to the wooden wall to keep his private out of sight. The
elder boy looked at the round and white butt and extended his hand to
massage it. "I have to fuck this beautiful butt as soon as we are in high
sea." Jeremy quickly dragged up his trousers and turned around; grasping
his fly with his left hand and on the right a sharp little knife that
quickly put on the boy's neck. The older boy got white, as he could not
expect that reaction from such a little boy.

"Try to touch me and I'll stab this knife in your belly." As he heard noise
outside, he kept the knife into the bag. "I don't need you to change my
clothes, so leave me alone." The other boy reacted and started moving out.

"I, I only wanted to make you a favour. You have a pretty face, and that is
very bad for a cabin boy; as soon as we are several days into high sea the
men will want to fuck you and you cannot do anything to stop it. They did
it to me and to any cabin boy of this ship.  And, as far as I know, they do
the same in all ships."

"That's is a dead sin and I know it is prohibited." Now the older boy more
amicably said:

"Jeremy, I want to be your friend, but believe me, that's the way as it is.
Yes, you are right, it is prohibited and our Captain would leave the man
who commits sodomy, as they call it, in an isolated island, if discovered
doing it. In the War Fleet he would be hanged. The problem is that if you
don't accept it your life will be a hell in the ship." Jeremy finished
changing without saying a word. He was a clever boy and thought that he
would better started having a friend rather than an enemy; then, he said:

"That must hurt a lot."

"To be honest, yes it hurts a lot, especially the first times with an
adult, because of that, John and James did it to me a few times before the
boatswain did; but with a little butter it goes well."  Jeremy extracted a
small poems book and put it on the floor while he arranged his bag. The
older boy saw it. "What's that? Can you read?"

"Yes, I can read, write and make fair calculations, the priest taught me."
The little boy said without giving it much importance.

"Your family must be rich because that cost money."

"I'm not rich, probably poorer than you. I'm an orphan." The older boy more
experienced and after hearing many conversations with the sailors he said.

"Probably it is a fruit of your pretty face." He immediately added: "Please
don't be mad at me and keep that knife where nobody can see it, weapons are
absolutely prohibited onboard.

"Why should my pretty face be a cause of my education? There are thousands
of boys prettier than me and are in the streets begging."

"Well I'm not sure; but I have a friend of my age that was an alter-boy and
since he was ten, the priest sucked his cock and jacked him off. I am sure
he also fucked him. He learnt to read and write, but I think he is not half
clever as you are.

"Thanks; but how do you know all of that?"

"He told me and showed me money that the priest regularly gave to him."

"You should have gone and ask the priest to do it to you, too." The
teenager looked at the younger boy with interest; yes he was sure this
little boy was very intelligent, not like the other cabin boys. He then
answered:

"To be honest I thought about it. I would have not minded he sucked my
cock, but I didn't like to be fucked. That was before I came to the ship;
should I have known what was going on in a ship I would have taken the
advantage." They smiled. "Would you teach me to read, Jeremy?"

"I don't know John." For the first time they talked as friends. "Whenever
we have free time I can do it, but we need some paper and pencil; I haven't
go any. A notebook would be the best."

"Don't worry, I'll try to pinch some from the store. By the way, you should
say that you know how to make calculations; except the officers, there are
not many that can do it; sure that the store boatswain will take you. He
has bad temper and probably he will hit you if you don't do things
properly, but he had the key for all foods."

"I don't know. I brought a letter from the priest for the Captain; I
suppose he will do the best he thinks about me."

"Oh yes. He's very strict and wants a high discipline from all members of
the crew, but he is a very good man. In case a man kills another while we
are sailing, he is entitled to judge him and hang him if found guilty, but
two years ago, he made a trial that lasted one week. He found the man
guilty, so he chained him under deck and delivered him to the authorities
on our first scale in Cape Town." The bell rang and both jumped from their
seats. "Come on, it is time to counting and naming." They went on deck and
found all crewmembers standing. The Captain came out from his cabin
followed by his three officers. One of the boatswains named each one
according to an alphabetic order as they answered: "Yes", to confirm his
presence. He then added: "Cabin-boy Jeremy Mall is being attached to
officer Mr. Bernard Northfield, our physician, as his Assistance; tonight,
after the first guard, he has to report to him. The Captain has ordered to
postpone our departure 24 hours. Every crewmember must go to the port
bathhouse and have a bath if he needs it; hair cut short and saved; upon
his return he will have a medical checking on all of us." A murmur was
heard amongst the sailors. The physician had convinced the Captain about
this measure. John touched his new friend's hand, and this time he didn't
reject the boy.

"Let's go for dinner." You have been very, very lucky. Mr. Northfield, like
the Captain, is very strict and disciplined, however he is the most
educated of them; he comes from an old and aristocratic family. I think the
other officers are jealousy because the Captain prefer him to play chess or
to discuss cultural things; only on vessel or sailing matters he had no
preferences; any decision he discuss it with the first officer or the one
on guard.  While he was sat with a pot of stew and a slice of bread, Jeremy
overheard a discussion between two sailors about whores they knew; that
reminded him another conversation that matched with what John had told
him. It has taken place in the sacristy of his church between the priest
and his wife. She was furious:

"You must discard that boy, otherwise you will directly go into the hell
for the eternity."

"I can't do it. He is very clever and deserved to be educated, it would be
a pity to spoil such an intelligence." The woman bluntly interrupted him.

"Yes, and beautiful. You are in love with him and soon you will take him
into your bed; as you have done many times with other pretty boys. Do you
think I am blind and I don't see what you do with the alter boys? But this
time I won't accept it. He is the son of my best friend, fortunately she is
dead; otherwise I would have been ashamed."

"Sorry Helen. Some times I feel ashamed, but with this little angel." She
stopped him with a muffled shout.

"You are condemning him and I will not permit it."

"But he needs to continue his education. He sure will be a great man if he
keeps studying."

"You will throw him into the hell." The woman kept silence for a couple of
minutes, then she threatened him: "If you don't separate from him I'll tell
the bishop, so you would lose him and the other boys." He heard as she
closed the door and went out. Jeremy quietly left the church and he
returned the next day for his lessons. A few weeks later the priest talked
to his old aunty about Jeremy going into a vessel as a cabin boy. He told
him in her presence that this was a good future for him, but in fact what
he wanted was not to have the minimum chance to see the boy he adored. The
last time he attend his math lessons, the priest placed his right hand on
the boy's naked thigh and sighed. In that moment he didn't understand the
meaning of his tender caresses, but now everything was clear; however, he
did not hate that man, he had been very good to him; he rubbed his thigh
from time to time and kissed his hair, but he thought it was because he, as
a priest, loved him.

That evening, after dinner, most of the crewmembers went in procession to
the bathhouse and to the barber, annoyed because of what they called "the
interference in their private lives, but they knew that was an excellent
measure without any precedent in the merchant or war navy.  Jeremy had had
a hot bath that morning so after dinner he went to the third
officer-physician cabin and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The boy entered and faced his new boss. The man was sat down
behind a neat large table reading a book. He marked the page and placed it
on a shelf that was protected with a long iron bar to prevent books falling
during navigation. He extracted a sheet from a drawer and looked at
Jeremy. "Sit down Jeremy." That treatment of not calling him boy but by his
name, confirmed him what John had said. "This sheet states that you can
read, write, and make calculations."

"Yes, sir. It is true, sir." The man grinned.

"Relax Jeremy, I'm only a man not a wolf." The boy grinned.

"No sir, you are not; I mean you are a gentleman, sir." That showed to
Bernard Northfield the injustice of sending that educated little boy to
live amongst predators, as most of the sailors were.

"And besides these, do you have, let's say any other art?" The man asked;
the boy doubted and Bernard helped him. "Do you have any other ability?"
The physician knew that, at early age, many boys and girls of the low
families were obliged to learn different tasks to survive.

"Well. sir, I know some cooking and the priest of my parish says that I'm
good on drawing."  The man pointed out to the secured shelf:

"Take one of those books, any, open it and start reading a paragraph, it
doesn't matter which one." Jeremy stood and took a big brown one, opened
right from the centre; he was surprised because he saw the drawing of a
naked man showing what seemed to be a third testicle. He doubted for a
moment embarrassed. Bernard guessed what the little boy had in front of him
and he behaved as he had not noticed it.

"Inguinal hernia: In some men, apparently due to efforts made or to
weakness, a rupture is produced in the abdominal wall. Then a portion of
the intestine goes thru it; the problem is solved by." Bernard interrupted
his reading.

"It is enough; now you know more about hernia than anybody in this ship."
Jeremy watched the image and felt and blushed. "Now quickly copy that
paragraph." He did and showed to him. The man looked the clear and rounded
writing. "Very well." Please explain me your math level.

"I can make all normal calculations plus to solve small arithmetic
problems." Bernard handled him a large notebook, a rubber and a carbon
pencil.  "You told me that you can draw, please make a sketch of anything
of this room." Jeremy separated from the desk, took the notebook and the
pencil, looked at the man and started moving quickly his left hand. From
time to time he looked at the officer; after fifteen minutes he handled his
artwork to him.

"I can improve it, if you want it." Bernard opened his eyes in disbelief;
he was amazed with the ability of the boy. He looked at him in surprise.

"You are an artist, Jeremy." The boy felt embarrassed and blushed again.

"Do you really like it, sir? If you do, I can improve it, it is only a
rough sketch."

"Yes, I like it very much, but I prefer to keep it as you have done." They
grinned to each other and in that moment an invisible connexion was
established. Bernard gave him a list of his daily chores and added:
"Tomorrow morning we will make a medical check to the crew; you must put
down the name of each person, underline it and underneath you will write
what I'll tell you; they are key words that you may not understand now, but
you will in the future.  You will sleep on one of the bunks of the
infirmary, except when we have sick persons in it; then you will sleep
here.  Now bring your blanket and belongings and accommodate in the next
room.  Tomorrow after we finish checking, I want you to clean that room
perfectly; if you need help I'll provide it, but I want it neat. It is very
important that the infirmary is clean to prevent infections.

