Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 10:04:43 +1000
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Training Ship, The Restoration Part 4

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              The Restoration Part 4.
           justjames17.


Time crawled past like an amoeba battling a current in the river; the weeks
drew out into what seemed like months as the steady refurbishing progressed.
Our nerves were on edge as we waited and waited visiting the boatyard every
day to see the latest improvements. Firstly the complete and thorough
cleaning of the ship both inside and out, removing all trace of the slimy
mud that had insinuated itself into every nook and cranny in the old ship.
This took nearly a week of hard work and then the refurbishing and repairs
began, the workers removed the remnants of the old cabins, the charred
bulkheads and fittings were stripped and removed leaving the vast empty
cavern of the ship's interior exposed to view from the forward blackened
steel bulkhead to the rear also blackened and heat scarred showing the
intensity of the flash fire that had incinerated the humans and fittings.

The next task was to begin repainting the interior of the ship, this took
several days and soon the inside was bright and gleaming in it's new bright
off white coating, as soon as the paint had dried they began installing the
new bulkheads for the cabins, mess area, galley and heads and ablution area.
The softly glowing rich timber was soon fastened top and bottom dividing up
the between decks area and the ship began slowly to return to her original
configuration. While this task was being completed the portholes were
removed and new toughened glass was installed to replace the cracked broken
heat destroyed original glass. The metal surrounds were painted in a light
oak colour to match the new bulkheads; they were then reinstalled into the
hull light glowing on the fittings in the cabins.

The new bunks being installed were metal not timber as in the original set
up, less fire prone and stronger but all the metal was powder coated in a
matching oaken colour. The interior slowly filled as the men worked, the
masts had been sanded back and varnished, they glowed in the light from the
overhead skylights, with heavily reinforced glass, that had been built into
the top deck which illuminated the companionways making the whole interior
much lighter than originally. This was a definite improvement on the
original design's pokey little openings, which didn't allow much sunlight
inside the hull.

The rigging was being replaced and repaired by another crew of experts who
were experienced in rigging yachts, the only difference being the amount and
strength of the rigging and the modern yachts used stainless wire where the
old ship used rope, which was then coated with tar to preserve it from the
elements. The task was more labour intensive than stringing wire so the men
were kept busy for some weeks as they scampered about the masts far above
the now clean teak decks. They completed the task and the sails were run up
and tested to ensure everything was working correctly. Owen, Nick, Les and
Conrad were present watching the unfurling and furling to ensure things were
as they should be. They congratulated the men who had done such an excellent
job considering they had never worked on a job of this magnitude or type
before and the riggers were happy to have done a job that hadn't been done
for many years, they left the boatyard chatting happily amongst themselves.
Owen had given them a bonus of $100 to spend as they wished and the young
extremely fit men headed for the nearest pub to wet their whistles with a
few cold ales after completing their hot hard work.

Owen, Nick, Les and Conrad couldn't resist climbing up to the crow's nest
and standing there surveying the view over the river and the factories to
the sight of the city. They stayed up there for some time chatting and
enjoying the view then they climbed down the ratlines back to the deck and
walked over to the boarding ladder and left the ship in the hands of the
boat yard.

The work progressed until the new fittings were completed all was ship shape
and only the final clean up then the painting of the exterior fittings and
hull were left to be completed. The combination of black for the upper hull,
white for the middle where the portholes dotted the side then gray for the
lower hull to the waterline. The hull below the water line was painted with
an antifouling copper based paint, which deterred marine growth and
barnacles. This was left as it was, as the boat would need dry docking to
repaint the area. The ship had been dry docked in Melbourne before she had
set out on her voyage so it was not considered necessary to redo the
antifouling paint.

Owen, Les and Conrad had obtained the original list of students and crew,
they rang them all to inform them that the Siren's Song was finished and if
they wished to continue their training cruise they should report to the yard
in the Brisbane River. The majority of them agreed and they were told to
arrive on the Saturday morning a week later and to be ready to sail as soon
as the ship was revictualled and made ready for sea. The ship had most of
her stores aboard, mattresses, bedding, spare sails, rope, crockery and
cutlery she only needed the perishable food products to stock the new
refrigerators and the freezer. She was now fitted with a radar set, which
she had never had before and the old diesel engine had been replaced with a
new larger more powerful model.

