Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2019 07:35:59 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: MV Lady Jean Peterson 10

Hi, if you are still reading you may have read my intro to chapter 9 and
the on going issue my husband and I are going through right now. With all
that's happening the submissions will be somewhat erratic, sorry about
that.

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MV Lady Jean Peterson


by BobbyG



Chapter 10


Jon Frederiksson and all the Bjorgvin's crew were on the bridge. The
captain had ordered the nets in and were making their way towards the last
known position of their sister ship, the Magnusson, at full speed. They
were at least 3 hours from it and although there was another trawler also
sailing at full speed, they knew there was little chance either of them
would get there in time to rescue any of their friends and in the case of
the Bjorgvin's captain, his brother, the captain of the stricken
trawler. Still, they knew the Lady Jean Peterson was much closer and would
soon be in the area. All of them were praying she would get to the crew who
they realised had already abandoned ship.


Jon went below and carried on working on the latest haul sorting out the
fish and putting them into ice containers ready to be off loaded when they
got back to Dalvik. He did not want to do it, but it took his mind off the
situation.


As he worked he thought about himself and something that had happened when
he was 15 and it had been on his mind ever since.

After a game of football at school his best friend had come into the shower
and molested him. Jon had cussed his friend, got dressed and ran home.

That night in bed he could not get it out of his mind and the more he
thought about it, the harder his cock became and after no more than a dozen
strokes, shot all over his belly.


A week later he went for his shower and molested his friend! They got
together two more times and it only stopped when his friend met a girl.

Apart from that, Jon had not been with another guy, not that he did not
want to, he was just scared to make any approach. He knew he was gay and
there was nothing he could or wanted to do about it.

"It will happen one day, but I will have to move to Reykjavik, only there
can I be free to be gay." Dalvik was too small, population 2000, and
everyone knew everyone's business and it could get difficult. "Nie, eg
tharf ad flytja." (No, I will have to move.") He said to himself.


When the news finally came through that the whole crew had been rescued the
Bjorgvin's captain was told to make for home. As they sailed they watched
the news as video of the rescue was shown via the Lady Jean Peterson. Jon
was able to record it and took it to his cabin to play it over and over
again so he could see that West Indian guy called Marcel who flew the radio
controlled helicopter. He could not keep his eyes off him.


Jon was now standing with others looking at the sleek lines of this search
and rescue ship. "Search, Fire and rescue ship? Looks more like it used to
be, a warship." As time went by many began to drift off and most would be
back early the next day as they had found out the ship would be open for
visitors. He stood there for another hour looking at her willing someone to
invite him on board, preferably that black guy!

Scott saw the lad standing there and thought nothing of it. There had been
hundreds looking as well, but this was slightly different as an hour or so
later he glanced out and saw the same guy still there, sitting on a box now
just looking at his ship. He smiled to himself as he looked at the
lad. Suddenly he stood up and stared towards the stern. Scott looked out
and saw Marcel at the winch, he was doing a deck check before they settled
down for the evening now the crowds had gone. The boy watched Marcel all
the way back to the hatchway until he went out of his view, then sat back
down.


The phone rang, it was his father again. "Scott there is huge interest here
about the rescue. Son, I think you may have to speak to them when you get
back. We can talk about it tomorrow, you must be knackered right now. Night
son, say hi to Andrew and the others."

Scott was about to leave the bridge when Andrew came up. They kissed and
cuddled and as they did Scott looked out onto the harbour again. "Bloody
hell he is STILL there!"

"Who?"

"That boy, he has been there hours, just sitting there staring at us."

"He looks very young, just your sort." Andrew ducked as Scott pretended to
thump him. "Go and ask him on board Scott he obviously wants too or so I
would think. Why else stay that long?"

"I think we have had enough visitors for one day don't you think? Let's go
and see the others."

"Miserable sod!" Andrew looked at Scott in that infectious way of his and
Scott knew he would obey.

"Oh Andrew? Ok ok, I will go and see if he wants to have a tour, you go and
get Marcel, he is too young for me and I don't trust you to get him." It
was Scott's turn to duck.

