Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 00:35:37 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Jean Peterson. Part 25

"SKIP TO THE BRIDGE PLEASE"
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"I don't believe it!" Scott shot out of the bunk while Andrew nearly shit
himself laughing!

"Serves you right, too busy fucking the boys!" Scott threw a jug of water
over him and ran out. The sheets needed changing anyway.

"We are picking up an SOS from a ship called Sea Master. She is under
attack and says there are about six of them already on board and holding
some crew, they cannot get to the safety cell because the crew will be
killed if they try. They are south east of us and 80 miles. It's gone
quiet so presumably they are taken." Scott went to the chart table and
looked at the position marine Colin had given him.
"She is along way from the coast, 350 miles and only 2.5 hours from us."
It did not take long for Scott to make up his mind. He went to the
plotter and tapped in a new course that would intercept the Sea Master
assuming a speed of 15 knots. He picked up the intercom.
"Standby we are going hard to port and full speed." He nodded to Colin
who pushed the throttles through the gates and turned the ship to port.
He went back to the intercom and gave the crew what he knew. "Come to the
bridge please."

"Ok, I have looked up the Sea Master. She is a 20,000 ton ship carrying a
dry cargo, but it doesn't say what it is and was on her way to Spain,
there is a crew of 26, at least that's what it says on the ships details,
we all know that could be higher. We will need to contact the company and
see if they will give us more information, but I doubt it. The weather is
fine at the moment and the forecast is very good. It will be a dark night
with a new moon and some possible cloud cover. We will get to within
radar contact which will take 2.5 hours then trail her. When it gets dark
and if the weather holds we will make a decision to go or not. Meanwhile
we had better get everything ready."
As expected the company would not answer any questions, but they did find
out she was American owned and crewed. Scott had no idea where any of the
navies were and wondered if they may balls up someone else's attempt at
a rescue. He was not going to risk not doing anything.

Louis went to the boat deck with Paul, Colin, Jan and Marcell, not to
be useful, but to see what they were doing. All three sets of combat gear
were checked over and the three chest packs that would carry four
grenades four pairs of handcuffs, a roll of duck tape and the four
syringes Louis had already prepared which once injected would put the
receiver out for about two hours. The glocks and tazers were in holsters
with a clip already in and two more in the waist belt. The tazers had
four loads in each and after firing one it was a matter of turning the
barrel to line the next one up for use. The last thing was an old
fashioned cosh they had made up full of sand and if it was slammed into
some poor sods head it would be "goodnight sweetheart."

Paul and Colin went through the checks again and as they worked Louis was
looking at Colin and his mind went back to last night in his cabin.

The scene looked like something between a porn film and a comic/horror
movie starring two naked men, one on the bunk on his arms and knees with
his bare bum stuck up in the air with blood oozing out from within the
valley and the other naked man standing besides the other with a cut
throat razor in his hand and a worried look on his face.

Prior to the blood letting Colin had agreed to rid Louis of his bum hairs
in the valley of pleasure and had prepared said valley with a good dollop
of shaving soap. He had shaved the left side of the valley and stood back
admiring his work.

"You now look half beautiful Louis my boy."

"Ok mister barber, get on with it." Colin put more soap on the other side
and after playing with Louis's hole for a while he withdrew the
digit when he told Colin he would fart so hard it would blow his finger
off if he did not take it out.

"Yes oh master with a funny accent. You had better hope I don't sneeze
otherwise your bollocks will be served up at dinner time." Still laughing
at his own joke Colin gave a stroke and cut the head off a spot that
he had not seen. Although it was only a small spot, blood poured from it
turning all the soap red. The first Louis knew there was something up was
when Colin casually said. "Ooops!"

"What?" Colin did not answer and got a handful of tissues and rammed them
into the Louis's rear end and hoped it would stop quick.

"You turd you have cut me haven't you!"

"Only a bit, you aint going to die, well not for another five minutes
anyway." Louis pushed his hand away and felt himself and looked at the
blood on his fingers.

"MURDERER! You Brit fucker, taking advantage of a man bending over!"

"Oh shut up and die quietly you wimp." Colin cleaned the soap away and
got down and kept licking the spot in the hope it would stop. It was
hardly an artery that had been severed after all, but Louis was making as
much of it as he could.

"That's an open wound, don't lick it may turn septic."

