Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 00:04:18 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Jean Peterson. Part 21

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New crew plus Ugly.
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Marine Colin Masters stood to attention in front of his Commanding
Officer with his brain in turmoil. He had no idea why he was there unless
someone had seen him come out of the gay sauna.
Two days back he had been so fucking horny he broke his own rule and
went into Portsmouth instead of traveling to Southampton where he normaly
went. The Portsmouth one was too close.
Every body knew he was gay, but things had changed so much in the British
military and so long as he did not try or get involved at "home" he was
fine. Ok he had the piss taken out of him shit loads, but as everyone
thought of him not only as a great guy, but one of the best Marines in
the unit they mostly ignored it. Not only that if the piss taking got TOO
personal they knew he was quite able to look after things. No, Colin was
ok with them, but he knew his CO would not be that pleased if he had been
seen at the sauna.
Not for the first time he cussed himself, this could do a lot of damage
to his ambition to move on to better things in his career. "COLIN YOU
FUCKING PRICK!"

"Stand at ease Masters." He snapped his left leg away from his right and
at the same time shot his hands behind his back, but remained upright and
ram rod straight.
After the first few sentences that came out of Major Smart's mouth, Colin
relaxed. This was not about his sauna trip! He hung onto his CO's
instructions without an expression on his face, but was not best pleased
at the start anyway, but by the time Smart had finished he had warmed to
his posting on the Jean. Mmmm gay ship, not bad, I hope!

Major went into detail about this six months sailing and by the time he
had finished he was exactly sure of his role and who would be his new
commander.
"I have met and read about the Captain and the crew and they are a first
class outfit and I expect you to be up to their standards Masters,
understood?" Colin risked his reply.
"You know I will, sir." Patrick smiled to himself, he liked Colin, but
then he liked all Marines. They were a first class bunch of men and he
was proud to lead them, even if he was about to send a gay Marine on a
civilian ship with an all gay crew! "Fuck I hope the press don't get hold
of this!"
"You are supposed to say "sir" not give me a fucking lecture!"
"SIR!"
"Right you are on leave for a week. Report to the Jean Peterson on the
23rd. On the 24th your weapon and full equipment will be delivered. Any
questions?"
"No sir."
"Dismiss and have a good time! Why the FUCK did I say that!?"
"SIR!" Colin came to attention, saluted and about turned and went towards
the door.

"And if I hear you go any were near that fucking sauna again I will kick
your bollocks so hard you will be wearing them as ear rings!" Colin was
NOT expected to reply. He closed the door shaking like a leaf!

On the first night of any leave he would always spend it at home with
his parents, his younger brother and the best two
unprotected mistakes mum and dad had ever made, his 10 year old twin
sisters!
They had dinner and now sat in the living room watching tv. Colin had one
sister on each leg and that's were they would stay until it was bedtime.
After their mum had bathed them Colin would go up to the girls room and
read to them, or tell them made up stories about his life in the Marines,
all of which told them nothing about his time in another country fighting
a ridiculous war.
You could search the whole of England and would never find more love in
another family. Colin was the happiest son and brother and all of them so
proud of him.

BUT! Needs must and on the third afternoon he had to get his rocks off
and at 2pm arrived at the sauna rear to Waterloo station, his favorite.
He was recognised by the guy at reception. "Hi Colin! Not seen you for
sometime, still fucking the Marines?"
"Hi Todd, no never have, but would not mind a few though! When are you
off?"
"In an hour, want to wait for me?"
"Yep, but you might have to find me first." He and Todd had met in there
sometime back and the sex was fine.
At that time of day there were not that many guys in so Colin just went
to the coffee bar and waited for Todd. He sat sipping his coffee and
reading a gay magazine when a guy came over and asked if he could join
him.
Colin looked up and saw the most fat ugly man ever and said, "Sorry no
i'm waiting for a friend."
"Pity, you are a lovely looking guy." Ugly went away and Colin wrinkled
his nose up with the stale smell of cigars.

Todd came over to him and kissed him.
"Come on georgous it's been a long time!" They got to a cabin and both
dropped their towels and got straight down on the mattress and began the
act of sex, Colin on top and Todd doing what he was good at, being
bottom.
They did look good together, Todd 20 and 5ft 7 and slim and Colin 23
and 5ft 10 and well built. He did not have a muscular body, but what he
did have was a fit one and all down to the fact he trained so hard,
played football a lot and badminton nearly every day that he could. It
all made him into a very pleasing looking guy, but not someone you would
think of as Mr Gay UK. When guys first met Colin they could mistake him
for being quite a tough and hard guy and much of that down to his shaved
head and a face that could be quite hard looking until he smiled and that
was indeed beautiful.