Jon saw the good looking boy he had been watching on the news. He laughed
to himself as he thought he could not see him that well as it was getting
darker! Jon sat back down and told himself he would wait another half hour.


"Ah well it looks like they have finished for the day. I might as well go
home." He would be back tomorrow, very early. He stood up..."Hello."

"Oh, hi." Christ it's the captain! And even better looking in real life.

"I'm Scott Peterson and I see you have been here for hours, would you like
to come on board and have a look round her?" Jon could not believe his luck
and told himself just what patience can do if you have any.

"Hello captain, I'm Jon Frederiksson and you have just saved a lot of my
friends, thank you and your crew."  They shook hands and Scott wondering
why the boy had stayed so long.

"We are very pleased Jon and are happy that we were able to help."

"We just hope the captain of the Magnusson will make it, he is my captain's
brother."

"We are keeping our fingers crossed for him, anyway come on board, I have
sent for Marcel, he is about your age and I'm sure he would like to show
you around." Jon was in his own heaven!


As soon as Scott introduced Marcel and Jon he might as well have not been
there the moment they looked at each other and at the same time guessed why
Jon had spent all that time waiting to be invited on board. He most
definitely saw the same looks on their faces as he and Andrew had on theirs
the moment their eyes met at the Dalvik hotel. There must be something in
this Icelandic air he thought. He left them and went to the saloon.

"Hello my captain, did you get the boy on board?" Andrew, like everyone
else were drinking William's champagne.

"Yep and I will bet you we will see him a few more times before we
go. Cheers all," he raised his glass. "Good stuff this I could get used to
it."


As far as tours go this was not up to much as both boys were looking at one
another more than anything Marcel showed Jon, but he did take in most of it
and loved what he saw. An hour later they were on the bridge.

"So do you like the Jean then?"

"Love it and thanks for showing me. This is an amazing ship, nice crew as
well." Jon was looking at Marcel and thought he was even better looking in
the flesh than on film. Marcel was also thinking.

"Would you like to see my cabin?" Marcel found himself holding his breath.

"Yes please I would like that." Marcel led the way and once inside he
closed the door and had no clue what to say next, neither of them did. Jon
risked all.

"Nice cabin, much better than mine, we only have single bunks. What's in
there?" Marcell opened the shower door.

"Oh, nice. Good to have your own shower."

"Yes it is. So, do you live here?"

"No Dalvik, it's about 40 kilometers from here."

"Oh right, we are going there tomorrow for the night and then back home,
but we are open tomorrow, will you come back?"

"Yes and I will see you in Dalvik as well." Jon looked at Marcell and knew
that unless he said something that would stop him having to go, he would
have to go.

"I hope I can see you again it would...um it's getting late so I had better
go now, I guess."

"How will you get home then?"

"I have a car, it's a bit of a wreck, but it gets me around." Marcel knew
there were spare cabins, but it was not up to him to invite anyone to stay,
he could go and ask Scott. He would not say no, at least I don't think he
would? They were looking at one another, one wanting to ask the other if he
wanted to stay and one hoping he would!

"Um...If it's ok with Skip would you like to stay tonight? Save you going
home and coming back tomorrow." Jon's smile gave him the answer.

"That a yes then?" Marcel smiled back.

"Sure I would like that."

They got to the saloon where everyone was sitting about chatting and
drinking. They all looked up as the boys came in and all thought they
looked great together. Two really lovely looking boys and both exactly the
same height and build.

"Hello you two, grab a drink. So Jon how was the tour?" Marcel went and got
a couple of beers. These will keep him here he thought and smiled to
himself.

"Very good thank you captain. The Lady Jean Peterson is a great ship." Jon
was thinking the same as Marcel, drinking and driving was a no no in this
country as well. He took half of it down and looked at Marcel who smiled
back at him.

"It's Scott. Do you live in Akureyri?"

"No, Dalvik." Scott and Andrew looked at one another. History repeating
itself?

"How will you get home then?" Jon took another large swig of his beer.