"That would make it like the rest of you then, now shut up and enjoy!"
Colin carried on licking and noted it became quiet at the other end.
Eventually it stopped and Colin dry shaved the few remaining hairs,
slapped Louis's bum hard and declared that his hole was now ready to be
fucked. "Preferably by me.................again!"
Louis being a surgeon himself needed a second opinion and when his
fingers came back blood free he told Colin he was off the assassination
list.

"Did you know thats the name of an African nation?"

"What African nation?"

"Assassi Nation. Used to be called Kenya!"

Colin finished his special treatment of Louis by taking him to the shower
and got on his knees to make sure there was no further damage. He pulled
Louis's cheeks apart and stuck his face into him and made good use of his
tongue much to his South African's joy.
Colin got out and left Louis to do private things, dried off and laid on
the bunk. Ten minutes later Louis was straddled across Colin feeding his
cock into him. Once he had got Colin fully into him he leaned forward and
kissed Colin while riding him at the same time. After a change of
position and now with Louis on his back and legs spread, Colin went in
again and after a very short time exploded into this lovely man. Louis
laid back as Colin, who still had his cock inside him, wanked Louis until
he too shot four good loads.

Back on the boat deck Colin looked up at Louis and saw the smile on his
face and knew he was thinking about last night. They had met quite a few
times now and neither of them wanted to stop. Not for the first time
Louis was thinking, very hard.

Back on the bridge they were all looking at photo's of the Sea Master and
Paul, who was the natural one to lead any attack, Scott and Colin were
going over the plans. They were all well known to them already as they
had trained so hard and often. Really what this was, was a real target.
During all this time of training and the idea of using one of the Apaches
from the RIB, Neil and Andrew had come up with a platform that would be
fitted to the front of the RIB for the Apache to fly from when they were
in range. It was an extremely good effort and Marcell had for some time
now practiced flying off of it and landing. Jon had been pissed off it
was not him going, but made them all laugh.
"Your racist skip , it's only because i'm white!"

They now had the Sea Master on radar and Scott slowed to just 5 knots
above that of the ship and gradually closed with her. He would go to 10
miles and stay like that hoping not to cause alarm on the other ship. The
biggest risk was the Jean was sailing parallel to the Sea Master which
may make them suspicious as all other ships but them were sailing east to
west or the other way. The Sea Master and the Jean were sailing north.
There was still plenty of day light and time to go over the attack time
and time again.
"Right think we have got it. Any thoughts?" Paul asked.
"Yes." Colin replied. "What do you think about taking one or both of the
shot guns. As we don't want to kill any of them, I could empty an few
cartridges and fill them with rice. I have fired a sawn off shot gun
before and I tell you it fucking hurts. These guys only have shirts and
shorts on from what I see and as we have to get close to them anyway they
will think their time has come with one of those firing at their nuts."

"Skip? Colin is right, but it's up to you, you have to explain why we are
handing them back in four bits!"

Scott shrugged. "Go for it, but how do we carry them, we don't have
slings?"

"Shove them in the belts, just make sure you have the safety on!" Colin
and Neil cut the barrels down and after he had put rice in one the crew
watched as he fired it into a frame covered in thick cardboard. It made a
real mess and he was told to go and make up 20 cartridges.

"Ok Colin go and be a vandal. You should be good at it, you are a Marine
after all." But Scott was worried he did not like knowing he would be
seen by the Sea Master.

"Right, sail away from her to 15 miles, that way they will loose us, just
hope we don't loose them. We will sail at maximum speed when we are going
to attack, then turn east so we pass to her stern, that way they will
think we are just passing them. When we go out in the RIB go to 15 miles
to the east then turn parallel to her until we call." Neil was happy
about that and all there was to do now was wait.

"Skip, I think we should all get into our gear. I know we have made no
decision yet, but we need to get used to being in it, in case we go."

The one remaining thing to do was launch the RIB and have it bought to
the side for Marcell's Apache to be loaded on the platform. They did this
every time they practiced, it saved taking the rotors off to get to the
boat deck. With it and the rotors secured Jan bought the RIB back on
board.

By now it was dusk and in an hour it would be dark. The weather was good
as was the sea, the crew were ready as was the ship. It was just a simple
matter of Scott's decision, the biggest one of his life. He went out on
deck and walked to the stern deep in thought. Andrew watched him go, but
would not leave him alone for long.

"Hi Rambo!" Dispite himself Scott bust out laughing. Christ Andrew got it
right every time! He pulled Andrew into him and even if he was not
dressed for the occasion managed to hug him.

