Date: Mon, 18 Oct 2010 14:28:07 -0600
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: Sandpiper 34

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Chapter 34

"Writers Note: I stand corrected. I have always tried to make this as
believable as possible. Portsmouth is where Victory is. And Southampton was
one of the major ports for the invasion of Europe during WW 2, but not the
only one.

When we went to bed that last night, it was a really nice summer
night. Warm, clear skies and light winds. Morning brought wind and very
cold rain. I could not believe how fast the weather changed. All I wanted
now was warm.

"Take us out Jake. Get us to the warmth as fast as you can."

"There is about a five foot swell in the Bay of Biscay. We could run on
foils no problem. At max, we could be in Portugal in 36 hours."

"Sounds good Jake. Make it so Captain." I laughed.

"Aye, aye Captain." Jake laughed too.

There was quite a crowd on the wharf as we departed for, what I hoped would
be the last time in England. I hated the weather here. It could change so
fast.

Jake dialed in the course and speed and after clearing the breakwater, set
the autopilot. Sandpiper took off like the greyhound that she was. Now back
where I think even Sandpiper liked, we skimmed at 90 knots across the
water.

I left the bridge and went down to talk to my new crewman and Singh's new
lover.

"Well Jami, I don't think I even welcomed you on board. Welcome aboard
Son."

Thank you Ed."

"Singh love you really know how to pick them. Jami you are a very good
looking young man."

"I hope Ed, I am not stealing him from you."

"Jami, Singh's happiness, like all those I love is all I ever want. I still
love him and now I will learn to love you to son."

"I hope you will love me like Singh does in every way." He giggled.

"Well that is up to you and Singh, but with five others who always want my
attention, maybe I will have a break once, for a change." I laughed.

"So what did you do before you came to Britain?"

"I was a street boy. An untouchable."

"Is that a class distinction Singh"

"Actually Ed, they are more or less not part of any class. There are
millions of what are called classless people in India. No one wants them
and no one will help them. Jami was very lucky and now I am luckier
still. I love him Ed. More than I have loved anyone else except you."

"Well love, if you love him. I can do no less."

I kissed both boys. I guess now both were my boys.

Gary and Jer walked in and sat down so close to me I thought we were joined
at the hip. I kissed both.

"So where does everyone want to go, besides into the sunshine?"

"Well everyone figures it's your turn Ed."

"Well I thought if our Spanish friend wants, we could make a quick run to
Morocco and then head down the west coast of Africa."

"Cool, more black guys eh." Jer giggled.

"You boys and in fact everyone on board are going to have to be very
careful this trip. HIV is almost epidemic in most of Africa."

"Yeah love. We know. Safe sex only."

"Well why are we going then?" Gary asked.

"Never been there love."

After more discussion I checked the maps of Portugal. I told Jake to head
for Porto as our first stop.

Porto, being the second largest city in Portugal is almost always in a
rivalry with Lisbon. Some of the buildings and museums date back to
Medieval times, but the hotels and accommodation are both modern and
comfortable. The huge marina we stopped at could have ranked with the best
in world. The best part was the weather. Warm and sunny. I took my five
boys on a three day tour in my jeep. Jake made sure everyone had time
ashore, including himself. I was very surprised we didn't pick up another
stray boy in Porto. There was definitely no shortage of boys for
hire. Mostly they advertised as tour guides, but by the way they dressed,
they obviously were selling much more than tours. Although my boys were
definitely interested they decided I was good enough.

The week we spent in Porto, gave us all time to readjust to the warm sunny
weather. After careful consideration and looking at my late Uncles files, I
amended my idea of heading down the west coast of Africa. He had only
visited as far south as Nigeria. Considering that this was also an area
where he was intercepted by pirates, I decided on a trip into the med and
up to Nice in France. I figured we would head for Greece and Israel
later. I really didn't want any more entanglements.

Cruising south from Porto, we went back to the tourist mode. Travel during
the day and stop each night in a bay or fishing village.