"Yes sir. I'll do it myself. I will not need any help."

"Good, carry on." He stood, and went under deck to fetch his backpack with
his belongings. The following morning he was surprised how clean the men
were. Most of them had shaved her head too, but all have their hair short
cut, including the officers and the Captain. One by one they made a record
with some questions and answers that Jeremy put down.  Apparently the ship
had a very healthy crew, except a young man that was dismissed, his name
was Jack and he had a very severe sex disease that had to be treated in a
hospital. She sailed off at dawn the following morning with the first
tide. Bernard and the rest of the crew still had to receive a new surprise
about Jeremy. After a few days of sailing they found high seas, it was not
a storm, but waves were fairly high and the ship moved her bow up and down
spreading foam and water in the air. Jeremy seemed to have been born in a
vessel; he enjoyed the ship jumps and screamed in pleasure; he said it was
like riding a big horse. He did his guards on the top of the mast together
with John since children have better sight than adults, so they became very
close friends. In one of those days John said:

"Jeremy, I'm glad you are in this ship; you look much happier than when you
came. How old are you? I'm thirteen"

"Thanks John, you are a good friend. I'm ten, I will be eleven in
November."

"You look older, well. I mean you are very tall for your age. Jeremy, may I
make you a personal question?"

"Of course, you can, though I wonder if I can answer it or not."

"It is about my health record. Did Mr. Northfield said anything when he
examined me?"

"I can't remember John; but even if I could, I wouldn't be able to tell
you.  His records are secret; only the Captain and himself know about
them. Don't you feel well?"

"Oh no, I feel fine; but, but, I'm worried about something." Jeremy looked
at his friend trying to find out about his worries. John guessed his
thoughts. "I know I can ask your boss, but officers are busy and I don't
want to annoy him, perhaps it is a silly thing."

"It might not be a silly thing."

"Will you promise not to tell anybody? You are my best friend and." The
younger boy interrupted him encouraging to tell him about his worries.

"You have my word. Go ahead, John." The boy looked into the sea, his sight
lost. They were sailing at a good speed and nothing was at sight, except a
few birds jumping into the blue waters.

"Do you remember Jack? He was dismissed because he was seriously ill. It
was not a secret; most of us knew a whore woman in the harbour that had
infected him the sickness, because of that he didn't argue about it."
Jeremy thought for a moment, he did not know that circumstance; even he
ignored the nature of Jack's illness. He turned a moment his head and saw
that John was crying in silence. They could only hear the sound of the wind
on the jibs. "Perhaps I, I am infected too." Once he pronounced the
sentence he started sobbing loudly.  Jeremy put his left hand on his thigh
and pressed it.

"John, you are not infected, otherwise the physician would have noted that.
I don't know what he had because Mr. Northfield told me to put a "S" on his
record; but he is gone, anyway." John kept silence and Jeremy added: "John,
are you suggesting that you have been with that woman, too? He moved his
head denying it and still sobbing. They were in silence again engrossed in
their mutual thoughts. Jeremy guessed his friend was suffering, but he did
not know what to do to console him. After a few minutes John looked calmed
and he continued.  "Mr. Northfield asked me if had been with a woman and I
told him "No"

"In that case you don't need to care, nobody will tell him. Probably you
are not the only one who was a little bit of a liar that day." He tried to
cheer him up. John looked into Jeremy's eyes and turned again to look into
the sea.

"I was not a liar."

"Then, how could you have been infected?" Jeremy innocently asked. John
again kept silence, and after a few minutes he made a tremendous effort;
because he assumed Jeremy would reject him right from that moment. He loved
that beautiful boy, not only because he was so pretty, but mostly because
he was a real friend.

"Because. because, Jack fucked me repeatedly last year. I don't care if I
am infected and die within a couple of years abandoned in one of those
horrible hospitals, but what I can't bear is that I could have infected
you." His sobs increased and between sobs he murmured: "You have been so
good to me... better than anybody before, and besides I think, I think I
love you." Those words took the little boy aback; he could not understand
how a 13 y/o strong boy could love him. Now he was the one to keep
silence. His brains were working fast processing that new information;
after some other minutes he answered.

"John, I am not infected of anything, how could I? Only by shaking hands,
staying together during our guards or sat down reading and laughing? I
don't think so. In that case near the total of the crew would have been
infected. You should think that Jack remained nine months on board." John
started feeling better; he thought that Jeremy after all could be
right. His eyes sparked for a moment; he looked into his beautiful friend's
eyes and immediately turned looking into the blue sea.

"Are you sure, Jeremy? I would kill myself jumping from the mast if I knew
I have harmed you."  John stopped sobbing; now that John was calmer Jeremy
asked.

"John, you said you love me, but I don't understand it. I am not a girl,
I'm a guy like you."

"I don't know Jeremy. I have made that question to myself thousands times,
but I love being near you, touch you, laugh with you. I would kill anyone
who might hurt you.  I would like to be with you the whole time, if I
could." Jeremy thought about the feelings he had started to build in his
tender heart about Bernard Northfield; but it was different; yes he loved
him, he would like to sleep in his bed and be cuddled into his strong
arms. Was that love? He could not understand.  Perhaps he thought like that
because he missed a father. He was so confused." He didn't dare to look at
John because he thought he might discover his most intimate and deep
feelings. So he said:

"John, we better continue like we are now, and I would suggest you to speak
to Mr. Northfield, probably he has the key to close your worries." John
turned to face his friend.

"Jeremy, are you bad at me?"

"Why? Because you love me? Of course not. We are friends and friends love
each other. I'm sure of that; when we return after this trip, you probably
will date a lovely girl, kiss her and forget everything."

"Right now Jeremy, I am not interested in girls, but you are right. I'll
see to that." He felt better and sighed. "Would you intercede before
Mr. Northfield for me?"

"I'll try." They smiled and in that moment the bell rang announcing the
change of guard, two older boys were climbing to relief them. That evening
after he had clear and washed all dishes, they started their daily lesson
and Jeremy was even more attentive, answering the man's questions and
solving math problems; he wanted to ask him about his friend but he didn't
know how to start. Mr. Northfield looked happy seeing how he progressed and
grinned at him when they finished; Jeremy saw the opportunity to talk about
John.

"Sir, I would like to ask you for a favour." The man looked at him a little
bit puzzled, but Jeremy promptly added: "It is not for me, but, but for
John Smith." Before the man could argue he bent his little head. "John is
confused and worried because he said he was a liar when we checked him; he
dare not to say it to you because you are an officer and." He stopped
because he knew he should not speak to an officer if he was not called or
asked before.  The man smiled:

"Jeremy, look at me." The boy thought he had trespassed a barrier that
could not be done, he could reprimand him for his lack of discipline. The
man put his forefinger under his lovely and rounded chin and raised his
head. "I am not a demon and your action is even better because you are
trying to do something for a friend and not for yourself. Besides being a
good student you have a great soul." Jeremy sighed and he thought how
couldn't he love this man? As he heard: "Now, tell me which the problem
is." Jeremy started with some difficulty and after a minute fluently
telling him the truth, except John's love declaration. When he finished,
the physician kept silence for a few moments, then he said: "Probably you
are right and he is not infected, but we lose anything checking on him. If
he's off duties call him to come; he can tell the boatswain I have ordered
it." He ruffled the boy short hair and patted him on his butt. The boy
sighed and quickly went to see his friend. Ten minutes later they were
back. John had on his hand his wool cap. He murmured:

"Sorry sir I dare to annoy you." The man looked to the frightened boy.

"Okay John; Jeremy has told me everything about; you have done what is
correct and honest.  That's a way of serving this ship." Those words made
the boy to feel more relaxed. "Now take your trousers out and lay on that
small couch. Jeremy, please close the door and wait outside. If anyone
comes, tell him I'm with a patient." The little boy obeyed. John lay on his
back afraid and trembling. Being naked reminded him the times he spent with
Jack and his dick involuntarily started to grow. The physician took his
penis between his thumb and forefinger and dragged its foreskin down; he
examined it with a lens. John made a tremendous effort to prevent a moan.
"Raise your legs to your chest so I can watch your anus." The physician
called Jeremy as John obeyed his orders. "Jeremy, please, handle me that
bottle with white cream, then you can return to your place." The little boy
smiled seen his friend in that position; John felt terribly embarrassed and
blushed. The man spread some cream on his middle finger: "Tell me if it
hurt."

"Yes sir." He murmured. He inspected his bowels and touched the boy's
prostate; the boy jerked and his dick was even harder than before. He could
not be more embarrassed and he felt the warm of his face as he blushed.
"Does it hurt?" the physician asked. John could not speak, so he moved the
head negatively. He extracted his finger and started washing his hands
carefully in a washbasin.  "Get dressed young man." The boy waited until he
finished, the man looked to him and smiled.  "You are as healthier as
Jeremy or myself; however I would suggest you are very careful with the
persons that you allow to sleep in your bed. Don't forget this if you don't
like to find yourself in trouble." He blushed, but he was so happy that he
couldn't remain quiet.

"Oh thank you very much indeed, sir. It, it, it is the best news I ever
received." He stammered.

"Alright, go to your duties and don't forget what I have told you."

"I won't sir. Thank you again." As he came out he was so happy that took
Jeremy in his arms and hugged him very tight. He was sobbing, but this time
of happiness. The boatswain saw them and smiled. "Boys!" he commented.  It
was cold now and the Captain had ordered to prepare the boats, harpoons,
etc since they were near their objective: the Antarctic sea. From that
moment a whale could be spotted, however they still were far from the
icebergs.

The following day the ship was smoothly sailing Southeast with good wind,
John and Jeremy were at the maintop, watching the sea carefully; it was a
little rough, but not too much. John looked exultant of happiness. Jeremy
thought it was the time to explore more into John's recent life.