"Come on we are going!"

They were all on the bridge after the ship had been locked down. They all
went through the rescue again and afterwards stood looking at Scott and
all of them glad they were not him. There was no point in thinking any
more, but he just asked one more time.

"Is EVERYONE good with this?" As one they said, yes.

"Lets go, there are some lives to save." With one last look at Andrew,
Scott led the way down to the boat deck. Scott, Paul, Colin, Marcell,
George and Jan climbed into the RIB. Paula opened the heavy stern door
and they launched. Jan opened up to full power and turned on the last
know course of the Sea Master. All they could do was hope she had stayed
on the same course and speed. Neil would have turned the Jean now and
once they had found her on radar would pass to her stern sailing east and
all the time getting closer to both the Master and the RIB.

They were in luck and at three miles had her on their on board radar. Jan
slowed to 15 knots and Marcell took the cover off of the Apache, they
would wait until they were just under a mile and take off to look at the
ship.
They could see no movement through the binoculars which gave them a boost
and Paul hoped they could board at the stern as was the preference.

Marcell freed the rotors and started up. After what seemed an age George
got a nod from Marcell and he released the clamps holding the Apache to
the platform and Marcell took off and climbed to 200 feet and wide
he flew towards the Sea Master. Now he was along side her but too far
away and too high, but that was planned. He stayed with her until sure he
had not been seen. After a while he began to take the Apache nearer and
dropped to the bridge hieght. Now he was 200 yards away and could see
very well. Now that he had good visual he flew the length of the ship and
reported no one on deck. He then flew to observe the Bridge and they
could all see quite a number on it, about 10 and also a good thing was
they could tell pirate from crew and it seemed 3 pirates, 7 crew. The
rest must be below and under the controll of 3 further pirates.

"We need to take the bridge first Skip, but the problem is getting there
with out the other pirates seeing us. We have to hope they are all in a
room some where and not visable. If we can take the bridge back we have a
lot more options."

Marcell continued to fly just forward of the ship with his camera facing
backward sending back video pictures of the whole ships deck. Still
clear. Paul told him to fly to the stern, he had made up his mind to
board there and told the other two.
Marcell was now at the stern and reported all clear.

"Ok, Jan lets go. She increased speed and was rapidly closing on the
Master, George was ready with the ladder. The stern looked massive the
closer they got, but Paul was happy with that because the closer they got
the less likely they would be spotted. Jan had to use all her skills when
they got into the wake of the ship, but because of it she planted the RIB
perfectly and George raised the ladder which took conciderable
strength and got a fix. Without waiting Paul lept on it and was on his
way up, followed by Colin and, with heart threatening to burst out of his
chest, Scott. When he climbed over the rail he was pulled behind a winch
and all were hidden. They could see an open hatch.

Now that they had boarded. Jan dropped back a mile and followed at the
speed of the Sea Master. As instructed Marcell returned and landed and he
and George secured the Apache to the platform. Marcell turned the engine
off. They would now wait for Paul to tell them the next step which was
for Marcell to take off, fly a mile to the west and drop grenades
to cause a diversion. He could not keep flying because of the need to
save fuel.

Back on the Jean it was all tension. Andrew was on the fly with the rifle
and the GPMG. Paula and Louis were with him and had night glasses stuck
to their eyes.
On the bridge Neil had got the Sea Master on radar but as far as that
ship knew it was another ship passing to their stern about 5 miles away
and no threat. The Jean in fact WAS being watched by them. The Jean's
crew were very nervious, they had never been without both Scott and Paul
except one time when they had gone to visit the USS Rockall, but this was
different, they had an action on, the biggest they had ever been involved
in and no captain or first officer on board. Neil was ageing by the
minute!

It was time to move. Paul went towards the hatch followed by the other
two and they made for the stairs that let the long way up to the bridge.
This was huge and could at any time come face to face with pirates. They
had all drawn the tazers and had the cosh in the same left hand. It
dangled on their wrists on a strap. That had caused many a laugh. "Bet
the SAS would shit themselves if they came across you three!" Jan joked.
The jokes were over now, this was for real.

Up and up they climbed until they got to within two decks of the bridge
when they heard shouting coming from a room. Paul looked for cover, but
no luck. He beckoned the others to leg it to the next flight of stairs
while he covered them. They got to the next landing and were joined by
Paul.

