Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 14:35:35 -0700 (PDT) From: mycandlelight_dreams Subject: Sailor Boys - chapt 19 THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between an adult and a teen-ager. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further. However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY! --- CHAPTER 19 --- Jeffy continued to fuck my face, pumping harder and faster, trying with all his might to push as much of himself inside my mouth as possible. I began to pump my own hard on and was beginning to get a rhythm to match Jeffy's, when a knock came to our door. "Captain?" The voice came without me answering. "You better come take a look at this. We've got a ship approaching...fast!" 'Damn it!' I thought as I broke from Jeffy's hard dick. "We'll continue this later, Matey!" "Okay," Jeffy said with a smile, unaffected by the interruption. "What is it?" I said harshly, as I swung open the door, my hard dick pointing forward. "I'm sorry, Captain," Brandon said as he looked down at my erection. "But the ship is coming in so fast, I thought you should know." "Yes, yes, of course, let's go see." I grabbed my shorts, and haphazardly put them on as we walked down the hallway to the deck stairs. As I opened the door and walked onto the deck, a loudspeaker sounded, "Attention. This is The United States Coast Guard. Stand down and prepare to be boarded." 'The Coast Guard? What the fuck?' The thoughts were rushing through my head, and before I could compose much the vessel was at our railing. "Go down below and make sure the crew is in uniform. Go!" Brandon headed back down the stairs as the engines of the Coast Guard Cutter shut down. An attractive and strapping young man crossed over the open railing and stood before me. A second man was about to cross but the first put his hand up saying, "It's alright, Nicholas, I'm very familiar with this ship." I focused harder on the man who was now on my deck, and caught his nameplate, 'J. Gribbens'. "Holy Shit!" I said out loud. "Joey Gribbens?" "That's Lieutenant Commander Joseph Gribbens, now." He said with a wide smile. "So, I see," I smiled back, admiring the gold cluster on his shirt. "Say, you're a long way from home, Joey!" "Not really. I'm stationed in Santa Monica now, but work up and down the Pacific Coast." "Santa Monica? How long you been stationed there? You know I berth in San Diego! Why haven't you come to see me?" "I know, I know, Captain, take it easy. I've only been in Santa Monica a couple weeks. I went down to your dock last week, but the dockworker said you left three weeks ago. Something about stealing some boys and running away." "Not exactly stealing, Joey. Come on, I'll introduce you to my crew." "Keep an eye on that storm, Nicholas, this will only take a minute." "Aye, aye, Sir." The other man said turning toward the helm of the Cutter. I opened the door and lead the way downstairs, hoping Brandon had followed my instructions. As we approached the main room, Brandon said loudly, "Attention! Captain on the deck!" Instantly, my entire crew was in formation, in uniform, and in my heart with pride! "Lieutenant Commander Gribbens, I'd like to introduce my crew. This is my First Mate, Brandon and his Assistant, Andrew." The boys saluted and then shook hands with Joey. "And the rest of my crew, Zach, Max, Jeremy, Billy, Binder, Thomas, Shaun, and Miwaka." I smiled at each of them as I introduced the boys to Joey. "And this little Matey is Jeffy." "How do you do?" he asked so properly. "Well, thank you. Nice to meet all of you." "As you were, gentlemen. I have some catching up to do with Lieutenant Commander Gribbens." The boys casually left the room and I pointed to a spot on the couch for Joey to sit. "My God, it's been a long time, Joey." I said as I sat down. "Seven Years, Captain. After you took pop and me to the Virgin Islands, we stayed there for a while. He tried to make it work with my step-mom...you remember Shirley?" I nodded, though I really didn't remember the woman. "Anyways, they eventually split up and pop and I moved to Texas. Ever since I was on The Mighty Miss, I wanted more than anything to get back on the sea. I tell ya, Captain, I learned more about being a man on that trip than I ever did anywhere else." He smiled at me, and I could still see that 15-year-old boy in his eyes; the curiosity, the spark of life, and the passion to learn as much from you as he could. With his father on board, I never advanced my position with Joey, nor made any moves on him, but he always managed to be by my side, forever asking questions and quickly learning everything I would teach him. "So you joined the Coast Guard?" "Yep. I love it, Captain. I get to be on the sea, protect our waters, and my men respect me, Captain. Really respect me." "You have a lot to be proud of. You've really grown up, Joey." I squeezed his arm and realizing that I was lingering longer than I should, I pulled away. "So? Anyone