The ship was gleaming in the sub tropical sunlight as she lay at the dock,
she looked as pristine as she would have so long ago when she was first
launched and John, Frank, Owen, Nick Les, Conrad and Timmy all stood there
beaming happily at her. The press was there in numbers with still cameras
and TV cameras and there was quite a crowd of onlookers on both sides of the
river. The crew was all wearing their uniforms, a white t-shirt with a
picture of the ship fore and aft a pair of denim shorts and white socks and
sneakers topped off by a white baseball cap with the ship's name embroidered
on the front. Owen's cap had the gold leaf of a captain stitched to the
visor, while the new first mate Mr. Richards stood to attention at his right
side on his left was Mr. Flynn now 2nd mate and Conrad the new third mate,
very self conscious of his position, as he blushed crimson, Les Meade had
returned to the ship again as boatswain and stood beside Conrad.

The National Anthem was played as the red duster, the flag of the merchant
navy was raised on the stern and the officers all stood to attention and
saluted the flag. The small tugboat came busily up the river hooting its
siren as it fussed about getting ready for the tow down river. The friends
and relatives lining the dock began to sing Auld Lang Sine as the towing
bridle was passed across to the ship, the mooring lines were caste off as
the tug took up the strain and slowly the ship moved out from the dock to
the tears and cheers of the watching crowd. The boatyard workers and the
crowd threw streamers across the gap and the crew grasped them until the
paper tore as the ship moved away, many an eye was wet with tears as they
watched the colored paper tear and drift to the muddy water.

The ship began to feel alive as she moved under- tow and as they reached the
oil refinery near the entrance to the main shipping channel she began to
lift to the slight seas running into the protected river. Owen called for
the crew to set the sails and the lads raced up the rigging and out onto the
yardarms to release the sails and allow them to unfurl. The halyards were
adjusted and the sails turned to catch the light breeze as the ship began to
gather way the tug slowed and allowed the tow line to slacken the crew on
the ship's forecastle lifted the heavy wire off the towing bollard and
allowed it to drop over the bow as the tug retrieved it and motored away.

The ship now free and answering her helm for the first time seemed to leap
forward in excitement; her bow began to show a curling white moustache of
foam as her speed slowly increased. The following tourist boats and a ferry
hired by John and Frank to carry the relatives out to watch her sail away
had to speed up slightly to keep pace with her as she began to heel over a
little and her pace increased until she was notching about 7 knots on her
log line. She passed between the Port of Brisbane and Luggage Point, the
large container ships tied up at their terminal sounded their sirens as she
sailed briskly past, beginning to dance as she met the larger seas entering
from Moreton Bay.

She sailed on until she passed the signal station on Bishop Island and
exchanged signals with the operator there who wished her a safe voyage and
then she tacked slightly to the North and headed out to pass inside Moreton
Island. She cruised past Comboyuro Point and the accompanying vessels hooted
and began to turn back as she entered the South Pacific Ocean. The crew
relaxed now they were out on the open seas, the wide open seas much more to
the liking of a true tall ship sailor the confining coasts were the death of
many of her brethren.

The ship cruised gracefully through the white capped seas as the Southerly
wind filled her sails and drove her merrily North towards the Tropic of
Capricorn which marked the start of the tropical waters. She sailed up the
coast past Bribie Island, past the coastal towns like Caloundra,
Maroochydore and the beautiful town of Noosa Heads and the tourist
attraction of Rainbow Beach with it's multi coloured sands.