"Ok, I think thats were the crew and pirates are. If that's right we only
have to get to the bridge. Lets go, FAST!" With that he ran like a bat
out of hell all the way up to the to a door leading onto their first
targets. Luck was on their side, but not the poor sod who, as they hid by
the side of the door, came out and as soon as the door closed had a 6ft 6
giant thump him with his cosh! He was asleep before he hit the deck.
Scott took a needle out and rammed it into his ass. Paul took the AK47
and removed the magazine. One down 5 to go, they thought.
They assumed there would only be two pirates on the bridge. Paul look
through the glass window which was risky, but he had to take the chance.
In seconds he took it all in and got clear.
"There are two, one of them is in the center of the bridge with what
looks to be the captain and another at the front of the bridge facing
this way. They will both see us if we go in now. I will call Marcell, but
it's going to take too long. I will anyway. Lets get this turd in that
room." Paul got him by an arm and Scott got the door open and they all
went in and closed the door but not fully, Colin stood there looking
through the gap. Paul called Marcell and told him to get up as soon as he
could. Marcell would know what to do.
"We are going to have to move soon, this git will be missed."

"Paul lets chuck a grenade out of the window that will cause a bit of
panic." Paul thought about what Scott had said.

"Oh fuck it, you throw one out skip as soon as it goes off Colin and I
will go in you stay outside and cover the stairs, here take this and
handed Scott a shot gun." Heart beating like at no other time Scott took
a grenade out and pulled the pin. The problem with this was the others
would hear it as well. Oh well, here goes. He opened the window and threw
the grenade out.

B...A...N...G!!! Paul flew out of the door and he and Colin went onto the
bridge. The sound of the grenade going off did indeed temporary distract
the pirates and both recieved a few thousand volts as the tazers did
their work. They followed that up with an injection each. Three down,
three to go. Or so they thought. The bridge was secure, but now was the
problem of the others.

Scott had already worked out that the element of surprise was now over
and without thinking he rushed back down to where they thought the
captives were being held and as soon as he got to the door it flew open
and two guys came screaming out and got a delivery of rice at about 300
mph right in the bollocks. Still not thinking Scott threw a grenade into
the room and although everyone inside would be effected he hoped any
pirate would as well. He went inside and straight away saw the guy.
Everyone was suffering, but the pirate was reaching for his AK and would
soon be blasting off. Scott got to him and finished him with a swipe of
his cosh. Scott looked round the room and not seeing anyone who looked
like a pirate went back to the two outside, still feeling the effects of
the rice they were not up to much and became even less useful after the
injections Scott gave them took hold. He hand cuffed those two and went
back in the room and did the same to the other one.
"Who the fuck are you?" Someone asked. And for the first time in his life
he became arrogant.
"British Special Forces! You are safe now!" He called the Jean to come to
meet them.

It took some time for everyone to recover from the effects of Scott's
grenade, but they would put up with it as they knew they were safe. They
were on the bridge with the Captain going through the whole thing, but it
was when Paul said, "At least there are six of these people pissed off."
Captain Rodgers bought them back down. "Six? I counted seven!"

Marcell had taken off about five minutes after Paul had called, he was
now at his dropping point, but got another call not to go ahead, but come
and search the ship. "We seem to have another pirate and we don't know
were he is."

Scott had called the Jean and she was coming at them at full speed. Jon
was ready to take off and search with Marcell.

With the pirate missing the Captain agreed that the whole crew go to the
bridge and make it secure while the "British Special Forces" went to look
for him. That would not be easy, this was a huge ship, but once again Jon
came up with the goods.
"He is on the bow, just seen him. He is hiding behind the anchor gear. He
is armed."

"Stay with him Jon." The three went towards the bow, Paul on the port
side Colin and Scott on the starboard. As they got nearer the guy suddely
stood up and fired at them and in that burst caused Colin some discomfort
by having a richochett hit him in the bum. "Fuck i,m hit!" He called out
and was not at all pleased. "And it fuckin hurts!"
Shortly after there was gun fire. They looked towards it and saw Paul
coming towards them. "What happened?" Scott asked. "Not much skip, but
that guys girlfreind wont be getting much for a few weeks!" And they say
rice is good for you!

Scott called the Jean and had her bought long side and Colin the chef
transfered the casualty into the arms of Louis who when he realised it
was only a flesh wound took the piss horribly! "That is poetic justice
for trying to bleed me to death while I was unable to defend myself and
it will give me great pleasure putting the stitches in. Oh dear, no
anesthetic!"