"Well I can't drive now so I will ring a friend and ask to stay with him,
but it will take me ages to get there." He finished the beer off and smiled
at Scott.

"Or you could stay on the ship tonight, I'm sure that's the plan anyway!"
They both looked guilty enough for everyone to know Scott was right.

"Thank you cap...sorry Scott."

"Go on bugger off and take some beers with you." They shot out of the
saloon.

"I bet they don't open those beers!" Tommy said. He was right.


And there we have it in all its innocence, two boys standing looking at one
another, both gay, both liking the other more than very much, both very
inexperienced and neither knowing what to do next!

An aircraft landing at the airport helped a lot though. It flew low over
the Jean and Marcel went to the port to watch it land which gave him time
to think about sleeping arrangements and would Jon agree with the only
option he wanted.

Jon looked at Marcel's back and just could not help himself and went up
behind him and pretended to watch the aircraft land as well. Marcel felt
Jon standing behind him and smiled which Jon saw in the reflection in the
port. "What are you smiling about?" Marcel continued to smile and Jon
joined in.

"Us."

"What about, us?" Jon asked. Marcel took a deep breath, but knew he was on
safe ground.

"We want to kiss one another and don't say you don't and if you say you
don't you're a liar and Icelander's don't lie."

"You want to bet!?" Jon wrapped his arms around Marcel's chest and pulled
him close.

"Yes I do, but you had better turn round first."

Marcel turned still smiling and saw this lovely boy smiling back at him and
two seconds later both boys kissed another boy for the first time in their
lives.

After some time Marcel pulled back and looked at Jon with a massive smile
on his face. He was looking at one of the most beautiful faces he had ever
seen and loving his ice blue eyes, lovely tanned face and a mass of long
golden hair which went almost down to his shoulders and covered his ears
and forehead. Without a word Marcel pulled Jon's tee shirt over his head
and threw it on the bed. He stood back and saw a lightly tanned version of
his own body, he was exactly the same build and height as Marcel, all 5ft
7inches. Like Marcel, Jon's torso was slim and tight all due to his
physical work as a trawlerman and spending quite a lot of time swimming as
the summer was a good one which meant he could go around in sports shirt
and shorts a lot when on shore leave.

They stood like this for some time just smiling and Jon showing his perfect
lips and brilliant white teeth and removed Marcel's top. "Bloody hell, we
are twins! Even our nipples are the same size!" They were wondering who
should do the next thing and went back to kissing to help them decide. It
was Marcel who suddenly got on his knees and pulled Jon's jeans down and
just stared at the white briefs and the lump inside them. Marcel stood back
up and yanked his trousers down and wrapped his arms around Jon and kissed
him and at the same time both boys rammed their hips together tight.

It was Jon's turn to get on his knees and after sometime staring at
Marcel's bulge he pulled them down and out came the amazing sight of
Marcel's cock. He bought a hand to him and held it and, with heart racing,
went forward and took Marcel into his mouth. It was incredible for both of
them.

Marcel got Jon back up, kissed him some more then he too went to his knees
and two seconds later was staring at a white version of himself, 7.5 inches
of sheer beauty and exactly the same dimensions and straight as a poker,
the only straight thing about the pair of them.

Marcel stood up and took Jon to the bunk and they laid on their sides
kissing and stroking one another and all the time becoming more and more
worked up. Without a word they turned into a 69 and five minutes later they
had both reached the point of no return as their breathing became more
laboured, their bodies stiffened as they shot out all over the other. They
laid quietly for sometime still sucking when Marcel turn back and, still
not saying anything wrapped arms and legs round and kissed once again.

"I think we should shower, right?"

"Right."

Happily they didn't get much sleep that night.


At breakfast early the next day Marcel and Jon were the last to arrive,
both very shy and both got lots of smiles from the rest. None of them had
any idea these two ten minutes ago where in the shower cleaning each other
after yet another cumming, five in all.

"Sleep well Jon?" Scott grinned at them as they sat down with a huge plate
each and began to stuff themselves. Jon grinned back at Scott and grunted
with his mouth full.