Our next major city stop was Lisbon, Capital of Portugal. After our
reception by the Portuguese Customs, I almost decided not to stop. They
searched the entire yacht, for what I am not sure, but it was very
thorough. They also made us tie to a buoy. They said they did not approve
of our armed status, but as long as we did not dock we would be allowed to
land. I decided Portugal was going on my list as not a place to stop in
future. Fuck them, there were a lot of Ports we were welcomed with open
arms. Jake contacted our Spanish friend and he agreed to take 12 more boys
if we could get them. That pretty well chose our next stop.

After just two days in Lisbon we left and headed south to Gibraltar and the
med. Here we were greeted by warm days and sunny skies. Most of the crew
opted for nude as the daily routine went back to normal. Jami was very
surprised at my crew. It did not take long for him to adjust and soon he
too could be seen walking around sans clothing. A very well hung young man
Singh had found. I didn't as yet have time to take him up on his offer. My
other boys kept me pretty busy in bed at night.

I contacted the Arab in Morocco and told him I would take 12 more boys if
he could arrange it. Same price quoted and he said he would have them in
Port when we arrived. I had Jake put in around midnight. After paying off
both Customs and the Arab, we collected 12 very good looking young black
males. I was very surprised that Jake didn't use any of them. I guess the
three he had satisfied him enough. I know my boys and Jerry and Andy both
used a few of them on the passage over. I declined. I had my own to keep me
company. It was very refreshing to see the young men adjust to our
travelling so easy. Almost all were nude almost all the time. Made it very
hard to concentrate.

We made our delivery after dark again and our Spanish friend dropped us
another 240,000 dollars. Damn my late Uncle really had a business going. My
crew were very happy with the bonus. After spending three days and
replenishing our tanks and refrigerators, headed north for France.

The trip up the east coast of Spain was one of the most enjoyable we
had. Warm water and sunny skies meant all the crew went around nude. Even
Jake and I spent many hours working on our overall tans. Although I had
always frowned on sex on the bow and stern decks, with the new screens aft
I allowed the boys to do as they pleased. I did receive many blow jobs on
the aft deck as did most of the crew. Although I never saw any screwing
during the day, I did see many evenings some of my crew enjoying each
other. The free and carefree love among all my crew meant there were never
any problems.

One evening in one of the many deserted bays along the coast I took Jami up
on his offer. He proved to be as accomplished a lover as Singh and Singh
even entered me as I enjoyed a long session with Jami under me. Their love
for each other was almost a physical force between them. I am sure both
could have at the drop of a hat gone down to the deck and made love. As
with Gary and Jer, both were almost perpetually hard whenever they were
near each other.

During one of the many stops we made at fishing villages or small cities,
Jake made a large purchase of snorkeling equipment. All crew took to
snorkeling, like ducks to water. I decided that any of the crew that were
interested, I would put them into a scuba diving course in Nice. It was not
surprising that all of them wanted to learn, including myself.

When Sandpiper arrived in Nice, we found several thousand Yachts and
sailboats filled every marina in both directions along the coast. We ended
up moored to a buoy in the bay. Sometime during one of Jakes visits ashore
he was approached by the Organizing committee of the regatta that was
starting in a few days, asking if Sandpiper would act as one of the control
and rescue yachts for the races. He accepted and I readily agreed with
him. Sandpiper was a very well known and very respected Yacht in most of
the med. All of the crew were ecstatic at the prospect.

The first day of the regatta was a windy blustery day with very choppy
seas. The largest class of boats left for their three day run up the coast
to Corsica and into the med. They would be gone for almost the three entire
days of the regatta. The smaller classes started their races as well and
many of the smaller boats had a very hard time in the rough
water. Sandpiper and her crew rescued many of the young men and women from
the water as their boats were swamped. The boys on board had no problem
helping the young men, but were at a loss how to deal with some of the
scantily clad females. Some of their antics were hilarious.