"John, would you get mad if I make you some personal questions?" He turned
his head and looked his adored friend."

"Jeremy, I'll never get mad on you. I told you I loved you and that it is
in my heart." The elder boy sighed.

"You told me that Jack. you know, he did it to you." The little boy flushed
as he made the question.

"Yes Jeremy, he fucked me on my butt many times last year; if that's what
you are asking me. I have no secret to you." They kept silence for a few
moments.

"Why didn't you stop him? You could have told to your boatswain or to an
officer." He turned again to look his beautiful friend.

"That would have meant a sever punishment to him, probably the death and I
could not do that.  All contrary, I loved him."

"But he was hurting you.

"Yes, he hurt me a little the first few times, but after that I liked it, I
wanted it. I never felt happier than when I was in his arms and he kissed
me. I felt warm and protected. No one dared to argue to him; he was
handsome and the strongest man of the crew. I loved and miss him. When you
love someone it doesn't matter what he does to you; besides he never was
rough, all contrary, he was very tender and lovingly to me. I know he loved
me." Jeremy turned his head in surprise; he saw his friend's eyes just near
to tears. He did not know how to argue; John then continued: "When we
returned from the last voyage, we had good money; I kept it for my mom, but
Jack invited me to spend a week of holidays; we hired a room in a
countryside inn, not far from my village; he called it our honeymoon, it
truly was a sweet time; we registered as brothers. We walked thru the
fields hands entwined; we kissed, hugged and did it every night until we
were spent. During the day, at any chance we had, we sucked one another,
kissed and rubbed." He paused for a moment and smiled while he looked to
the sea; Jeremy looked at him perplexed thru the corner of his eyes. "I
swallowed his white seed, but sometimes it was so abundant that some
dribbled thru my lips; he did it to mine until nothing was left. I adored
those moments. He told me many times that we should not have done what we
did but that he was glad because he loved me. We enjoyed each other
contacts, and nights were very short." He sighed. "We expected to renew our
old friendship and I was eagerly looking forward to see him until I saw
you." For Jeremy, educated in the countryside and by a priest all this was
new, he did not want to discover his ignorance but everything was in his
mind for later processing.

"But honeymoon is for a girl and a man when they get married."

"I don't mind. We both enjoyed it and were the happiest time of my life
because we loved each other. We would have done anything to please each
other. What would you do if Mr. Northfield did it to you as tender as he
did to me? Would you tell the Captain? I don't think so, because I know you
love him." Jeremy blushed as he thought how could his friend have guessed
it? He had never talked to anyone about this. That was deep into his soul;
he had not told and would not tell anybody."

"How do you? Well. I think he would not have asked me that." John remained
silence; he murmured something in disagreement to himself.

"Don't worry my friend; nobody has told me anything, and besides he
deserved being loved. He is one of the best man I ever met; besides Jack is
not longer with us. I had planned that if we get good money, I would go to
the hospital and pay to the physician to cure him, and once he would be
again fit and healthy we'd resume our contacts. I didn't mind what others
could tell if they find out, but I saw you.well you know the rest." He
grinned; Jeremy looked at him and could see the tent formed in John's fly,
he was rubbing it softly.

"You are hard, John."

"It always happens when I think about Jack. Do you jerk it off, Jeremy?"

"You mean rub it? John nodded.

"Well, some times. But the priest always said that this was a dead sin and
that God would punish me." John laughed.

"If that was true, surely the other cabin-boys, the midshipmen, most of the
sailors and myself are condemned to the hell because I do it near
everyday." They laughed together. "Do you want to see mine?"

"Why not?" John unbuttoned his fly and immediately a lovely four and a half
inches curved dick popped out; he had a little bush of hair at the
base. Jeremy looked at it and asked. "John did you do it to Jack, too?"

"Yes, may times; we liked it and I enjoyed it, but it was not fun as good
as when he did it to me; his dick is near seven inches and, of course
thicker and larger than mine; it is a monster compared with mine. He said
that we would have good fun when I am sixteen, doing it each other." While
he was talking instinctively he was slowly masturbating himself; Jeremy was
excited now tenting his trousers: "Can I see yours, Jeremy?" The little boy
looked down to the deck and assured nobody was watching them; he then
opened his fly and a beautiful three inches straight little cock appeared
in all his glory. "Can I touch it?  Jeremy nodded and John excited wrapped
his left thumb and four fingers round that lovely cock and moved up and
down a few times. He had dreamed many times about this moment. Jeremy
gasped and moaned in pleasure closing his eyes. John could not help and
bending his head he put Jeremy's little dick into his mouth. The little boy
felt the warm sensation and went to tell his friend to stop, but before he
did, he moved away and started jerking Jeremy's meat off. The little boy
closed his blue eyes in ecstasies; he thought he should pay back his
fried. He was left-handed and he placed his fingers round the engorged cock
and started moving it up and down. Both were excited and Jeremy could see
the precum oozing from the older boy cock; he was amazed, very closed to
reach that new sensation that he had never experienced before: his dry
orgasm. John more experienced guessed his little friend's situation and he
increased the pace; soon Jeremy legs stretched out, he stopped breathing,
gritted his teeth as that lovely warm sensation went thru his young body
with a spasm. He moaned and stopped jerking John's dick.  When he recovered
he looked at his friend that was moving fast up and down his fist; his eyes
closed, he groaned as he spurted his first shot of clear semen. In that
moment the clear pitchy voice of Jeremy shouted:

"It blows!!!." Someone on the desk asked "Where? "About three grades
south-east, sir."

Chapter 2 - The hunter.

Like automats the crew started its work, they were men with a large
experience and trained.  The captain ordered to maximum sail and soon they
were near the whales; two boats were launched with twelve men each. The
harpooners at the bow ready to launch their deadly weapons; suddenly the
big animals jumped near them and four terrible harpoons crossed the air and
reached their targets. The animals started a mad run deep into the cold
waters, leaving a trail of blood and dragging the two boats behind them at
a mad speed. The ship followed them, but soon they were out of sight on the
South. As the sunset approached the wind died out and the vessel speed
diminished to near a stop. The captain ordered to place a large lantern at
the top of the mast, so the boats could see it. There was nothing they
could do, except to wait the dawn when the wind would start blowing
again. The crew had dinner and went to sleep, except those who were on
guard. It was cold outside in spite of being near the summer and even with
the thick clothes that they wore. Jeremy was excited and he knew next day
would start with many things to do. He finished his chores, put on his long
flannel-sleeping shirt and went to lie under the blankets; he was
shivering. Then he heard:

"Jeremy, please come here." Bernard cabin was near the infirmary where he
slept. He obeyed and saw Bernard that was lifting his soft merino lamb fur
inviting him to go under the cover.  "Come in, you can get a cold. Take off
your shirt." In that moment he thought about all what he had talked with
John, Bernard was naked under the cover and had ordered him to get nude,
too. He doubted for a second, but immediately he did as ordered. He knew
what would come next and he was ready. Yes, he loved that man; he had been
very good to him, better than even his own mom. Nobody had cared about him
like his boss and he must pay him back: "The nude will help to warm up." He
did not say anything and lay beside him; felt the warm body stick to his,
he noticed the man's flaccid cock and balls on his butt; the man put his
arm round the lovely boy and dragged to him, so both bodies were one,
cuddled into his arms. The boy's head was under the man's chin. Soon the
warmness involved both bodies and Jeremy stopped shivering.  "Is it
better?"

"Yes sir, much better, thanks." The boy murmured. He was expectant and did
not move; in fact he was near asleep, but he heard that Bernard was not
asleep jet. Probably the quietness made the man to believe that the boy had
drifted to sleep, but he wasn't. He felt the man lips on his right cheek
and as he placed a tender kiss on it. He said in a whisper:

"Good nights, my son." Another peck. "Have happy dreams, my angel." Jeremy
in such a way felt disappointed since he expected the man to initiate to
fuck his butt; however he felt relieved and being aware of what he had
made, he felt the happiest boy in the world; a couple of tears run from his
eyes, however his little dick was hard thinking about what John had told to
him and he expected from Bernard. When he noticed that his loved man was
hard asleep; he cuddled even more into his arms; the man's hand was near
his chin, he kissed it and as a pray he said

"Good night, dad. I love you." In seconds he was hard asleep, too. Jeremy
heard the bell announcing the coming dawn and his turn to guard at the
top. He jumped from the bed, got dressed and went to the cook's place to
take his hot morning stew. After eating it he put on a tray Bernard's
breakfast and left it on the cabin. He returned to deck and climbed to the
bow mast: He saw how men were preparing the melting equipment and fire to
heat the whale's fat; still it was near dark. "Light on two degrees south
east!" He shouted. A light wind had started and the ship placed her bow to
where the light was seen. The large vessel soon arrived where one of the
boats had captured a big whale, it was the male. Other light was detected
further South; the ship put on tow the animal and continued to meet the
other boat; soon all men and boys available were lifting the big fishes
onto deck and started cutting them in pieces and throwing into the burning
bin to convert them into liquid fat. One of he sailor had been injured and
Jeremy went to his place near Bernard to attend him; fortunately it was not
serious.

"Jeremy, the animal liver will be put apart, most of it to be cooked; I
want you to eat it uncooked, those are my instructions for the rest of the
crew, however they might not obey, that's up to them, but I want you to
take that serious.

"But, but, it must taste horrible!, once I had to drink some cod-oil and I
thought I would die." He argue.

"This is different; but if you feel some revulsion stop smelling by
pressing your nose and eat it."

"I'll eat it sir, but why?"

"It is essential for your growing up and health; I want you to be strong
and healthy." Jeremy remembered the previous night and he sighed. A
feverish work was established in the ship, leaving only a few hours to
sleep. The ship's sails were down during the night and during the day she
continued her voyage to the South. At bedtime he directly went to Bernard's
cabin, he was already in bed and motioned him to enter under the soft and
warm covers.  He did, he cuddled into the man's arms and sighed; he notice
again how his cock started to get hard. He felt in his back Bernard's soft
chest hair and the warm of his flaccid dick and balls against his
butt. They were tired, however Jeremy did not drift to sleep, he was
excited and glad. He dared to say in a low voice:

"Sir, I, I, would like you were my dad." Bernard sighed.