They planned the day and Marcel was told to go with Jon to buy another
Icelandic flag and a couple of Icelandic folk music cd's. "I want you to
fly later today and when we get to Dalvik with the flag slung under and you
will need to practice."

"Yes Skip." They both said and shot off into town two very happy young gay
boys.

Marcel and his shadow (or should that be the other way round?) returned and
got the helicopter out of the hanger and fixed the new and much bigger flag
between the skids. Marcel started up and after checks took off. It hung
beautifully and the balance weight was just fine. He flew for half an hour
and then landed. Scott came up on deck and smiled at the pair of them. He
was about to make them even more happy. "Jon, if you would like you can
stay and sail with us to Dalvik tomorrow?"

The boys were over the moon and Marcel could not help himself and gave
Scott a hug. Jon was delighted he had been a part of all this and wished he
could be a full part. They all drifted back to their cabins to shower and
change. Once in theirs Andrew cuddled into Scott and kissed him. "I am so
proud of you Scott, we all are." And kissed him again. They showered
together and afterwards pressed their uniforms. They dressed and Andrew
stood looking at Scott. "You look bloody amazing Captain!"

"You should see who I'm looking at." They cuddled again and went out to
greet the visitors.


It was a great day, hundreds turned up to visit and for hours there was a
long queue waiting to come on board. It was all very friendly and the whole
crew did not stop answering questions and posing for photos the whole time
and were impressed with the music been played over the ships
speakers. Scott had got permission from the Harbour Master to go into the
bay so he could show the ship off. Scott announced that the engines would
be started at six and all visitors should leave and a demonstration of the
ship would begin at seven.


Dead on time the lines were taken in and they pulled away and slowly went
into the middle of the bay when Scott asked for all five cannons to fire
and at the same time had the Jean circle. When he had turned the ship's
stern to the spectators, they raised the huge stern hatch and launched the
RIB with Jan and George crewing. Meanwhile Marcel took the helicopter up
and slowly flew in a wide circle around the ship which bought massive
applause from the considerable crowd and Jon looking on and totally
absorbed in what was happening.


They all got to the saloon exhausted and just flopped down and opened up
more champagne and finished the day off by getting a bit merry.


For the remainder of the time they would be in Iceland Marcel and Jon were
glued together. When the Jean sailed there was going to be two very unhappy
boys. They went to see Scott as they were sailing to Dalvik. Andrew opened
the door when they knocked. He took one look at this lovely pair and just
knew why they were here. He was glad he did not have to be the one to
answer the obvious question that was coming. "You have company Scott, I'm
off to the saloon."


Scott was in trouble. Of COURSE he wanted to say Jon could join them, but
he couldn't. "Look boys I have a dozen guys who can fly the helicopter and
you can't even fly Jon!"

"But skip I can teach him and I know he will be fine. PLEASE skip!"

"No and although this may sound cruel all this could be is a brief romance
and that it will be forgotten when we go Marcel."

"What about you and Andrew then?" Marcel thought he was out of order saying
that, but he was desperate. "Sorry Skip."

Scott felt a complete ass hole when Marcel said that and he gave them an
option, thank GOD for options!

"Look, I will do one thing." They stared at Scott waiting for a life
line. "We will be back in the UK in a week and as you know we all have a
week off. I will fly you back here Marcel and you two can get to know one
another a bit better and if it works out, then I MAY take you on Jon and I
will have you both flown back home. BUT, before you think it's a done deal
you Jon will have to apply for crew and go through interviews the same as
anyone else and if you don't make the grade, that's tough as far as I'm
concerned. Deal?" They looked at one another and you could hardly see their
faces as their smiles were so wide. "Yes skip, deal and thanks...can we
go?" Marcel did not wait for Scott to answer, he grabbed hold of Jon and
dragged him out.


"Well, are you taking him on?"

"Do I have a choice? Still, I expect I will and for one good reason. They
have just left and instead of going to Marcel's cabin for a shag, they are
out on deck and Marcel is starting to teach Jon about the helicopter. Now
THATS a good sign, I think I'm off the hook!"