The sight of Fraser Island appeared the next morning, this is the largest
sand island in the world and she steered a little further off shore to clear
the point near Orchid Beach and she passed Sandy Cape then steered for the
entrance of the Capricorn Channel avoiding the coral reefs of the Great
Barrier Reef Marine Park

Owen was on deck much of the time as he worried about his ship and his
charges, the responsibility of running the ship weighing heavily on his
young shoulders, Nick was worried about his lover as he could see the dark
circles under his eyes showing the strain he was under. He plotted to get
Owen below decks and into their cabin and he finally succeeded when Owen
nearly collapsed on the deck as they passed Heron Island. He helped the
exhausted man below deck and down the companionway to their new cabin, he
urged Owen across to the large bunk and pushed his unresisting body onto the
bunk. He pulled the sneakers off and began to massage Owen's feet, the damp
socks interfering with his manipulation so he peeled them off and inhaled
the aroma from the sweaty flesh.

Owen lay there inert as the boy worked on his feet it wasn't until he felt
Nick sucking his big toe that he realized where he was, he moaned softly as
the boy lavished his attention on all his sweaty toes licking and sucking
them clean. He felt the boy start licking his shins as he worked sexily up
his legs, he wriggled a little and the boy knew he was getting through to
his lover. He continued licking and massaging the tense tired muscles as he
worked upwards Owen felt his knotted muscles relaxing under the incredible
boy's talented tongue and hands. Nick kept working till he reached the
thighs and he grasped the shorts and pulled hard as Owen opened the fly, the
shorts slipped down leaving the sweaty briefs covering a semi hard penis.
Nick stuck his face into the crotch of the man inhaling his strong odour; he
began to suck the knob of the half erect penis the briefs tasting of piss,
sweat and a little pre cum.

Owen sighed and squeezed his ass muscles raising his groin up into the boy's
mouth, Nick sucked harder as the penis erected and tightened the briefs
until it strained against the tight cotton. Nick lifted the tight waistband
and watched delightedly as the cock leapt free and slid up hard against the
snail trail below Owen's navel.  He pulled the waist band under the full
nuts and sat back admiring the vision of the straining cock with it's full
oval balls tucked hard up at the base by the constraining briefs. The boy
leaned close his tongue extended and tongued the smooth veined sack he laved
the nuts till his saliva dribbled off the stretched bag. He then mouthed
each roiling ball in his hot wet mouth sending spasms through Owen, his
muscles tensing and relaxing in rapid pulses, the rock hard cock was pumping
juice copiously.

Nick finally decided he'd teased the tired man enough and he swallowed the
crimson knob as it dribbled pre cum, his tongue accepting every drop of
juice as he sucked and licked the smooth warm tool. Owen gasped and
shuddered as he felt his tool sink into Nick's wet hot mouth the play of the
boy's tongue sending him into a fantastic sensual paradise as his tired body
reacted involuntarily to the incredible stimulation. His mind reeled as his
body screamed for release his erection trembled in the boy's hot mouth as he
bobbed up and down increasing the suction as he moved faster. Owen was
arching up off the bunk his six pack rigid as he screamed for relief then
his cock swelled fatter and harder as his balls exploded blowing his cum up
the tubes to fill the swollen urethra in hot thick bursts which raced up
into Nick's sucking mouth and flooded into the boy's throat as it ran
downhill into the boy's stomach.

Nick kept sucking and licking till Owen moaned aloud, " Oh shit Nick,
please, please stop, I can't take any more. Your hot mouth is driving me
insane."

Nick let the wet softening tool slip slowly from his squeezing lips, as he
ensured no drop of semen remained in the limp sausage, Owen shuddered as he
felt the lips slide over his super sensitive helmet. He gasped in relief as
his wet cock slapped onto his depleted balls, lying there as if dead as
Owen's body gasped for air. Nick sat back on his heels licking his lips
savoring the taste of the sweet offering he had coaxed from his lover's body
as he watched Owen lie there panting. He stood up pulled off the wet briefs
and lifted Owen's legs up onto the bunk, he pulled the sheet up over his
still gasping body and bent to kiss his man's brow saying, " Sleep my love
you need it so much. We will make sure your ship is safe and sound."