Parties on board and ashore happened every night after the days races. Some
of the rescued boys were more than just thankful of my crews help and I
knew of many liaisons between these young men and my crew.

The following two days were better with good winds and smooth seas. There
were no problems for most of the last two days of the regatta.

Sandpiper was just sitting in the bay. Nice just a kilometer away. Everyone
was waiting the arrival of the big boats that had sailed off on the first
day. Their last turn was about thirty miles due south of Nice. Sandpiper
was almost surrounded by every size of boat. Two of her Kodiaks were
already in the water. Jake and I lounged on the flying Bridge enjoying a
cold beer.

Simon and both Jer and Gary stood next to us. The beep of the weather radio
startled Jake, but he just ignored it. The ring of the emergency phone
caused him to jump out of his chair.

"Sandpiper." He said into the phone.

I just watched as he took the call.

"Ed, two boats have collided at the last turn. They may need assistance."

"Lets go Jake." I said without hesitation.

He punched the intercom button.

"Bring main engine on line. All hands prepare for foil borne."

"Five Minutes Captain." I heard and then felt the rumble of the big diesel.

"Auxiliary online Captain."

"Get the boats away Ed." Jake said.

I picked up the bridge bullhorn.

"All boats veer off. Cut loose the Zodiacs. Prepare for high speed." I
said.

Looking back, I could see a flurry of activity on the aft deck. Jake moved
the throttle to five knots and Sandpiper started to move.  Boats were still
trying to hook to Sandpiper. I had to order the boys to drop all lines as
Sandpiper slowly moved through the hundreds of boats surrounding the
harbor.

Hoist our ensign."

For the first time on Sandpiper I heard the foils being deployed. I knew
the two big columns in my suite were the Hydraulic rams, but had never
heard them before.

"Foils in the green Captain." Came from the intercom. Engine in Five Sir."

No fucking way could we go to foils with this many boats so close.

"Sound the siren and go to ten knots." I said to Jake.

With the siren blaring and Sandpiper picking up speed many of the boats
veered off.

"When your clear Jake take her to max." I ordered.

"Yes Sir."

I looked back at the stern. Both Zodiacs had been cut adrift. No boats were
now attached to Sandpiper.

"Clear astern Captain." I said.

Jake hit both the high speed alarm and the intercom.

Stand by for high speed." He said.

"All in the green Captain came from the engine room."

Jake shoved the throttle to the max. Sandpiper never even hesitated. She
seemed to leap forward. If I had not been sitting in one of the bridge
chairs I would have been smashed against the bulkhead. I could honestly not
believe, even as I had witnessed it several times. Sandpiper just seemed to
fly. God I loved her.

The big US Ensign stood out alongside the smaller French tricolor. This was
what Sandpiper was made for. Flying over the water.

"Radar contact Captain." Gary said.

"Three boats, no four now, course 178, to intercept."

I figured they were the lead boats in the race.

Jake adjusted his course.

The sail boats came into view, their big spinnakers pushing them toward
Nice. The Spanish boat was leading followed close by the French and then
the American and British. They cheered as we swept by.

"Radar contact Captain. Two boats very close together. Range 15 miles,
course 180."

"Stand by zodiacs," I yelled into the intercom. I watched as Gary Handed
the mic to Jer and disappeared off the bridge.

Gary was one of the best swimmers on board and I knew he always manned one
of the Zodiacs.

"Only one contact now Captain. Range 6 miles."

I guessed correctly one of the big boats had gone down. Now either all the
crew was on the other boat or in the water. The single yacht with a
helicopter hovering nearby came up over the horizon. Jake waited until the
last possible moment and pulled throttles to zero. He slapped Sandpiper
into reverse. Christ she stopped in almost her length. Something I didn't
know she was even capable of. Both Zodiacs were into water almost
immediately. We had stopped about four boat lengths from the wallowing
sailboat. After getting everyone of the surviving crew on board, Jake
checked with the Captain of the Yacht. He said he could make it on his
engine. Jake said we would escort him back. At a bare 10 knots we both
headed for Nice.