special in your life?" I couldn't believe the question. It just slipped out. I was cursing myself for even saying it. "Not really. I spend a lot of time on the Cutters. And, even when we do visit certain Ports, well..." Joey realized he was beginning to sound complaining. "No, no there's no one special." I wasn't sure what Joey was trying to tell me, and this wasn't the place to find out. "Would you like my crew to fix you boys some lunch? My Andrew is an absolute chef, even though he is only twelve." "No, thank you, Captain. That's very kind, but I have to continue my search. We've picked up several small vessels along the coast, and I have to warn them of an oncoming storm in this sector." "How bad?" I said, kicking myself for not checking my own radar. "This one has some pretty good headwinds and promises some nasty rain. You should probably get closer to shore. I hate to see anything bad happen to this old girl. She introduced me to the sea, and it appears she's still doing a good job!" Joey smiled at me as he looked around the main room. "Some things never change." Joey said softly. "I hope you come and see me, Joey. I'll be returning to San Diego in a couple weeks. We'll get together for dinner. I want to hear all about what's been happening in your life." "Dinner it is, Captain. Well," he said as he stood up. "I best be shoving off. More vessels to warn." Joey was about to leave the room when I tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to me, I hugged him tightly to my chest, as a proud father would. "I'm very proud of you, Joseph!" I had never called him that before, and now it seemed so much more appropriate. "Thank you, Captain, for more than you'll ever know." He responded as he returned my hug. We both patted each other on the back as the hug broke, and Joey headed for the stairs. "I'll see you for dinner then." Joey said as he hit the deck and was making his way for the Cutter. Once on the Cutter, I saw him turn towards me, and I swear I saw a tear in his eye. Perhaps it was the lump in my own throat, but it was good to know that I still had a positive impact on the boy's life. The Coast Guard Cutter sped off, and I called for Brandon. "Sir?" Brandon said as he came on deck. "Ready the crew in quick order. We make for the coast line." "Aye, aye, Sir." Brandon started to turn away from me, and I spun him back around, and pulled him to my chest. "Don't ever forget how much I love you, and how VERY proud I am of you." Brandon was speechless. I turned away to hide the tears welling in my own eyes, and Brandon took that as his cue to gather the crew. --- The crew worked diligently, despite the soft rain, and in a matter of 45 minutes, we were cruising along the coastline, looking for a secure and protected alcove to anchor The Mighty Miss against the promised oncoming storm. Brandon, searching through the spyglass, yelled, "There, Captain." I looked toward the shore in the general direction Brandon was pointing, and sure enough, a horseshoe alcove was barely visible, but there, nevertheless. I turned the wheel toward the shore, and navigated The Mighty Miss into the alcove. I shut down the engines, and we lowered the anchor, waiting for the storm to do its worst, and then pass us over. We wouldn't have to wait long, for as we secured the deck, the clouds became darker and the thunderclaps could be heard. The alcove that Brandon had found was protected enough, but we would still be in for a rough ride. I secured the boys below deck and gathered them in the main room, to warn them of the oncoming storm. "It'll get rough and bumpy, but no more than you boys have already been through. This time, I'm staying here with you, so there's no reason to be afraid. All right?" The boys nodded. As an extra precaution, I made the boys don life jackets, and while they were putting them on, I returned to my cabin to check my radar. The mass on the green screen was large without question, and slow moving, so this indeed was going to be "a rough ride." I said out loud. Then it hit me. "A rough ride. Great Irish Mother...why didn't I think of that before?!" I ran from my cabin and returned to the main room. "You boys remember the mini roller coaster at Santa Cruz, don't you?" The boys nodded but looked confused by my question. "Mother Nature has just decided to help us relive it. She's bringing her own roller coaster, right here, for us to play on." The words sounded fun and exciting and the boys began to get anxious about the oncoming storm. "Will it really be like the roller coaster?" Jeffy asked, once again sitting next to me. "Well, not exactly. The drops won't be as sharp, and the rises won't be as long, but we can still have fun with it. And every time we start to go up, we'll hold up our arms, and every time we start to drop, we'll all say 'whoooaaaa'. Are you with me?" The boys nodded and smiled and bought into my visualization. I hoped in my heart that the storm wouldn't last