"Jeremy, please turn around." Jeremy did as ordered and now they were
facing each other, Bernard looked into the boy's blue eyes, now illuminated
by the moonlight that entered thru the rounded window. "Jeremy, do you
really mean that?.

"Yes sir; I mean that, because. because I love you." The man dragged the
boy to his chest and kissing his head he said:

"Jeremy, my beautiful and good child, nothing will please me more than to
become your father. I loved you right from the moment you put your foot
into this ship." Jeremy could not believe what he had heard; he separated
for a moment from Bernard, looked again to him with his blurred eyes as
tears run down his cheeks and placed his red lips on Bernard's in a long
and tender kiss, as he had never done before. That was the way that a son
or a father expressed his love in his homeland.

"I love you dad." The man sighed and pulled the boy to his chest; he
noticed the boy's erected penis against his navel.

"I love you with all my heart, my son." The boy was excited; it was too
much for a young boy after a difficult life. He started moving his hips up
and down rubbing his hot dick against his new father's skin. Soon he was in
other dimension up in the stars. Bernard understood his son's moment, it
was new for him, he rubbed the boy's back and kissed his hair many times
during the few minutes of his son's excitement. Jeremy's body tensed, a
muffled moan came thru his young throat as he returned to our world after a
high dry orgasm. Bernard wanted to tell him many things and to prevent him
about telling anybody; but the tired boy was asleep. He kissed him on the
cheeks and turned him to his original position. He stayed awaken
contemplating his new son. "Yes I will adopt him as soon as I can; he will
be a great man, and if I marry again he will have a family; he deserves
it. I love you my little Jeremy. Have nice dreams." He murmured.  He
remembered how the boy's excitement had converted into a sexual need and
how pleased he looked. Sure his sexuality was awakening. Jeremy had
beautiful dreams with his new father, he could not remember his real one
since he was too little when he died and that was a long time ago for
him. He heard the bell announcing the start of his duties. He turned around
facing Bernard and gave him a tender peck on the lips.

"Good morning, dad. I love you." He jumped from the warm bed, dressed
quickly and when he was to leave Bernard called him.

"Jeremy, my son, we need to talk over the new situation." Boy sent his
father his most beautiful smile.

"I know it, dad; but my chores can't wait. We'll talk tonight. I would like
to tell everybody just now, but I know I must keep my mouth shut. I love
you, dad." He approached again Bernard and before he could realise Jeremy
kissed him and left.

The Captain had some preference for Bernard; his ship was the only one with
a highly qualified physician and besides Bernard was the son of one of his
best friends in spite of being himself coming from a lower class; Bernard's
father was a Northfield though he had not any title, his brother was Lord
Northfield. Bernard was disciplined, good officer and never presumed of his
high rank, besides the crew loved him. This was his third voyage on board
of the "Seagull"; he had recently lost his wife and his little son; the
little boy was much like his mother, blond and very weak. He and his father
fought day and night to save their lives without success; as good
physician, he decided to fight his possible depression helping others. He
knew Bernard loved the sea since he was a boy and had been duly trained,
but loved more the medicine, so he offered him a post in his crew. That
morning that all available soul was on duty cutting and melting the whale
fat, he came to greet the captain as he entered into his guard.

"You look happy this cold morning, Bernard." The captain said.

"Well I have some motives, sir. We have not any injured person, we have
good weather, we captured four large whales and. I need to talk to you,
privately." Bernard always treated with respected until the last cabin boy,
and especially his superiors.

"Don you want it now?" The Capitan asked.

"It can wait sir; I must enter in my guard. Duties are first."

"Alright, tonight after the meeting we can have it. I'll bet for a chess
match."

"Yes sir. Thanks." He went to comply with his tasks. After the evening
meeting he explained to the Captain his intentions about adopting Jeremy as
his legal son. The Captain looked at his officer and friend thoughtfully.

"Bernard, let's forget for a moment our differences as Captain and officer
and be only friends.  That is a praiseworthy action, however, have you
thought about what your father and the boy's family will think? Bernard
kept silence for a while.

"Yes sir. Jeremy has not any other family but an old aunt and I don't think
he will see her again alive. He has described me the symptoms of her
sickness, so he is a total orphan. I have considered my father's reaction,
I am his only heir but I am sure he will love Jeremy as I do. I have been
working hard like an automat just trying to forget the unforgettable, my
son and my wife. He had conquered my heart and my wish to live again. I owe
him a lot."

"It is up to you, I hope you are right. In any case I can carry out the
ceremony of adoption onboard, however, this must be confirmed when we
return to port or Jeremy is 12 y/o."

"If you don't mind sir, I would like to do it onboard with all our friends;
if something happened to me during our trip he would not be
abandoned. Please sir, arrange it as your early convenience."

"I'll do Bernard, I'll let you know and check with the child."

"Thank you, sir." They shook hands and Bernard went to his cabin where
Jeremy was waiting him to go to bed as he had done during the past few
days. They smiled each other, Bernard opened his arms and Jeremy launched
himself into the man's arms in a tight and tender hug; in seconds they
undressed and went under the cover stark naked, as usual.  Jeremy put his
left leg between Bernard's thighs and cuddle into his arms, he kissed
tenderly his new father and started to rub Bernard's hairy chest.

"You know dad, I love rubbing your hair, it is so soft." Bernard grinned
tussling his son's hair.  "Dad, when I become your legal son, will I be
able to keep my name?"

"You can keep it or change, but I would prefer you keep it. Your surname
will change and you will be a Northfield, as I am." Jeremy kissed his dad
on the lips a quick peck.

"Dad, I don't mind to be a Northfield or a Mall as long as you love me."

"You can count for it, my beautiful son. When we arrive home I'll introduce
you to my father and mother; I'm sure they will love you as much as I
do. They are very good persons; my father is an exceptional man."

"I, I, I am scared about that moment, but that's still far away." They kept
silence for a few moments. "Dad, the first night I was waiting from you
something. I thought for a moment I was wrong and that you did not love
me."

"Why? You have told me that you knew I loved you right from the time we
started this trip."

"Yes, it is true, but you were hugging me and did nothing to me. I, I, I
thought you were going to, you know, to put your thing into my butt."
Bernard sighed and hugged his son very tight to his chest.

"Why did you think I would do that to you?"

"I was relieved when you didn't do it, because John told me that this hurts
the first few times, but later it feels good and funny. John said that if I
loved you as he loved Jack, I would accept it without any protest because
that is part of our love." Bernard kissed his son on the lips a long and
tender kiss to reassure him his love.

"Jeremy, I have not ever done this to a boy and I will never do it. I love
you too much to cause you a minimum pain. You are right now my son; but a
father should not do such a thing to his son. I have seen many boys abused
by their fathers and some of them did it because they liked it, enjoyed and
loved each other. Human being is sometimes very complicated.  You are too
young to understand this; if we return safely home, with the time you will
grow up and become a medicine doctor, and you will be able to see many
kinds of love. John loves Jack because he is homosexual, in other words, he
has the body of a boy but he feels like a girl, so he loves males.  Our
society doesn't want to understand this fact and reject them; but it is
like that since human being is living in this planet. There are many
persons like John; some don't mind and live together as a couple; I have
two friends homosexual and I can assure you they are the honest persons I
have known. On the other hand, it is not a problem only of males, there are
also females that feel like males but they hide it better than the men."
Jeremy thought for a minute.

"Last year when they finished the trip they went for a whole week on
holidays, they did it everyday a few times. He said it was very
pleasurable. Is he then a queer, dad?"

"That's a strong word for a friend, son. It is not his fault to feel as he
does, he was born with that inclination and probably he will never change;
he might hide it as women do, but he will never enjoy a girl."

"I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean that; he is my best friend and he has no
secret with me."

"A good friend is a high appreciating jewel."

"I wonder how, but he knew I loved you; he told me that you are a very
handsome man and that probably a witch woman will catch and marry you, then
you might have children of your own and that you.would leave me aside." The
boy expressed his concerns near in a whisper; Bernard hugged him very tight
again and kissed his hair.

"Jeremy, I don't know how to say this, but you must trust me. I wanted a
son; I had one and I lost him. Now you have come into my life and I will
never leave you aside."  The boy sighed. "My plans do not include a
marriage; I did once and I don't want to go thru it again. I pretend to
travel and study sicknesses round the world and you will come with me. I
want to heal pain and for that I need to be free. You will grow and become
into a handsome young man; surely girls will be round you all the time."
Jeremy smiled and pressed his body against his father's; his little dick
was hard poking into Bernard's navel. "It seems that you little brother is
hard." Bernard said. Jeremy blushed.

"Yes, it is excited and feels good." He kept silence for a moment. "Dad,
what do you do when your little brother get hard?"

"Well, I suppose you know the answer. You have had a release with my body;
well since I don't have any to whom I do it, either I masturbate, jerk off
as you boys put it, or I leave Mother Nature to work."

"That's not true, you have me."

"You are my son and I don't want you to do anything sexual with me. I love
you too much."  Saying this, Bernard kissed his son tenderly. Jeremy
sighed.

"But if I did it to John, why not doing it to you? I don't love him and I
love you. You are my father, so." Bernard interrupted him.

"Did you do it to John?" Jeremy blushed.

"Well, in fact he wanted to do it to me, he put my penis into his mouth for
a few moments, then he rubbed it until that lovely feeling came to my
loins, so I felt I must reciprocate him and I rubbed his dick up and down
until his spurted a few drops of whitish clear cream. We did it up there in
the top of the mast the day we discovered the whales." Bernard grinned and
kept silence, he knew his adopted son's thoughts; he continued. "However,
it was not half of pleasurable as we did the other night. That was
fantastic, dad! It was as if I was climbing to the top of a rainbow, every
moment the colours were brighter and brighter; until I reached the top;
then an explosion of colours and stars came into my mind. It was so
wonderful, so marvellous!  Then I started descending the rainbow and I went
into a dream that I have had a few times. I'll tell you later."