"We were having bets in the saloon and nobody bet on anything except Jon
joining us."

"You lot know me better than I know myself. Maybe I'm a good guy after
all."

"The best." Rather a lot of kissing followed.


The day went very well in Dalvik and the whole village came out and many
from other villages as well and just about all of them toured the ship, but
now Scott was becoming more anxious to get away and as soon as the
fireworks had finished he had the engines started. Scott allowed Marcel and
Jon to spend a final hour together and as soon as he had said goodbye to
everyone Jon went down the gangway with tears pouring down his face. Marcel
stayed on deck waving to him also in tears.

He went back down to his cabin and looked round and smiled to himself. "At
least I have something of yours inside me Jon. Wonder if your bum is as
sour as mine?"


Scott had the Jean at full speed just about all the way back to
Southampton. The experiences of the past few days had been incredible, but
now was the time to look and plan ahead. He wanted to get on station as
quickly as possible and begin the real role of his ship.



William was there to meet them and after Scott had handed the Jean over to
the dockyard for servicing, all crew went on leave. Now it was just
William, Scott and Andrew.

Scott had booked Marcel's flight and had watched as he drove away in the
taxi. Andrew stood with him. "I love those two Scott, they are the same as
us."

"God help them in that case." Scott was subjected to some domestic abuse
and then kissed.


Scott emailed Peter asking him how long it would take to get another
helicopter sent down in time for when they sailed.


"A week! The Met police ordered a unit but some politicians are still
discussing whether to allow them to have one because it may violate a
suspected criminal of their privacy! As I say it will be there in a week
with 20 extra canisters and spare parts. Peter and Jimmy xx.


Andrew flew to the States for a few days with his family which allowed
Scott time with his father.

"The press and tv people have been bugging the office about an interview
and I know sometime before you go Scott it will have to happen. I don't
trust any of them and would suggest we hold a press conference, in that way
they can't distort what you say, we will have our cameras there anyway."

"That's fine, can we ask the office to organise one for the day before we
sail?" And so the start of a tetchy relationship with the media was about
to begin.


The new helicopter arrived and Scott got it into the hanger and that's
where it would be when Neil, Andrew and the boys got back, assuming of
course there were in fact two boys coming back?



It was time for the crew to return. George was at Waterloo station waiting
for Jerry. On the way up to London at the beginning of the holiday they had
sat together and by the time the train pulled in they had agreed to meet at
Jerry's gym to work out together.

They had met several times during the holiday at the gym and for meals and
theatre dates as well as days out just walking and shopping. There was
nothing more, but both really enjoyed the times spent together and were
looking forward not only to getting back on board, but seeing more of one
another.

George saw Jerry first and was more than pleased to see him. They had not
met up for the past two days as Jerry had to work with some of his clients
and get himself organized to work on line for them while he was at sea. As
a financial consultant he had quite a lot of work to do which he did when
off watch in his cabin. What with his ship commitments and his private
work, he was a very busy man and a lovely one at that. George liked him, a
lot.

"Here we are George. Hope you are as pleased as me to be back?"

"I am and can't wait for the gym sessions to start."

Andrew got back and spent a long weekend with Scott and William. It was
great for them to be back together even though it was to be short.

They hugged William goodbye and once again William felt the loss as they
drove away. He went back into the empty house and went to his study and
poured a stiff whisky.


They were all in the saloon having a drink and something to eat, but none
of them that happy. They were waiting for Marcel to turn up.

"Well, that's a bummer. I really thought those two would come back
together."

"At least you gave them time Scott, it didn't work out and that's a bit of
a surprise to be honest."

"Fucking shame, I loved those two."

"Marcel will need to be kept busy to take his mind off it. I am sure it was
not him who called it off."

"You will have to find another pilot now Scott. If I didn't love Marcel so
much, I would tan his ass!"

"Where did he call you from Scott?" Asked Thomas.

"From Heathrow. He said he was too upset to ring me before he left
Iceland."