long, or a roller coaster ride would seem like a walk in the park. "So who was the General?" Jeffy asked. "He's a Lieutenant Commander, Jeffy, not a General." I snuggled in next to Jeffy and began to tell the boys how I met Joey, went the first clear crack of lightening struck above us, and the loud boom of the thunderclap rung in our ears. "Holy Fuck!" Thomas cried out. "That was close." "So, Joey was fifteen and thought he knew everything there was to know about life." I quickly went back to my story. I wanted the boys focusing on something other than the storm. Thomas was the hardest to convince, but with his near death experience during the last major storm, I couldn't say that I blamed the boy. I motioned him over to sit on the other side of me and put my strong arm around his shaking shoulders. "It's going to be all right, Thomas. I'm not going to leave you." I whispered into his ear. He smiled for a moment, and snuggled in closer to me. "Go on, Captain. What happened next?" Brandon asked, knowing in his heart I was trying to distract the boys. "Well, from the time he stood on my ship, I knew he was seeing life from the backside of a dark mule." The boys looked at me strangely. "Sorry, my mum used to say that. It means he didn't think anything in life was worth living for. His mum had died, and his dad had met up with some drifter, who convinced him to marry and move the boy to a shack in the Virgin Islands." I looked around as another thunderclap, not quite as loud, sounded above us, and the rain began to increase. "The Virgin Islands, I tell ya." The boys refocused on me. "Of all the places for a growing boy to end up. And a father who didn't know any better. Oh, was an all right sort, I guess. But he thought more about this woman than he did his own son. I told as much during the trip, but he didn't pay any attention to me. 'You're just an old sea captain with no kids of your own. What do you know?' Yes, Sir, he was steering that boy into disaster, I just knew it. So, I decided to make the two week journey something special for the boy." Jeremy and Max began to giggle, and I quickly caught on to their joke. "No, not THAT special, so settle down. But, like Brandon, I taught him how to pilot my ship, and how to respect the sea." My mind began to wonder back to Joey's younger days and the two-week voyage. I was snapped out of my melancholy daydream when Jeffy jabbed me in the side. "Then what?" "Well, it seems he loved the sea so much that he joined up with the Coast Guard and is on the water every day." "I want to be a sailor." Jeffy said proudly. "You already are, stupid." Billy spouted back. "Hey, that'll be enough of that," I scolded at Billy. Billy quickly apologized. "How about you, Andrew? What do you want to be?" I smiled at the blonde-headed boy. Andrew began to blush. "Well, umm...no, you'll think it's stupid." "Not at all, go ahead," Brandon said, assuringly placing his arm around Andrew's shoulders. "Well, I'd kinda like to be a chef." He said, looking down at the floor. "I KNEW it!" The words escaped my mouth before I could pull them back in. Andrew looked up at me, shocked. "You'd be a perfect chef! You already have the talent, and the meals you've been making on this voyage have been outstanding. I was just telling Joey that today!" My pride was beaming through, and apparently contagious, as Andrew's face color returned to normal, and he looked up again. One by one, the boys took turns sharing what they thought they wanted to be. Jeffy stood by his sailor choice, while Billy claimed he wanted to be an Indy Racecar Driver. Brandon said he wasn't sure yet; another sign of maturity as he knew that there were so many more choices in life than he could narrow down so quickly. Zach wanted to be an artist. "A famous painter," he said with pride. Binder bowed his head and said, "I'll probably take over the family business back home." "What does your family do, Binder?" I asked. "My grandfather owns several stores and my father says that when I'm old enough, I will be managing one." Binder once again bowed his head, ashamed that he wouldn't even be given a choice. "Managing a family business is a very responsible job," I said as Binder looked up at me. "It's important to maintain the quality and respect that your family has worked so hard to earn. If you do manage a store, Binder, remember the respect that your family has, as well as the respect your father has bestowed upon you. After all, if he's already talking to you about managing your own store, he obviously sees a lot of skills in you." Shaun said he wanted to be a teacher, and Miwaka quickly chimed in that he would have to wait and see what he became. Jeremy quickly responded next. "I don't care what Max and I do for a living, as long as we stay together." There was a moment of silence then, as all of us realized that we could be stripped from the earth as quickly as we arrived. It was during this silence that a large wave entered