"I know how you felt, son. When you grow and go to bed with a girl, to whom
you love, then you will experiment the same sensation but stronger. I did
it with my wife, because of that I don't want to speak about her or my
son. I get sad."

"Dad, please, let me do it to you as I did to John. Please." Bernard looked
into the boy's eyes, kissed his forehead and said.

"No Jeremy. I know it is silly but I have strong prejudices to admit it;
probably with the time I'll disregards them, by now I can't do it. You are
my son and I am ready to please you on any thing that you want, but that
goes against my principles and I must forget them before I could accept
that." He wanted to change the subject because he knew he was not fully
sincere to himself.  "What about your dream, son?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow. I'm tired dad and it is late." He kissed his
father goodnights, turned around and cuddled into him; he felt Bernard's
soft chest hair on his back and his flaccid penis against his
butt. Bernard's hand rubbed his son's smooth cheeks and kissed him, then he
hugged the boy tightly to his chest.

"I love you, son."

"I love you, too, dad." The boy kissed his father palm and placed it on his
chest; Bernard could notice the strong heartbeat of his son. He sighed and
both drifted to sleep.

Chapter 3 - The adoption.

The following days were very busy, they had arrived to the hunting area
just when they had finished melting the four previous animals; more were
added, though the work was hard, fortunately the sea was not absolutely
rough, the wind blowing soft from the North contributed to the success,
however, in spite of being in the South summer, the air was very cold. When
they were cooperating in the cutting or melting, Bernard taught his son all
about navigation and medicine that he could; the boy was like a sponge and
his brain accumulated knowledge about all matters he knew could serve him
in the future. He knew what his son wanted about sex, but he was not
prepared to it; he wanted his child be free of prejudices but it was hard
for him to change his mentality; the boy was very clever and he didn't
mention again the subject, however, Bernard took a special care to reassure
his love and the boy rewarded him with the most beautiful smile that filled
his heart of proud. One those nights they were not so tired Bernard asked
him.

"Jeremy, have you had that dream again?" The child gave his father the
loveliest smile, and kissed him on the lips.

"Yes dad. Some times a little different, but."

"Can you tell me about it? O is it so private that."

"Well some of it is very personal, but I don't have any secret with you."
Bernard kept silence in order the boy could organize his thoughts, then he
started. "Dad, normally it starts with you and I, hands entwined riding on
a very large wave on a blue sea, then we are naked in a strange beach
walking happily; suddenly it changes and I am alone, probably in the same
place, sitting and facing a beautiful red-haired girl of my age, and
looking each other into our eyes. She has freckles under her eyes and the
most intensive blue eyes I have ever seen; ours are blue, but hers are like
the sky in the tropical coast. She had red and some thick lips; wonderful
white teeth, and when she smiles me I felt as if I melted into her like the
whale fat. She closes his eyes and when I am going to kiss her the bell
announcing the guard sounds, destroying my dream. I found that my penis is
hard needing to pee." The boy sighed. "Can you tell me anything about that,
dad." Bernard smiled and kissed his son cheek.

"Partially; I can't say anything regarding the wave and the strange beach,
but about the girl it is clear for me; it demonstrates what I think about
you."

"About me, dad?"

"Yes. That proves: that you are a very healthy boy, that you have not
homosexual tendencies and that you are approaching puberty. Those dreams
will increase its intensity and pleasure; and with a little more than one
year, your body will reach the peak and have your first wet dream."

"Wet dream, what is it, dad?"

"It is the first time that you spurt semen; when that happens your body
have matured enough to produce life; semen is the seed of life. It is
believed that a matured female produces a similar seed into her and when
both joined the miracle of life starts creating a new being: the baby;
hence the need to introduce the penis into the woman vagina or pussy as you
might put it.  Nobody knows how it happens, but with some differences it
takes place within all animals, especially the mammal ones. That's what in
slang is called fucking." The young boy was open- mouthed with these
explanations; he kept silence for a moment while his young brains were
processing all these new knowledge.

"Dad, does it means that the whales do it male to female, too?" Bernard
smiled and kissed his son's forehead before the boy's astonishment and
quick reaction. This is the kind of son he had wanted and needed. He was
very similar as he was at his age, always trying to find out the origin of
everything. He answered him:

"Yes. I have never watched it because they couple in a different time and
sea. A friend of mine that is serving HM in a warship saw how a male with a
three or four metres long penis trying to inseminate a female." Jeremy
laughed imagining that long stick. "The sperm of this animal must be very
much the same as you saw John spurted and of course, it does not coincide
with what the priest might have taught you; just not long ago the Catholic
Church sent many men to fire for speaking like that. This has been an
advanced lesson on animal reproduction since probably life started, and it
is enough by now.

"That's fantastic, dad! I would spend nights and days hearing and learning
from you. Of course it does not coincide with what the priest said to us,
but we'll continue some other day. Human being and life is so amazing."
Bernard ruffled his future son silky hair and smiled saying:

"This has reminded me something. There, behind that box is what I would
call a lifebelt. See it, please."

"Dad, it is cold and I am naked."

"I know, but it is very important." Jeremy jumped from the cosy bunk, he
was hard and his little cock was proudly sticking out. He went behind the
box and found a series of rectangular cork pieces linked by two
cords. "Place and tied up round your chest." They boy nodded and comply the
order; once he did it he untied the device and returned under the
covers. "Do you know the meaning of that?" Bernard asked the boy.

"I suppose it is to protect my chest about something."

"No, it isn't. That is to protect your life in case of wreckage or an
accidental falling into the sea.  That would keep you afloat as long as you
wear it."

"But, I know how to swim, dad." Jeremy argued.

"Probably you could swim a short space of time and with good weather, but
not in case there is rough sea. He looked into his dad eyes and knew how
much they loved each other. Bernard added stressing his words: "If in any
circumstance I order you to wear it, you just quickly obey and wear the
lifebelt, don't argue or ask questions. Probably we will never use it, but
while we are in the sea the risk exists."

"I'll do dad. I'll strictly comply your instructions."

"Good boy!" He ruffled his hair again and Jeremy cuddled into his father's
arms. He had his left leg between Bernard's legs and felt the softness of
his balls; his dick was hard. He badly wanted to touch his dad's cock and
make him to feel the marvellous feeling, but he did not want to force him;
it was incomprehensible to him why he didn't wanted it. He loved being in
his arms and when he rubbed his cock against him. It was so lovely!
Instinctively he closed his eyes and started rubbing his hard little cock
against his father belly. "Jeremy, if you don't want to get soared you
should put some saliva on your little brother's head." The boy smiled to
his dad and flushed.

"Please dad, do it yourself." They separated a little and Bernard
reluctantly put some of his saliva in his fingers and dragging the foreskin
back he spread the saliva on the boy's red cock head. Jeremy moaned at his
father first touch. Bernard retracted his hand and Jeremy moaned again. He
closed his eyes and started experiencing the marvellous rainbow in his
mind. Soon he climbed to the top and that beautiful explosion came into his
mind as his body tensed and he reached the peak of his dry orgasm. The man
kissed his son repeatedly while he was absorbed in his bliss. The ecstasies
ended and both drifted to sleep. The hunting continued and their closeness
and love increased. He was carrying out some duties when a man came
advising him to present himself into the Captain's cabin. The boy
immediately went and entered after asking permit to go in; that was the
first time he would speak to the Captain; he was scared.

"Come in, boy." He entered and found the Captain and the first and second
officers sat round him. "Are you Jeremy Mall?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"Jeremy, Mr. Bernard Northfield, our physician, had expressed his wish to
adopt you as his own son. Do you know that?"

"Yes sir. My." he rectified. "Mr. Northfield told me all about." The
Captain and the officers grinned.

"We know you can read and write very well. See this document and read it."
The man handed him a scroll and Jeremy read it and handed back over to the
Captain.

"I understand that, he more or less says what you have told me."

"Do you accept it? Do you accept Mr. Bernard Northfield as you own father
with all prerogatives inherent to that?" Jeremy didn't understand the legal
words but he knew that love, abeyance and protection were behind the words.

"Yes sir, I do, sir."

"In that case, sign it together with these two gentlemen; they are
witnesses of your assertion.  Your future father has already signed it."
The three of them signed. The Captain continued. "As soon as I signed this
document you will be Jeremy Northfield; you can change your mind before you
are twelve y/o expressed to the Major of your town; once this time is over
you will not be able to change anything. Do you understand that, Jeremy?"

"Yes sir, I do sir; but I will never change my mind, I love my father. I
mean my future father."

"Don't worry Jeremy, you can call him your father in private, however wait
until I publicly sign it to say it to the crew or to your friends."

"Yes sir, I'll do sir."

"In that case return to your duties." The boy wanted to make thousands of
questions; for instance, when he could call dad publicly to his father or
when he would sign that stupid paper.  He felt a great wish to shout out
and to hug his father, John and to every member of the crew, but he had to
wait, at least until tonight when they were in their cabin. He ended his
guard and quickly went into the physician's cabin. The man knew what the
little boy was feeling, so he opened his arms and Jeremy jumped onto him
grabbing his long legs round his father waist, with such force that Bernard
had to make a great effort to keep balance.

"I love you, daddy, I love you with all my heart. I have never loved anyone
like I love you." Still with the boy in his arms, Bernard sat on his bunk
and hugged his new son very tight to his heart. Jeremy was sobbing tears of
happiness.

"I love you, too, my son, even more than I loved my own son." They kissed
on the lips and the man ordered:

"Please lock the door, the ship is quiet and we don't expect
anyone. Tonight is a special one and belongs to us. Do you know which date
is today Jeremy?" The boy moved his head negatively. "Today is November
21st " The boy wide opened his beautiful eyes.

