Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2019 08:18:43 +0100 (CET) From: jacoblion@tutanota.com Subject: A Neglected Boy The Twins VIII Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks Nifty staff for all your help. Please remember this is fiction and all the characters names are simply fabricated. **Note** All locations are accurate. *Although there may be some sex in the story it will be gentle and loving.* A Neglected Boy "The Twins" VIII Visit Jake, Kori and the Boys at ~ ~ https://jacoblion.weebly.com/a-neglected-boy-the-twins.html jacoblion@tutanota.com **Authors deserve your feedback. It's the only payment they get. Please take a few moments, if you liked the story, to say so. Thank you.** . . . A Neglected Boy, "The Twins" VIII . . . . We motored up the intracoastal north reaching St Mary's entrance / exit and continued out to deeper water and set sail on a course of 355 degrees we had planned to try to make it to St Simons Island, Georgia 80 miles and then anchor in a cove just inside St. Simon Sound. Good intentions and both sea and wind were in our favor. We were slightly further out in the Atlantic than we wanted but we enjoyed both the Gulf Stream and the wind. Now making almost 8 knots we set the auto pilot and went about waking the boys and getting breakfast. As usual Kori needed his tea and I had already had 2 cups of coffee and was ready for more. Don't assume that I don't like tea it's just I like coffee in the morning. With the boys up and ready for the day and a hardy breakfast of oatmeal or porridge as Justin and Kyle call it, and they got that from Kori, we were back topside and were looking for our friendly dolphins. Geeeeeez! The boys scared me half to death with their screaming but right there just off our starboard bow a Right Whale breached. The boys were so excited and mad at the same time; the cameras were in their cabin. Kori ran below and grabbed the cameras and now it was a waiting game. The big question was will we see them again or is the show over. The show was just beginning; holy mackerel not one but two whales surfaced real close as if to see who we were and what we were doing. Kori was on the rail with the boys and the photos I'm sure will be amazing. We lost sight of them and the wind had slightly quickened. Kori and the boys joined me in the cockpit and we were now making 91/2 knots. Like lookouts on a big ship our eyes were scanning the water and then ....... Out of nowhere this huge right whale breached so close turned looked directly at us as if he were saying . . . "This is my home you're just visiting" then returned to the depths of the sea. In that moment so close to this huge animal our hearts nearly stopped and we realized how small we really are. The boys wanted to know all about them so it was off to their computer then up and down from cockpit to salon and the first thing Kori and I learned was they live 50 -- 70 years. The boys were back down to the salon and Kori and I sat at the wheel as the boat continued on with the auto pilot in charge. It was the beginning of a day we would never forget. With tea and coffee in hand we glanced below every so often to check on the boys. I think Kori was remembering all the times at Mystic when he would absorb as much information and history as he could. Soon Kyle and Justin were back on deck with countless facts about our friendly Right Whales. Kyle started . . . "Jake, Kori did you know Right whales like the North Atlantic right whale are among the rarest of all marine mammal species and they are baleen whales and there are only around 450 in the North Atlantic. Kori our boat is 40' right? Well these whales are about 50 feet long and weigh about 70 tons; Jake how much is 70 tons?" Oh ...... Justin jumped in with . . . "Shut up Kyle and let me talk and he continued . . . They have a stocky, black body, we got great photos, no dorsal fin and bumpy patches of rough skin, and that stuff on their head. They eat zooplankton and krill. What's krill? They take large gulps of water and then filter out their tiny prey using baleen plates. Each side of a right whale's mouth has about 225 baleen plates, which can be up to 8 feet long and they can eat more than 2,600 pounds of zooplankton per day." When Justin finished Kyle politely said to his brother . . . "Justin I thought we weren't supposed say Shut Up, but it's Ok because we need to share the information. I'm sorry I was jabbering so much." Kori and I are so thankful to have "The Twins" they are making this adventure so wonderful, we hope that somehow we will be able to adopt them. So far the day was perfect with whale sightings and dolphins playing at the bow. It was almost noon when off the starboard bow the sky began to darken. Kori and I watched the direction in hopes that it would move further to the east but no such luck. We checked our radar and Windy our weather app and it