the alcove, and raised The Mighty Miss, before bringing her back down again. All of us yelled, "whoooaaaaa!" and the wave passed. "I want to save people," Thomas said solemnly as the wave passed. "I want to do something the keeps people from dying." His statement quieted the room, and I hugged him tightly to my chest. I knew exactly where this statement was coming from, and I just held him. We remained silent over the next 20 minutes, as wave after wave entered our protected cove. Despite the rocking and swaying of our ship, no one spoke. We just sat and waited for whatever would come. Silence, that is, until Jeffy piped up, "Hey...I didn't get to go swimming." Everyone began to laugh, and I kissed Jeffy on the top of the head. "We will, Angel, we will." --- The waves subsided, but not the rain, and the subtle up and down motion of the remaining waves entering the alcove lulled my group into an afternoon nap. The boys snuggled with their partners, and soon the only sounds were the rain on the decking, and the sounds of rhythmic breathing from my boys. I couldn't help myself and succumbed to slumber as well. I was wakened softly as I felt a massaging pressure against my growing groin. Not wanting whoever was doing it to stop, I only peeked out of one eye, to see Brandon's foot between my legs, softly stroking up and down as he quietly sucked on Andrew's throbbing boy cock. I then heard Andrew whisper, "I'm gonna cum." Brandon didn't release his pale prisoner, and only pushed harder on my dick, while sucking more of Andrew inside his hungry mouth. Soon, Andrew was bucking and I was afraid they would wake the others, but Brandon held his boyfriend down, all the while swallowing the young load. The thought of Andrew shooting down Brandon's throat had my own dick at full attention and now leaking its precious precum. I saw Brandon move his hand down to his shorts, pull out his own raging hard on, and begin stroking it. Brandon finally released Andrew's softening dick, and he rolled onto his back, giving Andrew, and myself, a nice show, as he beat off to orgasm. "Cum for me, Bran," Andrew whispered, as Brandon picked up his pace, quickly stroking against the head of his reddening cock. "Ugh," Brandon said softly, as the first blast raced from the tip of his dick, splashing against his own lips. The second, just as powerful, landed on his chin, while the rest of his boy load pooled on his chest and belly. The boy could cum a lot for 13, and I wanted to roll over and tongue bathe him clean. The strong aroma of boy cum quickly filled the main room, and I could hear the other boys begin to stir. I softly touched Brandon's foot, which startled him and he looked directly at me. "You two go get cleaned up. I'm going to wake these guys for dinner." I smiled at Brandon, letting him know it was okay. The boys softly stood up and went to the head to clean off. After they left, I began softly waking the others. "Is it swim time?" Jeffy said through groggy voice. "No, Angel. It's close to dinner time." I kissed him on the head and helped him up. --- Andrew once again prepared the dinner with excellence. Despite the foul weather, he managed to whip together a spring salad, mashed potatoes, steamed carrots and a beautiful sautéed veal, that he had started to bake earlier. As the boys ate and 'ooed' and 'ahed' through the meal, I walked around to where Andrew was seated. "May I have your attention, please?" The room quieted down. Lifting Andrew's arm high in the air, "I'd like to declare the greatest chef that The Mighty Miss has ever seen." Everyone applauded and cheered and Andrew began to blush. I let go of his arm, reached down, and kissed his cheek. "Pursue your dream," I whispered into his ear, and kissed him again. The boys were still applauding and cheering as I sat down, and we consumed the rest of the spectacular meal. After dinner, Andrew was 'prohibited' from cleaning up, as a treat for making such a great dinner. He was named our Chef for the rest of the voyage, and never let us down. --- The storm began to whither as we turned in for the night. I had hoped to make Washington State by today, but with the bad weather, we were now three days behind schedule. "Some schedule," I grumbled as I readied for bed. "What, Cappy?" Jeffy asked. "Nothing, Sweetness," I patted his now naked butt. "Into bed now." As Jeffy lay down on the bed, I sat down next to him and pulled his legs over my lap. I began massaging some lotion onto his ankles; to aid in the healing of his bruises from the island incident. "You're healing up nicely, Mister Man." Jeffy smiled, "Thanks." Jeffy loved having his ankles massaged, and as usual, the massage moved further up his slender body. Tonight, Jeffy seemed to particularly enjoy my touch as his 3-inch dick stood at immediate attention. Occasionally, Jeffy would flick it with his fingers, making it slap his belly, always watching my reaction as he did. It was definitely for my entertainment, rather