Colin kissed the whole of Todd's body and after giving him a rim, fucked
Todd until Colin filled his condom and Todd wanked to completion.
Colin had never made love to anyone or had love made to him. All rather
mechanical to be honest. Still, it gave them what they both needed and
after a shower they went for a coffee. They chatted and during it Colin
saw the ugly guy again who looked at Colin and smiled over to him.

He and Todd had one more session and then got dressed and went to the
Wellington pub where they had four pints each. Once again they were in
deep conversation and Colin was not aware that he was being watched and
then afterwards followed to his home.

As always the night before he was due to return to duty his mum, Sarah
prepared a special meal. It was Mike's, his younger brothers
19th birthday the next day but they thought it a good idea to bring it
forward a day as Colin was home. The twins, Trisha and Tania took up
their usual seating, one on each of big brothers lap during and after the
meal.
His dad, Stanley came home from his bus driving and they just had a
pleasant time as a whole family. As it was Colin's last evening the girls
where allowed to stay up an extra hour and after mum had bathed them
Colin did his usual story telling, but it did not last long as the girls
fell asleep within 5 minutes. He tucked them in and kissed the top of
their heads and went back down stairs. He told the others a little of
what he was going to do for a while, but the effort of sex, beers and a
few more of them at home, Colin was ready for bed himself.

After the usual difficult goodbyes to his family, his dad dropped him off
at Waterloo to get his train down to Southampton. He settled into his
seat for the two hour trip and was surprised when someone sat beside him
and spoke his name. It was ugly man.
"Don't say anything Colin and just listen and don't get tough you have a
9mil pointing at you." He moved to the seat opposite Colin and showed him
the 9mm hand gun and then tucked it away. "You my lad are going to take
the Jean Peterson when you get off the Somalian coast and this is how you
are going to do it and if you don't your family who all live at 10 Miners
Road will suffer big time. Mum, Sarah. Dad, Stanley. Brother Mike,
19 today. And of course those beautiful twins Trisha and Tania, ALL will
suffer, understand? I have four colleagues ready to go into action if you
try anything and they will if I don't contact them every 10 minutes
during this trip to Southampton." Colin froze and listened. Christ what's
happening?

Dr James Cartwright knew he had Colin's attention and had been waiting
for years for an opportunity to come up that would make him a rich man.
Now knowing about the Jean Peterson and the information he had on
hundreds of military, all he had to do was watch and wait for an
opertunity to come his way and as soon as he had been made aware of the
plans to have a Marine attached to the Jean he knew he could act and plan
the ships take over. Colin was his man and it did not take him long to
find out all he needed to about him and his family and that would force
Colin to carry out his wishes.

"I have deactivated your phone, try and ring your mother." Colin took his
phone out. The shit was right, the phone was dead.

"Right now listen, in this bag is a tracker that you will fix to the
ship. When the signal is picked up we will know you are cooperating which
is a good thing for your family, so it's in your interest to get it up
and running within two days of leaving Southampton. There is also a Glock
9mm and two magazine clips. You will be contacted and told each step as
we go. You will contact us every time you are on watch when you get off
the coast of Somalia. When we are going to board you will sabotage the
Hawk radar so we cannot be detected. Once we are on board we will take
over, your job is done and your family safe so long as you still
cooperate. However, if there is a problem and there is resistance to us
boarding, you will kill the captain's fuck called Andrew and if that does
not work, the two youngest, Marcell and Jon. After that, take your pick,
BUT NOT PETERSON. If he dies so do you and your family, every fucking one
of them." Colin was now in turmoil. He was shit scared, christ this twat
is serious! Cartwright had not finished.