looked bad. Either we were headed right for it or it was heading right for us either way we were in for rough weather. Kori got the boys dressed in foul weather gear; life jackets on and tightened, tossed mine to the cockpit and tethered the boys short. He checked and closed all hatches and we quickly took in as much sail as we thought we should. Kori started the engine just as it began to hit. The sea picked up and we started to roll we changed direction slightly to have better control of the boat, then it happened ..................... the full force of the wind hit us with constant wind at 40 -- 45 knots. We were hitting waves so hard that the spray was at times was literally clearing the cockpit and at other times it was filling the cockpit with sea water. Although we had the boys practice for just an event like this both Kori and I were so worried about the boys. For just about a minute the wind broke just enough for Kori to look down to check the boys. Was it a relief or more concerning that the boys thought it was like a rollercoaster ride and were screaming "Bring it On". Then just as Kori closed the hatch it hit us even harder. The waves had built to 4 meters and the wind so fierce that the tops of the waves were white with blowing foam. I had turned white with fear and sick to my stomach, thankfully Kori relieved me of the wheel but I was frozen in place and had all I could do to hold to the topside nav station. Kori said there was no way we could make a course change in these seas. The news didn't get better it got worse much worse. The radar showed that the storm was huge and it was traveling the same course as we were. Kori and I took turns at the helm and battled the fierce weather conditions for 6 more hours. Every chance we could we checked Justin and Kyle who had become so exhausted they had fallen asleep jammed in the corner as we had shown them. This one spot was so tight that it allowed them not to be thrown about in the salon. When the storm ended we were further than intended and it would be of no use to try to turn and head back to St. Simons Sound. We or should I say Kori made the decision that we would continue sailing through the night. At this time we both felt we knew Jabbering well enough, and the storm made sure of it, to just start sailing 24 hours a day and only pull into port for a needed day off and supplies. Kori and I talked about continuing to sail now we know the boys are ok and for some unknown reason still having fun. Kori looked at the charts and we decided to continue for about 600 miles and pull in at the Hatteras Inlet for a day of rest and cleaning. Our fingers were crossed that good weather would follow us to Cape Hatteras. We continued on a heading of 340 degrees with course corrections as needed. Stormy weather on and off but nothing like that storm we had been through. At night Kori and I took turns at watch every 3 hours and slept cuddled up to the boys in our cabin. Identical twins in appearance but not personality, I think by now you have figured out who is the more aggressive. Kyle and Justin have become quite handy in the galley and really don't need much help with breakfast and lunch. We have kept dinners simple like spaghetti, stir-fry or soup and tossed salad. Spaghetti and garlic bread remains the boys' favorite. Now we have settled down into a great routine and are actually enjoying almost every minute of the adventure. Today is just perfect and with only about 7 hours to the Hatteras Inlet we relaxed and bathed in the warm sun. It was the boys first who appeared on deck naked however it wasn't long before Kori was stretched out soaking up the sun in his birthday suit. Ok what the hell and now it was my turn. Kyle was first to start with the whistle followed by Kori and Justin. The two boys started a little dance they had seen at the Hawaiian show in Ft. Lauderdale on our first visit. Obviously Kori and I began laughing at their outrageous antics which only encouraged them to dance more till their little "things" were standing tall. I nearly cracked up when Kori picked up a bucket of freezing water and splashed them. The little "things" were little again. The boys tackled Kori and the giggles and tickling and poking went on till Kori surrendered. Not in time ........ Justin and Kyle were very happy and excited to point out that Kori was standing at full attention. I'm sure you know what I'm referring to. Now the boys are looking at Kori and his fully grown appendage then change direction toward me who is now slightly chubbed up. Oh the pointing and laughing I could have slapped their little butts if they had been closer. Kori dowsed them in cold water again then took them below for some clothes and tossed shorts and a sweatshirt up for me. We arrived at Hatteras Landing Marina and were so happy to have a docking spot right close to the store and pool. Kori and I had decided that Kyle and Justin needed a real break and a day of fun and play. Tomorrow would be mostly a day for the boys. We hosed down Jabbering with fresh water and made our way to the restaurant for a seafood family dinner and it was truly more than we could eat. Fish, scallops, shrimp, lobster, and fried clams that were just juicy and so tender. A flamed banana and ice-cream dessert oozing in chocolate finished off our dinner. We made our way to the lounge area for the movie and not to our surprise Justin and Kyle were asleep in minutes. Kori and I finished the movie "A Perfect Storm" probably best the boys were sleeping. Then we picked up the boys and carried them back to the boat. We were all so exhausted that we just passed out all cuddled up to each other. Morning came with Justin and Kyle tugging at Kori and me to get breakfast and go to the museum. https://graveyardoftheatlantic.com/ We all wanted a big breakfast and so it was that Kori served up an almost New England breakfast. We had scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, sliced tomato, toast with peanut butter, orange juice, tea, of course, and my "Coffee". Breakfast finished it was directly over to the museum. The museum was great for the boys and of course it is all about maritime history. We were all learning so much about not just the history but the shipwrecks of the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Now Kyle and Justin were excited about the youth-friendly scavenger hunt and they were about searching for objects throughout the museum and they both received a special surprise of a sailing ship for their efforts. To end our visit it was on to music and best of all some stories. Kyle and Justin had some stories of their own about the right whales. Back at Jabbering it was change to swim suits and head for the heated pool. We all enjoyed two hours of fun and games, diving and seeing who could swim the longest distance underwater. Needless to say Kori was the long distance swimmer and when finished that event it was time to head back to the boat. Our second night at Hatteras was much like the first but much earlier to bed. Morning was bright and beautiful and immediately after breakfast we headed for the ships store. We stocked up on everything we would need to finish the trip including stopping in New York for an overnight and our last leg would take us from New York to Mystic about a 17 hour sail. We stowed all our new provisions and unhooked shore power. We motored out toward the gulfstream about 20 miles and just short of the gulfstream as it would take us east and further out into the Atlantic Ocean. With our course set at 345 degrees we set the auto pilot and rigged as much sail as we could. At any other time this would be the most beautiful day you could ask for. Calm sea flat water, bright sun, beautiful blue sky and no wind. No wind was the problem but not for Justin and Kyle with no wind no suits either and soon it was 4 naked bodies sprawled about the deck. About twenty minutes later and beads of perspiration I knew it was already late for the sunscreen. I ran below to grab our sunscreen and as I returned on deck Kyle and Justin were pointing off the port bow letting me and Kori know we had our dolphin friends again. It was time for cameras and binoculars and hopefully a show. Kori spotted the problem first. ........ Not dolphins. We all put on shorts and shirts and got some great photos but were not happy when 2 large twelve foot sand sharks became interested in the boat. They would swim by then it was if they just disappeared and from nowhere would return and come as close as 20 feet from Jabbering. To our luck a gentle breeze arrived and we began to make about 5 knots. I was relieved and I could see Kori relax a little and the boys were disappointed. Funny how these two little Korean boys thrive on bad storms, waves breaking over the bow and danger. The wind freshened we tightened the main sheet and again felt the thrill of real sailing as Jabbering heeled 15 degrees to port. Lifejackets on and Kyle and Justin tethered the boys once again turning their smiling faces into the wind. It was just after noon we had finished lunch and everything was pointing us toward a good afternoon of sailing. We had gained and the wind was strong and now a steady 9 knots over the water. The boys were playing some game and Kori and I were enjoying the afternoon sun in the cockpit. I got up to get a drink and looked to the west. The sky was darkening and almost instantly our weather alarm sounded and radar began to just show the storm on the edge of the screen. Kori grabbed the wheel and I hollered to the boys to make ready for a storm. Quickly we reduced the sail and before we could even get in foul weather is was upon us. The wind hit hard we picked up speed and watched as it said 9.5 knots, 10, 10.5, 11.5 then 12.5 knots and now the sea was