than his own. I continued to apply the lotion and moved up his slender, hairless legs. His skin was soft already and the lotion made them shine. As I moved up to Jeffy's thighs, he slid off my lap and rolled onto his belly. "You want me to rub your back, Matey?" I asked, already knowing the answer, as I applied lotion to his back. As I began to rub the lotion in, Jeffy spread his tender legs slightly apart, and I could see the base of his hairless balls. I moved my hands to his lower back and in smaller circular motions, I began to rub those firm little cheeks. As I rubbed his ass, Jeffy moved with my motions, grinding his stiff boy cock into the mattress. By now, he had closed his eyes, and had given himself totally to me, ready for whatever attention I would give him. I leaned down and planted a small loving kiss on each cheek. Then, a little more lotion, and my movements began to concentrate on the sensitive part between his boyhole and his ball sac. Jeffy moaned softly and I knew he was enjoying my touch. I brought my hand back up across his ass and as I moved toward his lower back, I let my middle finger slip between his cheeks, barely brushing his tender rosebud. I squirted some lotion across his crack, and following my earlier motion, worked it into his small crevice. Each time I brushed across his tight, virgin hole, he moaned and pushed his hips upward. Jeffy wanted me to go inside him, and as much as I wanted to comply, I continued to work slowly, cautiously, insuring not to hurt my lover boy. That was, until during my next pass, Jeffy pushed upward while grabbing my hand, holding me in place. The tip of my finger pushed against his hole, and I felt him loosen and open up for me. Neither of us spoke, but Jeffy had opened his eyes, and looking deep into mine, smiled at me. He knew what he wanted me to do, and without saying a word, begged me to enter him. I had penetrated his young boyhole with my finger in the shower, but this was different. I pressed my finger against him again, and with very little effort, it slipped inside his love hole. Jeffy moaned louder. "Am I hurting you?" I had to be sure he was okay. "No, no...keep going, Cappy." He answered as he pushed his hips upward against my hand. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, and I'll stop, Jeffy." I pushed a little more of my finger inside him, and he tightened around it, trying to lock me inside. The lotion was working its magic, and I began to pull back out. As soon as I felt that the tip of my finger was almost out, I worked my way back in again, all the while causing Jeffy to squirm and moan on the bunk. As he pushed his hips upward, I reached under him with my other hand, massaging his slightly wet but very stiff dick. "You like what Cappy is doing, don't you, Jeffy?" "Mmm, hmmm." Jeffy was thoroughly enjoying my anal probe, and between pushing against my finger on his upward movement and rubbing against my hand on the downward stroke, Jeffy was experiencing electricity from both ends. My own fully erect cock began to leak its precious precum down the underside of my shaft. I wanted to give it a gentle squeeze, but both my hands were busy, and I dare not release my boy now. I was certain that Jeffy could read my mind, because he reached over, and wrapping his hand around my hard shaft, gently squeezed it, causing more of my clear liquid to flow forward. As I continued to massage his hole, in and out, slowly sending my lover into ecstatic bliss, I leaned down and kissed his cheeks. I could feel that Jeffy was loosening and I didn't want the intensity of his experience to be broken, so slowly, lovingly, I inserted both my first and middle fingers into his slippery and now hungry hole. Jeffy moaned again, this time a little louder. He was enjoying the attention and obviously feeling no pain. I continued probing my boy, in and out, applying lotion to keep things slippery and wet, and then inserted a third finger. I went very slowly as I pushed all three into his tender ass. I could feel his muscle close around me and then relax. Jeffy was trying to get used to my invading fingers. In my mind, I knew where this was leading, but I wasn't sure Jeffy was ready for that much attention. He wanted it. I wanted it! But, was he ready? I felt my mind wander as I continue to massage my lover. Jeffy looked at me, stopped my hand, and whispered, "Can we do it this time?" "I don't want to hurt you, Jeffy." I whispered back, as I gently moved toward his angelic face. "You wouldn't hurt me, Cappy. I know that. I'll tell you if it hurts. Please, I want to try." His eyes smiled at me, and I reached in and kissed him on his tender young lips. I moved Jeffy to his side and generously applied some more lotion to his hole. I applied another generous amount, stroking it over my throbbing shaft. "Are you ready?" I asked. Jeff nodded. I lay down and positioned myself so that my rock hard cock was pointed at his ass and as I pushed