"Eventually you will work out that you can get in touch with you family
by using another phone of course and warning them and then all you have
to do is warn the crew. Well dear Marine Masters just think about this, I
have disconnected your phone and it's as easy to tap your land line which
is already done and I will know if you try the families mobiles." (cells)
He then read out a series of numbers which told Colin he had
been stitched up like a kipper. "Well you can try to phone if you want to
I guess, but by the time we pull into Southampton it will be the end of
the girls school day and thats when my colleuges will take them and hold
them until we have the Jean. They will be perfectly fine so long as you
don't fuck up. You would not want the death of your sisters on your
conscious for the rest of your life, now would you? Also in the bag is a
mobile phone which will only connect with me. Just press key 9 and we can
chat, isn't that nice? Have it with you at all times and if I don't hear
from you twice daily, well, I really do not need say do I? Now, look out
of the window." Colin did and when he looked back Cartwright had gone. He
picked up the bag and opened it. Fuck the bastard is serious. He took the
towel off and stared at the Glock, magazines, phone and charger and the
tracker. "Oh fuck for Christ sake. Think Colin, THINK!"

Dispite his brain being in tatters Colin was pleased at the welcome and
he was not the first to realise very quickly that these were a bunch of
really nice people and all of the guys dead drop georgous! Well, actually
he did not say "georgeous," I mean can you imagine a Marine saying that?
No, more like "VERY fuckable!" It soon became clear that only he and the
new Doc were single and although a nice, really nice looking guy, he
became preoccupied with his worries again and found sanctury in his
cabin. He unpacked and hid the shit that Ugly had given him, but made
sure the Glock did not have a magazine loaded. He looked at the tracker.
"Were the hell do I put that?"

Scott had already been through all the news and changes the day before
and it was now a matter of getting the ship ready to sail in two days
time.
It had been great meeting up again and most of the talk was about the
wedding of course and Scott and Andrew talking most about the honeymoon.
Scott could not help himself and knocked on Marcell's and Jon's cabin.
They loved to see it was him.
"So, everything go well in Reykjavik?" He felt a prat as soon as he said
it. None of your business Scott my boy. For fucks sake stop worrying
about them, they are adults after all.
"Fine skip, it rained most of the time, but it was ok."
"Fuck i'm sorry, should not have asked it's just....................."
There was other knock on the door. It was Andrew and both boys laughed
their heads off. Scott and Andrew left feeling a bit silly really.
"Ah well Scott, it's better to care than not care surely? Even if you did
fuck up!" He ran to the cabin and got beaten up again.

That night Colin did not sleep and just paced around his cabin, he was
feeling worse because he was new, did not know a sole and what could he
say anyway? That shit had covered every thing, but I CAN'T go through
with this. Oh God help. He remembered another threat he was given and
pushed number 9 key on the phone.
"Ah good lad I was wondering if you had remembered me, I was getting a
bit lonely. Family still safe so get some sleep dear boy and I will have
a wank thinking of you." Colin nearly threw up.

Colin's kit arrived and he and Paul took it down below to unpack it.
Colin did not know Paul's history, but knew straight away there was a
military connection. He made up his mind to latch on to him, he may very
well need him some time.

They fixed the new cameras to the Bells and Andrew could not wait to try
them out. He boasted at lunch.
"Ok Limey bitches, only ONE helicopter each? I have TWO, eat your cocks
boys, eat.... your.... cocks!" Marcell and Jon tried to beat him up, but
were loosing, until Janet went over and sat on him!
"I give in Jan! Oh please get off, your crushing my nuts!" Jan got off of
Andrew's postrate body and kissed his cheek. He pulled his shorts forward
to check his bits. "Yank, don't mess with this half ton beauty, ok?"
Colin would have enjoyed all this, but was somewhere eles.

Louis was also settling in and like all those before him felt welcome and
liked all the crew. Paula took him to the sick bay and he was really
impressed. They talked medical matters and knew they would work well
together. Paula missed Reg no end, but Louis seemed nice and as he had
worked with Reg for years knew he would be good. She did like the way he
looked even for a lesiban! He was about 5ft 11 quite slim and looked in
reasonable shape, still if he wasn't Gerry would soon sort him out! His
shyness was very obvious and that actually made him more attractive to
her. She wondered about him and Colin! There we go our first match maker!

"What do you think about the new guys Jon?"
"Seem ok, why do you fancy one of them?" He got a slap followed by a
kiss.
"It's just a new person can make a difference to all of us if you think
about it. Just hope they fit in. Come on lets have a shower before
dinner." Jon knew there was an hour before that and Marcell didn't just
have a shower on his mind. They did the usual and got wet, turned the
shower off and then soaped one another. After a lot of that Marcell
turned the water back on and hurried to dry off and get Jon in the bunk.

