Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 23:53:53 -0700 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: Of Man and Boy 6 Sorry about the slowness but I have been at the Olympic Games Of Man And Boy by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) It has occurred to me that readers may not be conversant with the geography of the Virgin Islands. Nifty does not let us put graphics into the text but you can use something like Google Earth or Flash Earth to get a view of all the places Grant and Paul are visiting. 6: Navigation When in the city Paul has to keep his mind focused on his professional duties as best he can. There is no reason he can not come back to the island on those days. When the weather is good the ride in is little more then a suburban to down town if you were on the mainland. With a smaller and faster craft it would be a breeze so to speak. As their town days drew to an end, both man and boy were tired. Not physically tired, they get enough rest. They were emotionally drained, stressed out. Julia was not happy to learn Grant would be away for several days but they could e-mail and talk on the phone if needed. Sid was about to start her on another treatment course which would put Julia in a fairly weakened state anyway. Paul had a long list of people to contact and things to do, not related to work. He also had files to review and journals to read. Grant would have a pile of school work to get through as well. On the way back to the Niño del Muchacho, they needed to stop at the food market's and shops. Greater C.A. is a very nice little city. It is only about 50 square miles (13 by 4) and about 50 thousand people. That's 1000/square mile. For a city, not very dense. The three most important parts of the local economy are tourism, government and education. (Most industrial jobs in the VI's are on St. Croix, with one of the worlds largest oil refineries located there.) The down side sometimes is selection. Paul would make a run to San Juan (± 70 miles) every month or so to stock up on stuff not readily available. All that explained, our nimrods called their favorite taxi driver to pick them up at the office. He was just as jovial and full of jokes as ever, letting Grant ride in the front seat and telling him all about everything as they passed it. Having stowed the groceries on board and taking a light snack, Paul and Grant changed to more comfortable clothing, their new swim suits and cast off the lines. They do make quite a pair in them. Paul substantial crotch and small but muscular butt stretching the spandex tight, outlining everything even the vines on his cock when erect. Grant's displaying his small but almost always hard little penis and perfectly covering the round globes of is his bubble butt. Blond hair, sunglasses, tanned, muscular bodies, they take buff to a new state. Once clear of the harbor entrance Paul advanced to half throttle and let Grant take the wheel. Grant kept well in the channel, passing the Cruz Bay Ferry on its return. Paul had Grant keep on the Great St. James Island side of Current rock, as they moved into Pillsbury Sound and turned north. Grant moved the throttle up of three quarters and they speed toward home. With Grant occupied, Paul slipped off his, then Grant's suits and took up a position behind the boy. Easing himself into the char and placing Grant on is lap. Grant's butt cheeks clasping on his erection and the boy himself giggling as Paul played with his penis and nipples. Grant was in boy heaven, commanding the powerful yacht with his man's arms wrapped around his body, pressing him tight to dad's chest and dad fondling his boy toys. Grant pressed himself tight against his man, he loved the feel of his powerful body pressing against his back. Paul made sure to kiss his neck and cheeks often. Just as they approached Middle Passage, Grant spotted a haring seiner off the Port bow, she was under full power, as the exhaust could be seen from her stack. Probably making close to eight knots Paul figured. She must have a full hold, given her deep lay in the water. Grant cut his speed to one quarter, about five knots and steered gently to port. "Can I buy some fish dad?" "Do you like hearing?" "No silly, I thought I would bring a gift to my dolphin friends. Can you buy some for me?" "I am willing to do that. How many tons do you want?" "I was thinking about 25 fish, not tons." "Oh." Paul set Grand on the deck and slipped out of the captain's char. He picked up his binoculars and studied the haring seiner for a name. It was the Scout Chance Two. Paul pulled on his swimsuit and held Grant's. The lad took the garment and let Paul take the helm. "I guess its not a good idea to meet another boat on the water with my flag flying, is it?" Grant smiled, no response is needed. Grant took the microphone and called to the seiner. Scout Chance Two, Niño del Muchacho. Scout Chance Two, Niño del Muchacho. "Estoy escuchando", Niño del Muchacho. (literally translated, I'm listening) "Scout Chance Two, el Niño del Muchacho es el yate de su arqueamiento de estribor, tirón que quisiéramos también venir adelante cara. Encima." (Scout Chance Two, the Niño del Muchacho is the yacht off your starboard bow, heave too we would like to come along side. Over.) There was a slight hesitation and then a reply. "Ok, Niño del Muchacho." The Scout Chance Two crew began deploying a few bumpers along its starbord side. Paul flipped his switch and five bumpers deployed on the Niño del Muchacho's port. Paul sent Grant below to get $20 from his wallet and an empty plastic peanut butter jar. Grant looked a little puzzled but ran off. Paul put the money in the jar and closed the lid. It would be easily to throw it from the Niño del Muchacho to the Scout Chance Two. The seiner would deliver the fish via the gin-pole "Now get some six mill poly or a blue tarp and lay it on the deck to receive the fish." Grant snapped his fingers saying, "why didn't I think of that", and ran below again. As the two boats closed Paul reversed the props and spun the helm presenting the open stern to the seiner. And Grant pushed over a couple of more bumpers. He took their line and through his own. Grant's skill and strength astounded the men on the Scout Chance Two. Grant then asked if he could buy some fish. The captain asked how much he wanted, with kind of a smile on his face. It is not often, in fact this was a first, that a boy stops him on the water and wants to buy fish. "Sir cerca de veinte. ¿Son veinte dólares bastante?" (About 20, Sir. Is $20 enough?) The captain laughed. "Eso está a muchos a comer y a moer entonces bastante para la contienda. Si" (That is to many to eat and more then enough for bate. Yes.) "Deseo traer un regalo a mis amigos del delfín." (I want to bring a gift to my dolphin friends.) Paul was smiling and nodding behind Grant, so he could not see him. The