forward, my dickhead slipped between his cheeks and touched his hole. "Now, just relax, Angel. I'll go slow, just like my fingers." I pushed against his hole as I lifted his right leg. I was surprised when the head of my dick slipped right into him. I stopped suddenly, allowing him to get used to my cock inside him. The heat of his ass wrapped around me and I could feel his hole close tightly around its intruder. "Relax, Baby." I pushed a little further in, and Jeffy moaned. "You okay?" "Mm, hmm, I'm okay, Cappy." A little more of my manhood eased inside his tight, virgin and hungry boy hole. "Mmmm." Jeffy moaned. I continued adjusting myself, sliding more and more of my hard 6 1/2 inch cock inside the young boy. Jeffy relaxed and the remainder of my shaft disappeared between his cheeks, my pubic hair tickling his ass cheeks. "I'm all the way in, Jeffy. Cappy's inside you, Baby." Jeffy smiled at me and then closed his eyes. Just as slowly as I had pushed in, I began sliding my huge member out of his love tunnel. Jeffy moaned again as my dick slid across the walls of his chute. As I reached the tip, I reversed and began feeding more of my dick back into him and I repeated this motion over and over; each time with greater ease and more moaning from my lover. "Faster, Cappy." Jeffy whispered to me through moans of passion. I increased my speed and could feel my precum oozing from the tip, aiding in the slippery lubrication. Soon, Jeffy and I had a rhythm going, him pushing against me, me pushing inside him. I reached around his slender waist and began milking his stiff wet dick. "This is awesome." Jeffy moaned. He said other things as well, but none of them audible. He was lost in his own bliss and I let my mind get lost in my own bliss. I moved in and out of Jeffy faster still and I could feel the pressure building in my balls. Our breathing and moaning increased to match our movements. I wanted to hold on as long as possible, so Jeffy could enjoy his first time. However, Jeffy's orgasm changed that plan. As I stroked his dick, he began to shoot, as the first watery stream of boy cum escaped his dick, his ass tightened around me, milking my own load. I pushed deep into his gullet, and the first rope of my own hot cum exploded from my dick, coating the walls of his tunnel. Jeffy shot again, this time over my hand, and I used it as a lube and continued stroking his still erect dick. Jeffy jerked and bucked under me, as I shot another load deep into him. The heat of his ass, and the wetness of my cum made the electricity flowing through the head of my dick even more intense and I shot another rope of man juice. Jeffy had begun to breath normally again, and continued moving his ass back and forth against my softening dick, milking the last of my fluid from it. As my soft dick slid from its loving prison, I laid Jeffy on his back, and began to lick my boy clean. The mild flavor of his boy cum was delicious and as I finished licking it from him, I began to suck on his still stiff boy cock. Jeffy was still slightly sensitive from his orgasm and I moved gingerly over his wet dick. As Jeffy began to moan again, I increased my pace, milking his tender balls dry of their precious fluid. I began to stroke his ass, and as my finger easily slipped inside, the wetness of my cum slid across my finger. I pushed further inward, pressing against his prostrate, and Jeffy began to buck wildly under me. "I can...feel...it again." He said as his hairless dick jumped in my mouth and spurted another small load of his tasty cum. I licked my tongue across the tip of his dick, trying to get every drop from it. Then I moved my mouth all the way down his young shaft, squeezed my lips tightly around it, and pulled forward, milking the last few droplets. As I let go of his dick, Jeffy opened his eyes, smiled at me and said, "I love playing with you, Cappy." "Me too, Angelboy, me too." I snuggled up next to my lover and we drifted off to sleep. --- Jeffy and I overslept, having forgotten to set the alarm last night, and since we were both pretty spent from Jeffy's first experience with me, we slept right through. However, Chef Andrew had other ideas, and since he was the first one to move about the ship, he decided a nice traditional bacon and eggs breakfast would be just the things to get the ship moving. He was right. The aroma of the bacon, and fresh cocoa drew me from dreamland and planted me firmly back in reality. "Mmmm, something smells good," Jeffy smiled, as he hoped out of bed and rushed to the head for his morning relief. I joined him and standing by his side, we finished relieving our bladders, and quickly dressed to join the others in the galley. The rain had subsided and although there was still a gray haze outside, the rain had at least stopped. "Hot cocoa, Captain?" Andrew smiled at me, with a steaming cup in his hand. --- I hope you're enjoying this adventure. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.