Jon's cute bum was raised so Marcell could get his tongue deep inside
him. Both of them loved it and Jon even more when Marcell went between
his legs and took his balls and played. After a while he took Jon's
hardness and stroked the rod. Jon got to the point when he needed Marcell
inside him and got on his back with his long slim legs apart waiting for
his lover. That lover took his cock to Jon and slipped inside him and
both of them sighed as Marcell took his cock inside Jon until it could go
no further. After some time they changed positions so Marcell was now
behind Jon standing on the floor. He was humping Jon at full power as he
did both of them got even more worked up. Marcell stopped and once again
they changed. This time Jon got on the floor and onto his shoulders with
his feet hooked into slings hooked under the edge of the top bunk.
Marcell got right over him and drove his cock once more into Jon. As he
stroked inside Jon, Jon was stroking himself with his cock directly over
his face. On and on they went knowing this would be their last position
as they were both getting close and after a few more thrusts Marcell off
loaded into the beautiful Jon. Seconds later Jon shot and most of his cum
went into his mouth, the first shot landing on his face. Marcell withdrew
and bent over Jon and licked him clean.

They climbed onto the bunk and cuddled up and kissed deeply. They stayed
like that for a while and then Marcell laid on his back and Jon on
Marcell's shoulder.
"It was nice skip coming to see us wasn't it Jon. He does worry about us
don't you think?" Jon lifted his head and kissed Marcell.
"He is lovely and seems to want to make sure we are ok. Andrew is the
same. They are just lovely guys. I wonder if they would be upset if they
knew we had that threesome and then the four of us. Wonder if they would
be disappointed?"
"Well they will never know, not that we have anything to hide and I know
skip and Andrew would be fine about it, just so long as we are ok. I'm
sure thats all they worry about."
They were quiet for a while most probably thinking of the times in
Reykjavik and Marcell suddenly laughed.
"What?" Asked Jon.
"I bet they would have a fit if they knew we would love a foursome with
them!" They both smiled at the thought. They loved one another so very
much, but loved Andrew and Scott to the extent they would love to be with
them in bed! Marcell remembered he nearly blurted out to Scott about his
feelings. Jon knew of them because he too had those feelings towards both
men.
"Would it be possible Marcell do you think?"
"Nothing is impossible, but my guess is that's about the nearest to it as
you could get."
"Mmmm guess your right............ Pity."

As seemed the norm for Scott now, once the ship was ready he could not
wait to leave and it was no surprise to all of them that he suddely got
up and told Neil to start the engines.
"Ok I was going to wait one more night, but I want to be away from here."
Nobody had a problem, it would mean an even slower trip to South Africa
as they were due to meet the O9 in two weeks and they would be well on
time.

Colin was in his cabin in panic and it got worse when he felt the engines
start up, he had all but jumped ship he was so desperate and was even on
his way to the deck. He was sure he would not go, but he was desperate.
"Fuck it I have to say something and Scott is the only one after all he
IS the captain. At the moment I wish it was Paul."

Scott got the Jean into their channel with Andrew at the helm. It was a
good clear day and no navigational problems. Scott relaxed into this now
familiar sailing and as he did so  became aware of Colin staring out of
the aft windows looking out back from where they had sailed from. He
could only see his back of course, but he could not help see how agitated
he was. Scott stood for a long time and glanced over to Janet who was
also watching Colin. They looked at one another and raised shoulders as
if to say, "whats wrong?" They of course thought it could be sea sickness
or just anxious about going to sea, it happens. But as they watched the
more agitated Colin became and it was not long before all of them were
looking at him. Scott approached him.
"Is there a problem Colin?" The lad almost jumped out of his skin! He
turned to Scott with the tears pouring out of him.

"YES! It's my family some cunt is going to kill them!"

"WHAT........? Paul take Colin below please."
"Skip."
"Come on mate lets go." Colin's shoulders were slumped down and he looked
dreadful. He went off the bridge with Paul.
No one said a word, but all were worried, they had only been at sea 20
minutes and the first problem comes up!