Owen rolled onto his side a slight smile on his lips as he dozed off to
sleep, Nick sat on the edge of the bunk then he decided to slip into bed
with Owen and he lifted the sheet and spooned against his lover's firm
muscular back his cock resting between the muscular cheeks. He dozed off and
the only sound heard were the slap of the seas and the creaking of timber as
the ship sailed on.

Conrad on deck was glad that Nick had got Owen to go below and rest leaving
the ship in the competent hands of Mr. Richards. Conrad went looking for his
young lover Chris who had now turned 13, he saw his bright red hair amongst
a group of students learning rope handling and he walked across to watch the
boys as they tied knots under the direction of Mr. Meade. Chris seemed to
feel Conrad's eyes on him as he looked up and grinned, Conrad winked at him
and smiled back then groping himself suggestively turned and walked away to
check the ship's position on the chart and was going to compare it with
their new G.P.S. or Global Positioning System, which used a number of
satellites to pin point their position. This new piece of equipment could
place the ship within a few feet of it's position and took a lot of the work
off the shoulders of the mates although they still used the old fashioned
sextant to fix their position and to train the boys in navigation. John had
spared no expense in fitting out the old ship and she needed a lot of solar
panels to keep the batteries charged, in case of bad weather there was a
small generator housed in a small locker on the deck of the ship.

Conrad found that they were tacking back to anchor off Heron Island for a
day or two so the boys could enjoy the tropical island. Mr. Richards called
for the crew to shorten sail as the ship neared the deepwater anchorage off
the island. The forecastle crew prepared to drop anchor as the ship slowed
and rounded up into the wind, the mate called for the anchor to be dropped
and there was a splash as it hit the water and plunged to the coral bed
below. The wind drove the ship slowly back as the chain paid out along the
bottom until the ship shuddered as she came up short on the chain and she
nudged forward as the weight of the chain dropped back to the bottom.

The crew furled the sails and clambered down to the deck again, the ship lay
there with the island off her bowsprit as she swung on her anchor. The boys
stood crowded on the deck studying their first tropical island, the tall
palm trees bent at the tops by the prevailing wind. They could see the
resort on the island and the beautiful white coral sand beach dotted with
people enjoying the sunshine, a few small catamarans scooted across the
sheltered water and skimmed towards the ship as she rested. The small boats
circled the ship their happy crews calling up to the boys saying how great
the ship looked and asking if they could come aboard to have a look.

The boys looked to the officers who said, " Yes they can visit us as we will
be visiting the resort as well."

The cats swooped alongside and the boy's caught the mooring ropes as they
bumped softly against the steel hull, the young crew's scaled up onto the
deck and hoped aboard. The boy's crowded about the visitors who were very
attractive guys with great sun tans and a couple wearing small tight Speedos
while the others were in baggy board shorts hiding their assets. They were
amazed at the complexity of the rigging of the ship compared to their small
yachts and they followed the boys around as they explained what rope did
what work.

Conrad walked across and said to the visitors, " Would you guys like to see
below decks?"

The visitors nodded eagerly and followed him below decks, the timing was
great as the cook was just removing a batch of scones from the oven and the
tempting aroma filled the ship. Conrad led the visitors to the galley where
the cook buttered the fresh steaming scones (biscuits in the USA) and set
some out for the visitors who wolfed them down eagerly. They complimented
the cook saying, " Wow those are much nicer than the ones we get on the
island, thanks cook you are number 1"

The cook grinned and you could see he was chuffed at the compliments as he
buttered more scones and gave them to the hungry boys. Conrad said, " Yes
our cook could work in any resort or 5 star hotel we are very lucky to have
him aboard our ship, he is a top bloke as well."