I headed down to the lounge to make sure everyone was okay. My crew had
already got towels and blankets for all the soaked sailors. I saw who I
figured was the Captain sitting by himself. I poured two big shots of
whiskey into glasses and walked over to him.

"Hi, I'm Ed Somers." I handed him the glass of whiskey.

"Günter, Günter Proune." He said as he stood with his hand out.

"Thank you, thank you, for all you have done Sir." He said quickly.

"Can you tell me what happened? I know there will be an inquiry."

"Ja. I think it was my fault. Coming up to the turn I was too close to the
Maple Leaf and as I started my turn my stern tangled in the lines of the
Canadian. It pulled her around and before we could disentangle she rammed
our port side. She stove in the boat. Our main mast came down which just
added more confusion. We were able to get along side her, but even with her
extra pumps we could not hold back the water rushing into Wunderbar. I
ordered the men to move us away and abandoned her. Thank god you showed up
Sir."

"I am glad we were able to get all your men picked up safely."

"Yes, it is good." Then he laughed.

"Another 2 million marks at the bottom of the Med."

I escorted the German up to the flying bridge and introduced him to
Jake. Surprised again as Jake conversed with him in German a few
minutes. He then walked over and looked over at the Canadian boat.

"She is a very fast boat and has a very good crew. She should have won."

I looked over at the sailboat.

"See look they are rigging a new main."

Even as I watched a new main sail shot up her mast. The boat immediately
heeled to the wind. Only a few moments late a new jib shot up. I felt
Sandpiper increase speed and Jake eased her away from the big boat.

"Magnificent. Magnificent." The German Captain said.

"What are we doing now Jake?"

"Almost 16 knots."

"Mine Gut, That is not possible." The German Captain turned and looked at
the repeater on this side of the bridge.

The Canadian Captain obviously wasn't done. I watched as some crew
manhandled a spar and a huge bag on the bow.

"What's he doing?" I said.

"He's rigging his spinnaker."

True enough soon the huge white spinnaker with the massive red Maple Leaf
in it's center billowed out and filled. The Canadian boat seemed to almost
leap ahead and I was surprised when I felt Sandpiper ease up on her foils.

"No boat can match her." The German Captain said.

"She can't win."

"True but she will still get points for finishing under sail. She will
advance to the trial in Australia."

"Hoist both Canadian and German ensigns Jake."

"Aye, aye Sir."

Both quickly shot up our flag hoist, the German remained at half staff
while the Canadian went up along side the French and US Flag. Almost as
soon as the two ensigns went up on Sandpiper the Canadian hoisted a German
flag to half staff. The German Captain turned away.

The cheering on the stern of Sandpiper told me the German crew had noticed
the Canadian boat honoring their loss.

"He honors my loss. I must thank him when we make port."

"Onshore winds are picking up Sir." Jake said.

We had moved off from the Maple leaf about 200 meters. I put the glasses on
her. He main mast looked like it was bowing to the pressure of the wind on
all the sails, but it looked like they were pulling the sails tighter.

"What the fuck are they doing, that mast won't handle that much." I said.

"She's pushing close to 21 knots Ed."

"Mine gut, no one will catch her if she was leading. I have never seen a
boat move this fast."

It was also not lost on the two media helicopter overhead. Both had
reported her speed to the waiting crowds.

"Finish line, 6 miles Sir." Jer said.

"Radar contact too Sir, almost too many to count Sir."

"Captain, She broke a world record, will you confirm it?"

"Damn rights."