Paul and Scott stayed with the captain and crew for some time explaining
what they were about and how they had been training just in case they
could retake a ship from pirates. The whole crew were pretty grateful it
has to be said. Scott agreed that they would stay with the Sea Master
until they were out of the danger area.
Captain Rodgers sent out a message that they had been rescued and had
seven pirates to get rid of. He got a reply from HMS Broadway who said
they would be with them in twelve hours.
"Oh, wont they be pleased. Come on Paul, time to go home." They shook
hands with the Captain who could not stop thanking them. Colin winched
them back on board and there was a lot of cuddling to be done.

All off watch went down and asked if they could look at Colin's bum, but
the doctor would not allow it. "I am personnaly taking care of that
particular area thankyou and my patient will not be be fit for duty until
I am satisfied...............and him as well!" They all left them and as
the door closed Louis bent over Colin and kissed him.
"I was fucking dead scared when I heard you had been shot. You lead a
dangerous life and I don't think I can take too much of that." He kissed
Colin again and went out leaving Colin something to think about.

The Jean returned to normal, but the events with the Sea Master would
take a long time to get out of their systems. They had done well, but oh
lady luck was definitley on their side.

Scott stayed up for the rest of the night, he could not sleep anyway and
as Andrew was on watch he wanted to be with him. He had gone and showered
and now in clean uniform he sat in his seat with Andrew, also showered
and in new uniform, sitting between his legs with his arms around his
man. They were by themselves as Scott had sent Paula off watch.

"How are you feeling Scott?"

"Not sure really love. We had a hell of a lot of luck, but I suppose
anything like this needs a big slice of it. Still, if something like this
comes up again, i'm not that sure I would want to be involved again. I
just keep thinking about Colin, it could have been so much different."

Louis did not leave Colin long and went back in the ward to be with him.
"How are you feeling?"

"Bum's sour, but like your massive injury I will survive, but if I die I
want you to take a mould of my cock and you can use it as a dildo."

"It wont be stiff, only the rest of you will and shut up talking like
that, it's not funny."

"Sorry, could not think of much to say. I'm thinking about what you said
before you ran away. What can't you take about my life?"

"The danger. I don't know too much about the military, but you do tend to
get killed a lot and, well......................thats it, I guess."

"Yes people get killed, they do driving as well, but you did not answer
me, why cant you take too much of my way of life? From what you said what
we have is just some fun anyway and when we leave the Jean, well I will
be, that's it, bye bye."

"What if you met someone and fell in love, would you still be in the
military? And what about, "whoever" let him stay at home and wait for
someone to come and tell them your dead?"

"I have a career and it happens to be in the Marines, thats my choice and
if I did meet someone and we fell in love at least he will know what I am
and except me for what I am. Life is a risk whatever you do. Where is
this going?"

"No idea, sorry I asked. I'm going and you can get some rest." For what
ever reason Colin was pissed off. Louis was saying something, but
nothing. Why can't people come out and say whats on their mind instead of
fucking about?

"Yeah i'm going to rest, but I can do that just as well in my cabin." He
got out of bed and went out. When he got into his bunk his bum was
bleeding again.

Louis got to his cabin and was sure Colin's bum would bleed again. He
reached for the phone, but did not pick it up, Colin was already pissed
off with him, he did not want to make it worse. OH for fuck's sake your a
Doctor!

"Hello?"

"I expect your bum is bleeding, let me know if you want it sorted, or if
you prefer call Paula." He put the phone down and waited for a call back.
He had a long wait.
Colin got a towel and foulded it and stuck it under his ass.

 Scott knew there would be quite a lot of interest in the rescue so he
went to their cabin and got his laptop, took it back to the bridge and
wrote a long and detailed report to his father so he would know exactly
went on, but he knew they would be after him as well. Garry would get a
video together and he would send that to his father as well.

The phone rang, it was William and they talked for over an hour. The
bones of the conversation was that people in high places were furious
with Scott as he had got in the way of a military operation to take the
Sea Master back and in fact were already on their way when they became
aware that the Jean Peterson had, without any international authority or
permission from the country of origin, ie the USA, became
illegally involved and had boarded the ship.

"Ok dad, I will sort this out tomorrow, I need to sleep now, but the sad
bit is they will think I have been forced to give up escorting instead of
believing that this was going to be the last trip anyway.

As it turned out he would not have a choice about it.