captain smiled and instructed his crew to get twenty big ones from the hold. After the net was opened and the fish spilled on the deck, Grant flipped the jar with the money to the captain. "Gracias sir, mis amigos le agradecen también, o si estaban aquí." (Thank you sir, my friends thank you too, or would if they were here.) They exchanged a few more pleasantries and both craft got under way. "The idea of bringing a gift for your marine mammal friends is very nobel, kind and generous. I see only one small problem, not a show stopper but just something you must think about. If you make a habit or do it to often they will become trained to expect it. They will learn to associate the Niño del Muchacho or what ever craft we come in, with food. That in itself is not a bad thing but if they become dependent on you and you are not around, then what?" "I understand dad." Paul bent over and kiss his boy on the head, his boy giggled. As the rounded the eastern point and turned into the small bay Paul could see the dolphin pod beginning to play in the wake. "Look Grant." "Oh boy," he squealed. "I'll take over you go greet your friends." Paul began to throttle back the engines. Stopping about 10 meters (±30') from dock. Paul began throwing out the fish. Several of the larger mammals were even able to catch them in the air. Paul rinsed the tarp off and lay it out to dry while Grant talked and squealed in response to his friends. "lets tie up and go for a swim OK." Paul slowly moved the Niño del Muchacho toward the dock, deploying the bumpers and easing into his rubber stopper. Grant was on the stern line in a flash, he leaped to the dock and made it fast. Paul moved to the bow and cast the line to Grant which he also secured. They looked at each other, nodded, stripped off their swim suits and dove into the water swimming toward the floating raft. A distance of some 40 m (± 125'). The dolphin pod was all around, swimming with them, between them, jumping over them. Even the adults were close in. Grant was dwarfed by all but one. A very small juvenile came up and swam right next to him. Paul wondered why this one was so much smaller then the others. As the swam and played he could not let it go. Finally Paul asked Grant to move into shallower water and get the little dolphin to go with him. Once the water was shallow enough for Paul to stand he got Grant to come over to him and get on his shoulders. The little friend came too. Now he could see the little guy had fishing line wrapped around his mouth and he could not open very wide. "Grant do you see his mouth? Look closely he can't open it properly." "I see but what can we do, can you help him?" "I think so but I need my assistant to work extra hard. Are you up for this?" "Sure dad what should I do?" "You swim in the shallows with him and keep moving toward the dock. I will go ahead and get an instrument." "But what if he won't come or say with me?" "You just have to make him want to. I don't care what you do, kiss him if you have to." Now this may be a female for all Paul knew, sexing dolphins that are swimming with you is no easy task for the untrained. Paul swam to shore ran to the dock, on the boat and retrieved a small set of wire cutters and than ran back and swam out. "Now try and get him to come between us and you pet him, try tickling him under his chin, well at the base of his lower jaw." Grant slowly got his left hand on the animals head petting him and moved his right into position next to his partly open mouth. Paul cut about half of the strings. The animal opened his mouth farther then he had been able to do for some time. Grant talked softly to him keeping both hands on the animal petting him. Telling him dad needed to cut more strings, just take it easy. Paul got a few more cut and the animal opened even wider breaking the remainder. He was ecstatic, if a dolphin can be ecstatic. He called a long mournful call and broke free, swimming to his pod. They were all inspecting him and calling. Paul tossed the cutters up on the sand beach and he and Grant swam to the raft. By now all the pod members had inspected the little one and were all jumping and calling, swimming around. Paul and Grant got in the water and again they all came around taking turns coming up and touching each human. The last was the little one he did more then just touch he rubbed his body against the man and boy over and over again. "It's his way of thanking us dad." This went on for a bit longer but the humans were getting just a little tired in the water so long. They retreated to the raft and lay down, their naked butts sticking up in the air, their heads and hand draped over the edge touching each of the mammals as they swam buy. Each time the little one came in Paul was able to remove more of the line until it was just about all gone. Not only was it around his snout but around his body, his front flippers and his dorsal fin. "Dad?" "Yes son." "Ah, I, ah, you know, when you help someone, a patient, do you get a real good feeling inside?' "Yes, as a matter of fact it is such a good feeling that it makes up for those times when there is just nothing you can do or for those days when it's just mundane aches and pains or shot clinics, why?" "Well when we helped that little dolphin today I felt real good inside that's all." "You should feel good Grant, you did good, you helped another living being to have a safer, happier and better life. What is most important and rewarding, you did it for no gain, under no obligation, with no expectation. You gained a friend for life but even if you never see him again and I'm sure you will, it matters not. You did it because it was the right thing to do. That my boy is the stuff heroes are made of. A hero is anyone who does what he knows is the right thing, because he can do it and it needs to be done. In Arthur Schlesinger, Jr.'s book, A Thousand Days, he quotes John Kennedy's reply on being asked how he became a war hero: `It was involuntary. They sunk my boat'." Paul went on to explain who John F. Kennedy was. To outline his adventure on and off PT 109. And to draw a distinction between public and privet heroes. "Your act was a privet act, shared by you, me and that dolphin. That is often the best kind, the most satisfying. No explanations are ever needed, none are ever given. You just get that good feeling of satisfaction, a good job, well done." "Your a hero too dad, you did more then me." "No, Grant we are a team remember, each contributed to the effort in equal measure. Sure I did the cutting but I knew where the cutters were and how to do it safely. You helped to calm and steady the patient. Is one contribution greater than the other? I think not." That instant Grant was in dad's arms, his legs wrapped around his middle, his arms around his neck, pressing his little body against his chest and kissing him. And that's a good feeling too.