They walked through the ship and Conrad was glad to show off the beautifully
restored vessel, the visitors were astounded at the room between decks and
the lay out of the cabins. Conrad took them down into the engine room under
the main deck and showed them the large green diesel, they asked how fast
could the ship go under power, Conrad said, " Only about 5 knots she isn't
meant to run under power, her main drive is the wind in her sails like your
catamarans "

They climbed back up to the accommodation deck and they saw the radio shack,
where the operator Josh showed them the gear and then as they passed the
captain's cabin Nick opened the door clad only in his tight briefs, he
stopped astounded at the strange faces who were staring at him and past him
into the cabin where Owen lay naked on the bunk asleep. Nick blushed, an
unusual occurrence for the young extrovert, stepped back into the cabin and
closed the door. The visitors stood there stunned at the apparition of the
beautiful young boy in the tight briefs they had seen, one of the young
visitors turned to Conrad and asked, " Was that the cabin boy? I've heard
what they are used for in the old days; they were the captain's plaything
and servant. Is that the case here?"

Conrad stood there embarrassed and silent as he tried to think of something
to say to these young men. He couldn't think of an answer so changed the
subject explaining how the ship was set on fire killing the captain and two
others here below decks, the story intrigued the visitors and they began to
quiz Conrad about the disaster. One lad had read of the fire and said, " The
captain, a cabin boy and a young doctor had all died in the captain's cabin
in the fire, I wonder if the same thing happened then as is happening here
now? Maybe they were having sex when it happened."

Conrad said, " I don't know what you are talking about, who knows what
happened then, they may have got together as the flames trapped them."

The boy who had heard about the fire stood there his Speedos swelling as his
teenage hormones began to rage through his body. He looked at Conrad and his
eyes dropped to the tight white shorts, he had a good look at the gentle
bulge visible in the shorts. He could see the leg seam of Conrad's briefs
showing through the tight white material as his bubble butt swelled the
shorts. The boy moved slightly closer to Conrad and rubbed his swelling
crotch against the smooth full ass cheeks. Conrad felt the hot swollen
salami rub against his ass cheek then felt an exploratory hand slide softly
and swiftly over his behind.

Conrad walked forward and the group followed him, they returned to the deck
and the visitors walked across and clambered down to their catamarans except
for the lad who had felt Conrad up, he stood there close to the young mate
and said, " I'll swim back out here tonight sexy one if you'd like to play
with me."

Conrad didn't know what to do; if he ignored the guy he might cause trouble
later as he resigned himself to saying, " Yes if you want to, what time will
you swim out?"

The fit muscular young man replied, " About 10pm, my folks go to bed about
then, it will take me about 10 to 15 minutes to reach the ship."

Conrad said, " Ok I'll be waiting on deck till 1030 just in case you are a
little late, have you got a waterproof torch?"

The lad said, " Yes there is one in the catamaran I'll grab it, do you want
me to signal you to let you know I'm on my way?"

Conrad said, " Yes that would be a good idea, then I'll know when you are
coming."

The guy climbed over the side smiled and said, " I'll see you tonight spunky
guy, do you think we could have that young blonde boy join us?"

Conrad replied, " I don't think so he will be in bed at that hour."
The lad said, " That's what I'm hoping I'd love to get him in bed."

Conrad laughed and gave him a playful shove and he dived into the warm sea
then climbed aboard his yacht and cast off heading for the beach after his
friends. The guy waved cheerfully as he flew across the choppy water and
then turned sharply, lifting one pontoon high in the air to run up onto the
sand the raised pontoon dropping with a thud as the boat stopped.

Conrad waved once more as the young man walked up the beach and entered a
beach side holiday shack. Conrad turned away and looked to find Chris and
saw the boy watching him from the starboard side of the deck, he walked
across and Chris said, " Who was that guy, he seemed to be chatting you up,
was he wanting you to have sex with him? I could see his cock was excited
from here."

Conrad nodded saying, " Yes he saw Nick and Owen in their cabin then began
to insinuate that sex was going on here on board, he felt me up and rubbed
his Speedo clad erection against my behind, he is going to swim out tonight
and wants to have a go at Nick but I told him no way he would be asleep. I'm
wondering if you would like to have fun tonight if he swims out, would you
be in it?"

Chris sat there thinking and then said, " Maybe if you want me to, he looks
a pretty hot stud and as long as you are there too I wouldn't mind messing
with him."