"Oh you fucking idiots. The little buggers are having us on! I BET they
will be here soon, just wait." Nobody got the irony of 5ft 5 Thomas calling
the 5ft 7 boys "little buggers!"

"You could be right Tom." Reg said.

"If they they are messing us about they are in for a slap." Scott was
talking crap and they all knew it. He went to the port and looked out,
nothing. They sat around for another half hour when Paulina went and looked
outside.

"Taxi!"

They all rushed to a port and looked out as Marcel got out and paid the
driver off.

Eventually he came in and said hi to everyone. The poor lad looked so
miserable.

"You ok Marcel?" Scott went to him.

"Yeah not too bad Skip, sorry about all this, I really feel bad we let you
down." Scott melted and hugged Marcel into his chest giving time for Marcel
to smile without being seen. Marcel pulled away from Scott. "Still, it's
good to be back and at least I wasn't too upset to bring you all something
back." He went to the door and opened it and a smiling Jon walked in.

"You pair of shits, you WILL suffer, I promise." Scott said as he cuddled
both boys.

"It was Marcel's idea, honest Skip. I stayed in the taxi and got out when
it went round the corner. Thank you for having me back and giving me a
chance. It will be nice to have a rest!"

"Skip, Jon can fly a helicopter now, we spent all that money you gave me on
his training in Akureyri." Scott was looking sheepish as he had not even
told Andrew he had given money to Marcel. He coughed and mumbled. "Glad it
was put to good use." He was pleased as punch and got one hell of a squeeze
from Andrew.

"EXCUSE ME......? PEOPLE? Anyone got anything to say?" Thomas sat there
with a smug look on his face and got a whole load of cushions thrown at
him.

It was lovely to be back.


By the time they were sat at breakfast the whole crew were back to the
serious business of what they were about and listened to Scott as he gave
out his orders for the next few days.

"We have got a refuelling slot at 11 so we need to fire up straight after
this Neil and go to the pier. Colin and George will need to go shopping,
here is the warehouse card and at least two go with them to help load
up. We will all be out on deck to get everything on board. Marcel and Jon,
you unpack the new helicopter and Neil and Andrew will help you put it
together, Jon I want to see you fly Marcel's helicopter. Reg and Paula,
well you know what you need, just go and get everything. Right guys I'm
hoping we can leave at least a day early. If the weather is good we will
sail at a minimum of 15 knots, 20 if the weather is good. We will top up
when we get to Cyprus. Jan you work with Andrew to check out the boat deck
and do the RIB checks. All clear? Any questions?"

It was all clear and no questions, but the message was VERY clear. Scott
was in a hurry, he was already late in getting to the Arabian Sea and
wanted to make some of that time up. One thing for sure everyone would be
working flat out to give him the early sailing he hoped for. They made it
with a day to spare. Scott was a very happy captain.

But before all that happened Scott had to go through the official bits
regarding Jon, but knowing full well he would be sailing with them anyway!
Jon did not know that though and he assumed he was on trial!

Scott watched Jon as he took Marcel's helicopter up and after an hours
flying Scott was indeed pleased with his performance. Jon would have quite
a lot of time practising on route and Scott was confident he would get to
Marcel's standard eventually, Marcel would make sure of it.

It was all very serious, but he could not help smiling as the two of them
worked together. It was as though they had a two foot rope attached as they
were never that far apart. God I love these two, we all do. Jon came to see
Scott after they had landed and refueled. "When do I have the interview
skip?" Marcel of course was with him.

"You already have Jon. I made up my mind after you two came to ask me to
take you on in Iceland."

"Really?"

"Yes, when I told you all that in Dalvik and you left the cabin, instead of
going to your cabin for "whatever" you went straight out and Marcel was
showing you his helicopter. That is when I knew I wanted you as a crew
member, but I also wanted you because you are a lovely guy and you are both
so great to have on board, but don't get big headed or I will rip them
off." Talk about the Captain Bligh effect! They both hugged Scott and he
could not be more happy!


However, the day before sailing Scott had to go to meet the press at their
London offices.

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