As we came up to the finishing line Jake had to slow Sandpiper. There were
just too many small boats getting close. The Maple leaf continued on and a
few minutes later I heard the report of the finishing gun. The Canadian
boat immediately pulled her spinnaker down and slowed. She had to be
surrounded by hundreds of small craft. As Jake eased his way through the
boats at dead slow on his way to our buoy, a large boat eased up to
Sandpiper, directing her to follow. We were led into the center of the
Marina. When indicated by the large craft, Jake dropped our hook. Sandpiper
was quickly surrounded by other boats. Soon after that the German crew were
taken off and several race officials came on board.


After congratulating us on our rescue and help, they got down to the real
reason they were on board. Jake confirmed that Sandpiper had paced the
Canadian boat for over five miles at a constant speed of just a hair under
21 knots. A speed unheard-of in boating circles. The Maple leaf had smashed
the old world record by almost 3 knots. She was definitely a contender for
the World Cup and the America's Cup next year in Australia. That was one
race I would like to see, so I knew where Sandpiper would be next year.

I had the crew rig awnings on both the bow deck and stern deck, for the
inevitable parties that were coming. There had to several thousand people
on shore and several hundred boats in the marina. The parties on the boat
went on well into the night. I think I shook hands with a thousand people
that night. I am not sure how many of my crew got more than just
handshakes, but everyone had a great time.

Things quieted down the next day as crews prepared to head home. I was able
to go ashore with Gary and Jer. I went to the scuba diving school. Total
cost to run everyone through the one week course, almost 15,000
Euros. After giving them my Amex card we just walked around enjoying the
City.

We stopped at the race Headquarters, which afterward I figured was a
mistake. We were greeted like conquering hero's. After several drinks and
another thousand handshakes, we finally able to leave. Later that night
Sandpiper was able to get along side a wharf to refuel and water, plus
drain our waste tanks.

The scuba course went very well, everyone both enjoyed and passed. With
everyone on board very good swimmers to begin with made it easy for the
instructors. I also spent a shit load on scuba gear for Sandpiper.

The break for the course and just lazing around gave us the break we
needed. Jake and I were sitting, discussing our next leg of our journey
when a very official looking gentleman asked if he could come aboard. It
turned out he was with Doctors Without Boarders.

"My Name is Doctor James Waterston, I am the French Director, for DWB. Is
Sandpiper available for charter?"

"Depends on what and where you want to go and when?" I said.

"Well, there is a cholera epidemic in the upper reaches of the Niger
River. I need to get several doctors and a bout a ton of supplies from here
to there in the quickest time possible. Sandpiper is the fastest yacht
anywhere and is capable of travelling up the Niger all the way to the
problem area. You would only need to get us in, we would find our own way
back."

"When do you need to leave and how many are going?"

"As soon as possible. I have 3 Doctors and four nurses, all male to get up
there."

"What do you think Jake?"

"Well getting there is not a problem, getting up the river might
be. Sandpiper draws about 4 feet of water on the hull and 2 feet on foils."

"Then there is the countries we have to pass through. I'm not sure if our
particular equipment would be very welcome, along with the fact that this
is an American flagged Yacht."

"Well I can arrange for Sandpiper to travel both directions. You would
after all just be a transport carrying medical supplies and medical
personal to the epidemic areas."

"There is another thing you should know. Everyone on board the Sandpiper is
Gay." I said.

"I know and that is not a problem. I have already spoken to the doctors and
nurses and they all agree that is not the least bit of a worry for them. We
are authorized to cover your fuel and supplies, plus a sum of 40,000 Euros
to pay for the Charter."

"I'll discuss it with my crew. They all own part of Sandpiper."

"Thank you." He handed me his card.

After he left, I told Jake to recall everyone for a crew meeting.

The following day I gave the crew the particulars of the Charter. All were
enthusiastic. I told them all to check their immunization cards to make
sure they were all up to date including cholera. Gary and Jer both needed
to be vaccinated for cholera. I took them ashore while Jake called the
Doctor and told him it was a go. They said they would come aboard with the
supplies the next day.

Well I guess I was going down the West Coast of Africa after all.

TBC
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