picking up. We had no idea that this was just a sample of what we were in for. The boys were in their safe place jammed in a corner of the salon where they could hunker down and ride out the storm, we hoped. With no notice the winds increased and we were battling gale force winds of 43 - 47 miles per hour. Jabbering was now leaning till once again we had the gunwale in the water and had again reduced the sail to almost nothing. The sea was so fierce that the tops of the waves looked like the snarling white teeth of a dragon about to rip apart the deck of our boat. Kori had all he could do to hold Jabbering as wave after wave broke over the bow. At times we would pitch toward the sky only to come down and drive the bow through the next wave then heave the sea water in the air sending it to the cockpit. Hour after hour passed and the tempest continued to batter our boat. The headsail was beaten till the outermost edge in the wind was in shreds like a flag that has been through a hurricane. I managed at one point to check the boys and found them snug, secure and for what reason I will never know thinking this was one hell of a great ride. It was nearly 6pm and as quick as the storm had hit us it was over. Jabbering lay flat on the ocean; tired and sore from fighting the tempest that had shook her to the bone. She looked beat, wounded and worn but she had won the fight. She stood tall against the gray sky and never gave a hint that she had suffered anything. I looked at Kori and he was showing the signs of having just fought a battle with ninja warriors and neither had been declared the victor. The boys came clambering on deck with excitement telling us of their battle below during the raging storm. It was just about then that we realized we were dead in the water. The storm left and with it went the wind, all of the wind. Again the water lay still, quiet, deathly quiet as if all had died. It was an eerie feeling, quite unnatural for the sea. Soon it was a strange, mysterious and almost freakish feeling that fell over the boat. We were all looking around in anticipation of some terrifying event. Nothing happened, no sound and still no wind. We lay adrift in the North Atlantic. We checked the boat from stem to stern and swept the cockpit clean. Still not a sound, not even the sound of the boat in the water; just that eerie mysterious feeling that something was about to happen. We decided to have something to eat and hoped it would help ease the tension that Kori and I had. We had bought homemade beef stew at the ships store and that was simple and easy just drop in the pot and strike a medium heat. Kori had the boys set the table and he decided to start the engine so we could motor for a few hours and get back on course and closer to where we should be. Just as Kori was about to start the engine there was a rubbing sound on the hull. He stopped. He waited. Again Kori was just about to turn the key and there it was again. Was there something trapped beneath the boat? Kori, Kyle and Justin went topside followed by me after shutting off the stew. We all looked in the water nothing on the starboard side. We still lay flat on the ocean surface and not a breath of air. We stood silent and there it was that sound that rubbing sound again we walked to the port side looked in the water and ..... and nothing. We walked forward and aft to starboard and then to port again and still nothing. Kori decided to start the engine and just as he was about to turn the key there was a definite bump to starboard. We all went to the rail nothing ........... wait ........... Kyle saw a shadow under the water astern of us then Justin pointed as the dorsal fin of a large shark broke the water. Not fast nor slow this beast made its way and just grazed our starboard side. The boys ran for the cameras but it was not in time and the shark was gone, or was it? Just as the boys broke from the top of the ladder to the cockpit the shark, a Great White, returned but this time it hit hard and rocked Jabbering. It hit so hard that it knocked the boys off their feet. Kori snatched Kyle and I had Justin and they were tethered short but were able to snap a dozen photos just as this 20 foot Great White hit the side of the boat again. Kori quickly stepped to the cockpit and turned the key, I hollered . . . . Damn Kori start the engine ............... I saw Kori turn the key again .............................................To Be Continued ........................................... . . . Next . . . . A Neglected Boy "The Twins" IX A Story of Love See New Photos Visit Jake, Kori and "The Twins" at https://jacoblion.weebly.com/a-neglected-boy-the-twins.html **If you liked the story, please let me know. Thank you.** If you enjoyed this story you will probably enjoy the following stories by Jonah on Nifty's Gay Adult/Youth Archive. 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