"It is my birthday! I am eleven" The boy exclaimed.

"Exactly, it is your birthday and the date you have become my real son. I
have a little present for you." He took off a small gold ring from his
little finger and put it in Jeremy middle finger. "My dad gave it to me in
my twelve birthday and now it is yours. You are at eleven as big as I was
at twelve." Jeremy could not avoid tears coming down his cheeks and between
sobs he repeated:

"I love you dad. I would do anything that you ordered me, anything! Please
keep safe this beautiful ring, I could lose it." He tried to take it off
his finger but it was well fixed.

"That's yours and I don't think you will lose it. Now undress because bed
is waiting for us." Like every night, Jeremy had washed carefully before
coming to bed, with seawater because they could not waist normal water,
except for cooking. In seconds he was naked and cuddle into his father's
arms. Then he said:

"Dad, today is my birthday and I would like to ask you something special."

"Granted. What is it?" He asked though he knew what his son would ask."

"I want to. to touch you." He looked at his son, placed his palms round the
beautiful cheeks and kissed his lovely red lips tenderly. Jeremy kissed his
father back pressing his lips against his.

"I love you Jeremy and I know that everything we do tonight is covered by
our love. Do whatever you like." Jeremy dick was hard and soon he felt his
father fingers round it. "You better straddle me and sit on my chest with
your back to me, so it is easier for you and me." Jeremy kissed his dad
again and turned around. Bernard's dick was hard too and for the first time
Jeremy saw his father cock in full erection. He placed his two hands round
it and squeezed. The man moaned in pleasure.

"Dad, it is huge!" He looked back to his father with a grin.

"It is a normal one, round seven inches. I have seen larger and thicker
ones."

"I wonder how John could hold such a big turd into his anus." The man
smiled. "Dad, will you put some saliva on my cock?"

"I don't think you will need it. Can you see the clear watery fluid on top
of my penis?"

"Yes. You are spurting a lot; what is sit?"

"That's called pre-seminal fluid, in slang "precum". The body produces it
to lube the girl vagina when making love; she also produces it. Take some
of it and spread on your little dickhead."  Jeremy did as ordered and he
moaned with new sensation. He took his finger to his tongue and tasted it.

Dad, it tastes good, like blood. I like it." The man grinned and started
slowly masturbating his son. Jeremy understood that the moment he had so
badly wanted had arrived.  He placed his hands round the man thick meat and
started stroking it slowly up and down.  He heard how his father moaned in
pleasure; he placed his right hand under his dad's balls and massaged them.
Bernard squirmed and increased his strokes to Jeremy; he felt approaching
his orgasm as his son closed his eyes and bent his head back; Jeremy now
was climbing to his rainbow in his dad's hands. Bernard could not stop his
climax. He raised his hips, and as Jeremy reached the top of his private
rainbow with a loud moan, Bernard exploded with a muffled groan and his
long time untouched dick spurted his load with such a force that his first
shot reached Jeremy's nose, a second to his neck and some more over his
belly. When the boy opened his eyes, not yet recovered his breath, he found
how some of Bernard's cream entered in his mouth; he made a grimace of
distaste. He turned around and showed it to his father that still had not
fully recovered his breath.

"It does not taste like the precum. It has a special and rare odour, but I
like the sensation and especially your muffled groan, dad. It has been
fantastic! Let's do it again." Bernard grinned seeing his son over creamed
with his semen.

"We must wait a few minutes until my balls are refilled with new semen,
however you can start again, if you want it, but I would suggest you clean
you body first with that cloth; then throw it to the sea thru the window."
"No dad. I want it on my body until we finish, it is part of you and I
would like to keep it forever, as the ring." He smiled. "I'll clean myself
later." Jeremy spread his father semen over his chest and belly, even he
squeezed his now near flaccid dick and extracted the remaining in it. Thus
covered, he bent over and kissed tenderly his father. "Thanks dad for these
moments. When I did it with John I felt some regret when I finished,
however, when I do it with you dad, I feel very happy and ready to do it
again and again." Bernard dragged his son to him and kissed him on the
lips. He pulled him against his belly ad motioned the boy to start again
rubbing his dick against his belly. The boy started fucking his father
buttonhole; a few minutes later, Bernard noted how his son's breath
increased with gasps; soon he was in a frenzy ecstasy moving up and down
breathing heavily. These actions got his own dick harder than ever, he
caressed his son's back and neck not stopping kissing his smooth cheeks; he
noted the spam in Jeremy body, his body got rigid and a loud moan escaped
thru his throat. He collapsed on top of his father, his head lying on his
father's shoulder. Bernard felt the heartbeats of his son slowing until he
was at normal rate. He kissed tenderly the little boy and hugged him very
tight.

"I love you, Jeremy, my son; I could not love more anyone." He
repeated. The boy moaned and gasped, his right hand was caressing his
father chest hair; he loved that sensation. He sighed and remained still on
his father's chest.

"Dad, I love these moments even more than the nice feeling; I would like to
be like that forever."

"Are you sure, son?" They grinned.

"No, because I like a lot to see how your cock becomes a fountain." Both
laughed as he continued. "Though I do like the feeling of your dick between
my legs, it is wet and soft."  Bernard pulled up his son and kissed him on
the lips. He thought they have trespassed the limit that he had imposed to
himself and that he would teach his son everything he knew regarding sex,
of course, whenever he wanted it.

"Jeremy, do you know how to kiss a girl?"

"Well, I suppose is more or less as we do."

"No. That type of kissing is tender and familiar; there is another one that
involves sex, nothing to do with the tender one that we shared." The boy
looked puzzle to his father.

"No, dad. John never mentioned it."

"Probably he did not do it because that is the expression of a great
intimacy." The boy kept silence expecting his father to continue. "It
starts the same, you would stick your lips on the girl's and then you must
introduce your tongue inside her mouth." The boy made a grimace.

"Dad, are you sure? It seems a little bit gross."

"It isn't, that was what I thought the first time. Let's try, think that I
am that girl of your dreams."  Jeremy grinned.

"I don't need to think about her." Saying that he placed his lips on his
father's and tried to stick his small tongue into Bernard's mouth. He was
ready and received it slowly, both tongues swirled inside and soon that
kiss became in a passionate one; their dicks got harder than ever, and
after a minute kissing the boy broke the kiss to breath.

"You must breathe thru your nose." Jeremy again placed his lips on his
father's and this time his tongue went to touch his dad's palate, exploring
all corners he could reach.  His dick had not been so hard as it was now;
he started moving his hips up and down without leaving his father
mouth. Their saliva mixed licking and spread over their chins; he noticed
his dad's hard wet cock between his legs, rubbing his balls every time he
moved down; he tighten his thighs to get it as a prisoner between
them. After a few minutes, father and son reached the point of not return;
Jeremy climbed to the top of his private rainbow and Bernard to the most
exquisite ecstasy he had ever experienced. They broke the kiss and Bernard
raised his hips, stopped breathing and both moaned loudly; Bernard spurted
once more between his son legs as Jeremy collapsed on top of his father
shoulder, abandoned himself and exhausted.  Bernard dragged the warm cover
over them and drifted to sleep; in fact Jeremy was already asleep. It has
been a day and night to remember. The following morning, before the bell
rang, Jeremy moved, and though it was cold, he took the cloth mentioned by
his dad, wetted it in salt water they had in a basin and carefully he
cleaned himself and his father of the dry semen crusts of his lovemaking.
He kissed his father tenderly on the lips and cuddled into his arms.

"Dad, I'll never forget last night. It was so wonderful, so tender, and so
lovely.!" I have no words to describe it."

"It was solely love, my son. I don't know why our society is so strict
prohibiting it. Some captains have visited some Pacific's islands and they
reported that people lived there mostly naked, father married daughter or
vice versa, but mostly they were proud when a brother choose his sister to
marry. They said it is a barbarian custom, but I don't think so.  Perhaps
from the medical point of view should be mixed, but that a different
problem that you will learn in the school when we return home." Those words
brought the boy to the reality and when he would meet his father's
family. Will then be his?

"Dad, I have not any home, except yours. My mom died five years ago when
the cholera spread its terrible wings over our country; my aunt, we she is
not properly my aunt, but my mom's was also affected and she is near a
disable person. Her husband and two brothers died too; so we were the only
members of the family left." Bernard caressed his son's short silky hair
and kissed him. He sighed.

"Jeremy, I did not want to speak about that time because it hurt a lot, but
I need to do it to you.  We all paid a high cost to those terrible epidemic
days. I had a wife and a son of five, both were very weak; I knew her when
we were your age; she came to live in the countryside because her weakness,
she always was sick; we fell in love and she was the first girl that I
kissed. I remember that it coincided with first wet dream; from that day I
masturbated everyday thinking about her. She blossomed with our love and
our parents were very happy; we married at 22 y/o.  She was a beautiful
blond with sparking blue eyes; I loved her passionately.  She would have
loved you as much as I do because she had a great heart. Those were the
best years of my life in spite of the hard work that I had, firstly
attending to the medicine, botanic and nautical schools and after
graduation ships and hospitals. Three years later our son Charles came into
this life; I had the hope he would have been a strong and healthy boy, like
you are, but he was not. He was a copy of his mom: an angel. However; he
was extremely bright like you are." He paused for a moment and Jeremy
kissed tenderly his father encouraging him to continue. "He was able to
read at four and play some easy tunes on the piano at five. He always was
with his mom except when I was at home. When I returned from the hospital
he used to run into my arms, I lifted him into the air and his musical
laugh sounded to me as glory." Bernard paused again and Jeremy regretted to
have initiated that conversation that brought so much pain to his adored
father. "I encouraged him to play with other boys and girls but it was in
vain. Then came the epidemic that was not so severe, but enough for the
weak, old and sick persons. Within a few hours both died in the same day in
spite of my father and my own efforts." Jeremy hugged his father very tight
and kissed him.