After a few minutes Paul rang the bridge. Scott answered.
"Skip you had better come down here there is a big problem."
"Do we need to turn back?" All those on the bridge stared at Scott.
"Honestly I don't know skip. You will have to listen to Colin first I
think."
"Andrew you have the ship. I'm going to Colin's cabin." If this had been
any other time Andrew would have cheered for joy in that he had control
of the ship, (He had rehursed so many times in his mind  what he would
order if Scott had told him he had the ship, like "MAN THE GUNS! YOU BOY
GET BELOW AND GIVE ME A BLOW JOB! GET ME MORE RUM YOU SCRUFFY BRIT! AVAST
YOU LAND LUBBER TIS CAP'N ANDREW BRING YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND YOUR
BROTHERS! But then he guessed Jan would come over to him and ram his head
between her tits! MMM, MAYBE NOT THEN!) but there was obviously a big
problem so instead he just acknowledged Scott.
"Skip."

Scott ran down to the cabin and without knocking he went in. Paul was
sitting next to Colin on the bunk. Colin had his head in his hands.
"Look in that drawer skip, please." Scott went to it and the first thing
he saw was the Glock. Next to it were two magazines and what he guessed
was a tracker, it was similar to the one they had attached to the ship in
Mumbai.
"Do you know what all this is about Paul?" Paul told him all that Colin
had spoken to him about and as he spoke Scott became very angry, but at
the same time could not believe the pressure Colin was under. Scott
thought hard and kept thinking.

"Ok, Colin can you talk?"
"Yes skip, i'm just glad it's all out. What can I do? I want to go back
home and try and sort this out."
"Hang on mate. There are three heads here, one of us will come up with
something surely? Is this a tracker?"
"Yes i'm supposed to put it out on deck within two days. And I have to
call him soon, he said I had to talk twice a day. I rang him this
morning."
"What did he say? Any instructions?"
"No, he just reminded me to put the tracker out." Scott's brain was doing
overtime.
"Look Colin there are a lot of good brains on board I want to ask Jan to
come down ok? All the crew will need to know anyway."
"Thats fine skip. Fuck I wish I came out with it as soon as I got here. I
feel much better now you know." Scott rang the bridge. Jan arrived
looking very concerned and did the right thing of course and sat next to
Colin and put her arm around him. Scott told her about the situation.
"Look lets assume this shit is actually telling it as it is and lets also
assume he has been looking at us, after all he could have followed Colin
to the harbour to make sure he did not leave the Jean. That means we
can't go back." He had a thought and called the bridge.

"Bridge."
"Check all round us and look out for any craft that maybe following us or
abeam of us, anyone that may look as though they want to keep an eye on
us ok? If there is let me know."
The crew on the bridge were guessing their minds out by now!

"Skip, obviously we are taking all this as fact, but it could also be a
load of bull shit. Is there anyway of checking that Colin's family are
safe, like call the police?"
"Yes Jan, but what if he is NOT bull shitting and the police turn up.
This shit is mad and mad men do mad things."

"Colin will you allow me to contact my dad, he has contacts all over the
place and I know he knows people in security? I'm sure he could find
someone to go out straight away and check your family. Look, if your
sisters have been kidnapped it could be all over the media by now and we
need to turn the news on and see ourselves. IF it's not it maybe as Jan
thinks, it could all be bull shit." Colin was looking intently at Scott.
"Yes please skip."
"Paul take this lot and hold it in your cabin and then take over from
Andrew, i'm not sure we are still on course." Even Colin managed a smile.

"Dad, hi look we have a problem so just listen while I tell you ok?" They
were on video link. Scott told all and as he did he could see his fathers
face turn to thunder. Scott finished.
"The fucking bastard! Ok leave it with me I know exactly who to call. I
will be back as soon as I can, but, Colin something will happen within
the hour I can promise you that."
"Oh thanks sir, oh fuck, thankyou all." He broke down again and Scott
hung on to him.
Scott checked the news on the computer and there was no mention of a
kidnap, but still they are not always put out to the public. Colin of
course knew that without needing to be told. An hour went by and still
nothing from William. Scott broke a big rule and poured out two stiff
whiskeys.
"Thanks skip. I'm so sorry, i'm.........."
"Shush. Nothing to be sorry about." Just to do something Scott called the
bridge.
"What speed are we?"
"8 knots skip."
"Go to 6 Paul please." It was not much, but Colin would feel that he was
prepared to go slow in case they needed to turn round.