"I'm sorry dad, I'm a stupid causing you so much pain." The boy's eyes
blurred not because the story, but for the pain he was causing to his
father. The man reciprocated the hug as Jeremy added: "I love you, dad. Do
you know that?"

"Yes I do, because I love you as much as you do to me. You might not
believe it, but I feel much better now after telling you what I have kept
in my heart during these years." They kissed tenderly and in that moment
the bell rang. They got up; dressed, cleaned the cabin and everyone went to
his duties. The hunter had been good and the ship's hold tanks were full of
fat. The Captain unusually called for a meeting to all crew on deck. He was
standing near the bridge with his three officers and the midshipmen round
them. Then he said:

"It's exceptional but you are an exceptional crew and I am proud of all of
you. We have reached our objective two months before schedule, so this week
we will not hunter, we'll repair and get the ship ready for our return
home." The crew shouted and launched their hats up. "However we are still
here for a few weeks and I would like to express you my thanks for your
behaviour and wish you a happy new year. Besides an event took place some
weeks ago, probably some of you have guessed it; our physician and third
officer Mr. Bernard Northfield has adopted the cabin boy Jeremy Mall as his
legal son, so I have signed the document witnessed by my officers by which
his name is Jeremy Northfield; copy of this document was given to the
warship that visited us a couple of weeks ago, in order she deliver it to
the Governor of Australia where she was going to. Now we will have a
special meal and some run to celebrate both events." Jeremy was sobbing
when the Captain signed and gave to the first officer copy of the adoption
document in order he could write down on the ship log. Jeremy could not
resist the moment and he run and jumped into his father arms. Some tears
came down on some more sensitive crewmembers, especially on John's that was
near the helm.

Chapter 4 - The wreckage

The life onboard continued as usual, Jeremy did his chores as cabin boy;
however his consideration had risen since he was the son of the
physician. He continued studying and teaching John at the same time. In
moments where they were free of service the boys talked about their
intimacies, but Jeremy never told a single word about what he did with his
father; that was only between them and nobody else.

"John, I want to tell you something. My dad has told the captain that our
wages must be paid to you in order you can finish school and become a
midshipman, and also you can find Jack. If he is alright, my dad will take
care of his sicknesses." The boy looked around and not seeing anyone, he
hugged his friend with some tears.

"Thank you Jeremy; I'm glad you have been adopted and I'm sure we will meet
some time in our country. You will become a good physician and your father
will be proud of you. I hope you find a pretty girl that loves you as much
as I do."

The days and weeks elapsed and the ship with his expensive load put her bow
to Northeast and started sailing toward home; they were sailing in high
seas in order to prevent possible attacks from the pirates. Day after day
the temperature changed to warmer, now all crewmembers wore short and light
shirt; the rain appeared near everyday washing the ship, filling their
water tanks and cleaning their bodies. Now they could use soap, the stink
of melted fat disappeared and the vessel and crew looked happier looking
forward to the extra money they would get. They were sailing thru that part
of the Ocean Pacific where Mother Nature had built many small islands that
normally were uninhabited in those times. Suddenly John shouted from the
top of the mainmast:

"It blows." The crew did not know what to do; they had finished the hunt
but the ship had empty tanks previously filled with water and they did no
expect to need them since they could load water in the normal port of
call. It was a big animal, the Captain made consultation with his officers
and most of the crew and they agree to kill that big whale and get extra
money; they were before schedule, so they could spend some time on it. They
observed the animal; it looked a lonely one, probably an old male sick or
injured, so they agreed to send the full two boats with the four
harpooners, they wanted to solve rapidly the hunt. They approached the
whale, it was the biggest they had seen; the harpooners launched their
deadly weapons. The animal made a move and disappeared into the blue deep
waters; the sailors expected that; as usual, the whale would start a frenzy
run, but it didn't, the ropes attached to the harpoons were flaccid. While
everybody was concentrated on the hunt, Bernard looked to the horizon, he
observed some dark clouds and lighting very far; he was contrary to the
hunt but he could not influence on the rest.

"Captain, I think that a storm is approaching to us." The wind started
blowing a little bit harder than before. The Captain was concentrated on
the hunt, he answered.

"Don't worry, we have a good ship and before it reaches us we will have
fixed that animal to our side." Saying that with a great surprise they saw
how the thirty tons of the animal emerged from the deep sea near the two
boats; it lifted its large body on the air and fell down on the boats.
Both disappeared in the sea, some sailors tried to emerge but, as usual in
those times, none of them knew how to swim. The rest of the crew was
astonished and could not believe what their eyes were seeing. The captain
ordered the ship to approach quickly to the place in order to try the
rescue of surviving sailors. The wind speed had increased, and waves
started moving the vessel; suddenly the wounded animal appeared at stern,
raised its huge tail and stroked against the rudder; the large and strong
wooden piece went out of its hinges into the sea; the helm went mad and the
ship, without govern, started gyrating following the wind. The Captain
immediately gave orders to control the vessel with the sails, but the wind
had increased its strength. The sky got blacker, now it was a hurricane
with high waves, lighting, heavy rain and thunders. It was an inferno. This
type of storms were normal in that part of the Pacific, however to cope
with that they would have needed the rudder, or at least that no island
appeared in sight; but they could not see anything, only large waves with
high foamed crests that made the vessel to jump as a mad horse at the mercy
of them. Bernard guessed the danger, he carefully approached Jeremy.

"Son, wear the lifebelt and attach your knife to it. Don't get far away
from me; we could be in danger." The boy was scared; he looked to his
father and quickly went into the cabin, appearing some minutes later with
the strange garment round his chest. The night had fallen, stronger wind
and higher waves continued, they could see nothing; it was near dawn but
still dark as a hell; from time to time the lighting and thunder hit the
sea round them and the strong wind broke one of the rig masts. Suddenly two
lightings like snakes illuminating the sea as the daylight followed by
terrible thunders discovered that the ship was near an island.  Bernard
shouted to the Captain pointing out to the direction where he had seen the
foaming coral reef of the island.  The vessel was too near the foaming
rocks, she manoeuvred to avoid the terrible rocks, but it was too
late. Bernard quickly shouted to Jeremy:

"Jump into the water and swim to the towed little boat, cut the rope, I'll
join you there; if I couldn't, swim to the island, beware of the foam, the
sharp rocks are under it! Come on, don't lose a second. I'll follow you!"
Tears came to his eyes, but he had learnt that he had to obey his dad; he
kissed him quickly and jumped into the sea. The ship was now only a few
metres from the rocks. With the lifebelt was easy to swim, he approached
the little boat that they used to repair or paint the scull and cut the
rope; he tried to jump into it but lifebelt made that very difficult. In
that moment a large wave took him away from the small boat, he could
observe how a strong current dragged him to the foaming rocks; he fought
against the waves that took him up and down; the lighting and storm showed
him the way. He passed the sharp rocks barrier and seemed that waves there
were not so strong; in a moment a large lighting illuminated the sea and he
could see how the ship was lifted up like a feather and crashed against the
rocks.  He cried but continued swimming; some minutes later a new lighting
followed by a strong thunder and he saw nothing; the ship was not there,
she had disappeared swallowed by the sea. He fought against the waves that
pulled him to the beach; a new lighting and he saw a large black rock, he
swam to a side and another large wave dropped him on the sand. He crawled
under the rain on the beach, leaving behind the rough waves coughing; he
was exhausted. Dawn was appearing on the East, he was alone, he cried and
his tiredness drifted his body to sleep.

After ordering his son to jump, Bernard tried to jump too, but something
caught his boot; he freed it immediately straddled the board to jump into
the water; in that moment a lighting and a thunder sounded and he felt as
something stroke his right leg and crotch; the pain was so intense that he
near passed out, he dropped himself near the ship that soon disappeared in
the darkness; he had in his hand the long rope of the little boat; he
dragged it to him and the boat approached, however when he tried to jump
into it he felt a terrible pain in his leg, he knew he could not swim with
it and to get impulse necessary to get into the boat. He knew that he had
to use the boat as a lifebelt; that brought to his memory his adored son
and he cried. Soon he could check that the ship was not there, she was gone
with all his friends and colleagues. Could he survive? He thought. He could
not swim so he had to attend what the little boat did. With horror he saw
that the little boat was being dragged to the rock barrier.  Time had
elapsed very quickly and the sun was rising over the East. It seemed that
storm would never end; he was exhausted and still was near the sharp
foaming reefs threatening him. He swam with his free arm and pulling the
little boat to him. A large and high wave sent him and the boat to the
other side of the rocks; he felt a tremendous pain in his leg and he
thought he would die. He tied the rope to his wrist so the boat could pull
him to offshore. He lost his senses during some time; he ignored how long
he had been unconscious, but coughed and expelled some water. He saw the
shore, he was very near, but he was exhausted; he was not a believer but he
prayed for his son and his father; he knew he would drown within
seconds. His glottis closed itself; and he experienced how he was dragged
into a very dark and deep well as he mentally started calling his son:
"Jeremy, Jeremy". His brain with the lack of oxygen ordered his heart to
stop working.  He had died. Today we know that this was an apparent death
and that he could be revived within a few minutes and before brain cells
died too, and that's what happened.

Jeremy woke up as the heat of the sun burned his white skin still wearing
the lifebelt; he stood and, to his surprise, he saw a corpse near the beach
fighting to survive. He quickly took off the lifebelt, his shoes, shirt and
shorts and jumped into the water; the person had stopped fighting and
breathing, he was floating; he noticed his wrist was tied to the boat and
his heart exploded; he quickly untied the rope and in a minute he dragged
the corpse to offshore. He cried out.

"Dad!!! Please. Noooo!!!" He had recognized his father. Crying he placed
his dad on his back turning the head on his right side leaving his mouth
free; he started pushing hard with his two hands on the man's chest. As
anyone in those times, he believed that his father's lungs were full of
water and needed to expel it out; in that moment he ignored that his father
was dead. He continued pressing against the man's heart, this sent fresh
blood to the brain, this essential part of any animal woke up from its
lethargy and ordered the heart to start pumping blood, it needed more
oxygen. Bernard saw that the black well was now brilliant white; he
coughed, and to Jeremy's surprise he expelled yellowish saliva and no water
at all. Bernard heard very far away his son voice calling him. "Dad,
please, dad; don't leave me!!!". He saw in a blur his adored son features
and murmured:

"Jeremy, Jeremy!" He closed his eyes and drifted into a very deep sleep. He
was exhausted.  Jeremy seeing his father breathing, he dragged him under
the lazy palm trees that covered the beach now being moved by a light
breeze; it was like a paradise. He took his shirt and pulled it under his
head as a pillow; he was breathing comfortably, and he wanted to clean him
from the salt. He looked around, entered into sparse jungle and saw a
little stream of clear water coming from the forests. He wetted his shirt
and cleaned his father face; he kissed him repeatedly as his tears came out
and run down his cheeks. He thought he had to prevent him from the sunburnt
because he had been exposed too much and their skins were too white. He
tried to take his father clothes off in order to clean them from the salted
water; with some difficulty he pulled up his hips and dragged down his
underwear and shorts. He was amazed of the size of his testicles; they were
more than twice the normal size, dark violet; obviously they were
inflamed. He totally dragged his trousers and could see the bump formed on
his right leg. He carefully touched it as he had seen to do a few times his
father and he clearly determined that the bone under the skin was broken;
part of the leg was purple; that explained his delay on reaching the
shore. He wetted his shirt again several times cleaning his father's body
that was pleasantly sleeping. With his knife he cut a few soft palm leaves
and covered him. He lay near him and in seconds he drifted to sleep. It was
near the sunset, Bernard woke and found his son laying near him and sighed
as the sleeping angel moved a little. He kissed his forehead and Jeremy
opened his large dark blue eyes. He carefully kissed his dad on the lips.

"Dad, how do you feel?"

"A lot better, son; but I am thirsty; please use a banana tree leaf and
bring me some water." The boy jumped and Bernard could see the beauty of
his naked son; a couple of minutes later Jeremy helped his dad to drink the
water. Bernard motioned his son to approach to his chest and he hugged
tenderly the young boy; the emotions took them and both started to sob
quietly as Bernard guessed that they were the only survivors of the
tragedy. He looked into those lovely eyes and tenderly kissed his son's
face: "Jeremy, my son, we have a lot to do and quickly, especially about my
leg; we need to put it straight as soon as possible, otherwise it will be
more difficult and painful, even I could convert into a disable man."

"Dad, I have seen a ripped bunch of bananas and we need to eat something; I
am starving."  The man grinned.

"Alright then" He looked to the beach and saw the little boat tied up to a
palm tree. "Take the old sable that is in the boat and cut it. We have many
things to do before nightfall. You better wear your shoes, we don't know
what is under the sand." The boy jumped and did as told; the man could see
the beautiful naked figure to run to the boat. A few minutes later, Jeremy
returned dragging a large bunch of yellow bananas and they started eating
the sweet meat. When their hunger was calmed Bernard said: "Jeremy you must
go into the jungle and find a straight branch to cut into pieces. Also,
probably a little upper hill, you should see a bush with red fruits, they
are the size of a cherry, if you find more than one with similarity, take
two of each, I'll tell you later the differences. Come on, speed up!"
Jeremy jumped and took the old sable with him; he followed the stream and
soon he saw a little fall that dropped its water into the main stream.  He
followed it and could see that it went uphill to the high mountain; the
water run among bushes as in a carved tiny canal; about hundred metres
uphill he saw a large bush covered with red tiny fruits. He was so engulfed
in his task that he did not turn his back, when he did, he saw he was over
the palms and other trees. He near could sea the total island that was as a
gigantic snail sleeping on his side, about three or four miles long and two
or three wide, totally flat and covered with thick vegetation, except the
mountain where he was where the vegetation was scarcely; only bushes and no
trees. He started taking some fruit, but the boy curiosity made him to
follow the little stream under the bush; he was amazed when he discovered
that the bush covered the entrance to a cave probably formed by the lava
thousands years ago. It was of about two metres high and the same wide; he
entered following the tiny canal carved on the rock that run on the right
side of the cave. As soon as he entered he could see that the cave widened,
the ceiling was about three metres over his head and five metres wide; he
followed the water until it was too dark inside, however he could see that
the spring was just there, probably coming from the high mountain over
him. When he was coming out, his boot touched something on the floor, it
was like an old ace; he took it with him and went out; time had elapsed and
his father was waiting for him.  He descended following the mini stream and
soon he showed his dad the fruit.  "I was worrying that some thing would
have happened to you, my son."

"Sorry dad, but that bush was very high in the mountain; I could see the
shape of the island from there, and what is more important, I have
discovered a cave hidden by the bush and this ace." Bernard looked the tool
and to his son; it was more than justified the time. He dragged his boy to
him and kissed him on the lips; Jeremy grinned and felt rewarded by his
dad.

"It is more than three hundred year old. The lack of humidity into the cave
has preserved it, so, you are not the first person entering in the
cave. Son, it has been great that you have discovered it, as soon as I can
walk we will install ourselves in there; we don't know how long we will be
here. I wonder the situation of this island; probably there are thousands
of islands in these seas like this. Now, let's go to business.

"I suppose I have to place the sticks round your broken leg; so I found
this cord on the beach, I think it is from the flag of our ship; there was
not anything attached to it."

"The flag won't save us by now, my son. Let's proceed. Smash these seeds
until it become a thick paste." Jeremy found a round stone near the big
rock and in a little dry pond he smashed the seeds until it was like a
cream. Bernard explained: "Jeremy these seeds are extremely efficient, when
you applied over the leg, I'll feel nothing on the damaged area, however, a
few minutes later it will affect my whole body and I'll go into hard sleep
during a few hours. It is not strong enough to heal the total pain;
therefore probably I'll pass out. It is normal, and then you can carry out
with your first operation. Are you ready, doctor Northfield?"  Jeremy
smiled and kissed his father a peck on his chicks.

"Yes master, I am. I would like that you do not suffer, but." He grinned
and kissed his son reassuring him.

"Alright. You have everything ready. Now put the cord ring round my leg, be
careful son, I now know what a broken bone means. As soon as you apply the
paste, slowly you will sit on my leg until you feel that the bone is
straight, then without delay and before the muscles can react, fix the
sticks round it; don't worry if I cry or moan in pain as long as I continue
breathing. Ready son?" A blur came to the boy eyes, but bravely he cleaned
it.

"Yes dad, I am ready." He took the red paste and spread a large portion on
the leg.

"Now Jeremy, I feel nothing!" Jeremy set slowly on the leg and his weight
pulled down the broken bone together; Bernard screamed in pain, and as he
had advised he passed out.  Jeremy placed the four sticks round the
straight leg preventing its move. He added further straps with the tree
bark that he had peeled from the sticks. Beads of sweat run thru Bernard's
forehead that Jeremy cleaned delicately. He thought that his father would
need a especial crutch to put under his armpit to walk; he went into the
jungle and could see many beautiful birds flying from one tree to
another. He found what he was looking for and with some difficulty he cut
the branch he needed; he thought it will also fit for a handle for the
ace. When he returned it was near dark, Bernard had just woken up and was
contemplating his son work.  "You did a good job, Jeremy; I would say a
perfect job. Within a couple of weeks I'll be as if nothing had happened."
He extended out his arms to his son; Jeremy kneeled before him and kissed
his dad. The full moon was now rising in the East, it was a very warm night
and the sea seemed a lake after the rock barrier. What a difference from
the previous night!

"I have made a crutch for you, tomorrow you will try it. I have found this
other big fruit, is it edible, dad?"

"Yes, and very good if it is ripe, it is a luxury in our country. I don't
know its name in English; in South America they call it "mango". Jeremy
took his knife and peeled it, he took a portion and tasted.

"Dad, it is wonderful!" He exclaimed. Tomorrow I'll bring a few more and
when you are cured or ready we'll explore the island." They ate fruits
until they were satisfied; Jeremy cuddled into his father chest and started
rubbing and caressing his chest hair; immediately his dick started to
grow. He turned around because he did not want his father to see his cock
hard in those circumstances, but he could not stop it, but Bernard was not
so silly.

"It is alright, Jeremy. You are a healthy boy and should not be ashamed of
that." He blushed and kissed his dad.

"I love you dad; you are so great, so good, so understandable." He kissed
back his son. The night was beautiful and warm; he felt much better,
probably the drug was still making effect in him. The closeness to his son
invited to talk. They had all the time for themselves.

"Jeremy, you are as great as I am, even I would say more than that." He
looked into his son eyes, dragged him to his chest and continued. "You are
the best thing that ever happened to me, my son. Do you know that I owe my
life to you? You save it this morning."

"Well that's not exactly, I pulled you away from the water and pushed on
your chest in order you expelled the water in your lungs; that's all." He
looked again to those beautiful eyes and kissed him.

"Jeremy, when you pulled me out to shore I was dead. I am sure your actions
to expel the water from my lungs had a lot to do with my revival. We don't
know what happened but you did it."  The boy looked to his father
seriously.

"Dad, I was terrible scared when I saw that you did not expel any water.
Your lips were blue and you did not breathe; suddenly your lips and face
started recovering his normal colour and I insisted pushing on your chest;
then you coughed. I felt so, so good." Tears appeared in his eyes and his
father hugged him tenderly.

Once we are at home we'll discuss this subject with my father. We have a
theory regarding the death; especially by an accident like this. Please
keep in your memory all details because we will be back to those
moments. By now, let's forget and concentrate in our daily life. I wonder
how long we will stay in this island, days, months, years. We don't know;
meanwhile we have to learn to help and love each other. That will solve
many problems; fortunately we are in a good island that can provide food to
survive." They hugged and Jeremy cuddled into his dad arms as he used to do
in the ship.