At last William called.
"Yes dad?"
"Ok, I have two men going to Colin's home as we speak. I'm sorry it's
taken longer than I hoped, but they are in constant contact with me and
we should have news very soon. They are going to knock on your door
Colin with some excuse to be there. If there is a problem it will show up
i'm sure. Now, I need to ask you if we should alert your patents and get
them out of there just in case. I think we should, this guy is dangerous
even if he does not have your sisters. He knows where you live and thats
a worry." They had no choice and Colin said he thought they should go to
his Uncle in Manchester, but he thought the police should be involved. "I
just want to know they are safe and to try to talk to them." Scott was
thinking hard.
"Dad I am going back, can you send Thomas to come down and meet us?"
"Good idea son. He will be there to meet you." He called the bridge and
told Paul to go back. "Call them and say we have engine problems and ask
for a quiet berth."
"You ok to go to the bridge Colin? The crew need to know although Paul
must have said something."
"Thats fine skip. Thanks for every thing." Without even thinking about it
Colin hugged Scott. He could never do that anywere else!

Scott had taken his laptop with him to the bridge and they all waited for
William's call.  At long last he did.
"They are SAFE Colin! Look, ring this number and talk to your parents,
it's one of the security guys phones and it will be safe, but Colin ask
them to come to my home and if they agree the security guys will bring
them. I will stay on here and talk later."

It was all rush and it was also going to be a late night.
Thomas was there to meet them and took him just 40 minutes to get to
William's home. Colin's family were there and a lot of cuddling went on.
At long last they got into the lounge and Colin told his story over
again. All except the twins were there, Brenda had taken them off to
spoil them.
At long last he finished and William said they should now involve the
police, it would be wrong not to. The local police arrived and an hour
later the London lot. They had to go through it again and again, but
finally everyone was up to date.

"Thoughts anyone?" William asked. Scott got in first, now that Colin's
family were safe he wanted to get back to sea.
"Right this is what I think. This guy found out all about Colin's family
to blackmail him into working for him and it's my guess he is now out of
the country to on his way to Mogadishu to meet with pirates. I also think
he could be with someone who is in all this, i'm thinking Somalian. Colin
has tried to talk to him several times now and cant get through and my
guess is because he is flying to South Africa then on to Somalia. He will
be seen on cctv on the train and I bet you see him at Heathrow as well. I
also think we should go along with it because the family are safe and
he wont know that. I'm now convinced there is no one eles and he is
relying on Colin thinking his family is being held hostage. I think we
should get out as soon as possible and play him at his game. We will be
able to let him board and take the lot of them. If we just find him he
will denigh everything and could get away with it, but if we take him
coming on board he gets life, I hope.

They talked all that through and thought it was good to go along with
what Scott wanted. The police would find out if he left the country and
where he was going and let everyone know. William was his usual brilliant
self and told the Masters they could stay as long as they wished. If
Cartwright did have people working for him they would come out of the
sewar soon enough, but it was generally thought that nothing would
happen, besides, when they felt they could go back they would have
protection.
They waited more hoping that cctv would pick him up at Heathrow, but that
seemed too long to Scott and he wanted to get to sea and turn that
tracker on.
"I'm sure we can get that bastard, but we can only do it at sea." After a
lot more hugs and thankyou's all round Scott rang Paul to get started.
"We leave as soon as we get there." After yet more hugs they were on
there way. Colin was a different guy and could not be happier.
"Christ maybe I can be of some use now!" The smile of relief was there to
see and what a lovely smile he had.

Three hours later they were sailing west in the English Channel a much
more settled ship. Understandably Colin was quiet different and just went
to everyone thanking them and telling him how releived he was. Although
it had been terribly difficult for him, it actually helped them all in
getting to know one another very quickly. He stopped off at the sick bay.
Louis was there by himself. They chatted about their lives and how they
came to do what they were doing. As the time went by it was obvious both
enjoyed the company of the other, but both were aware that they were the
only singles on board. It could be too easy to think about anything eles
beyond being just crew members, so they didn't. Course not.

Scott had the tracker set up on the fly bridge the switch was thrown and
they assumed it was working.

Colin familiarised himself with his GPMG (General Perpose Machine
Gun) and asked Scott if he could start firing practise to zero the
sights. Colin had fired this type of weapon for as long as he had been in
the service and was an extremly good marksman. All he had to do was
configure the weapon to himself and he would be ready to go. He and Paul
worked together and they became a very good team. Paul also told Colin
about himself and his involvment in the SBS. "Bloody hell Paul why
the fuck do they need me here!"

Andrew began flying at poor Jan in the RIB and pronounced himself a
flying ace! It was then that Scott asked if the Bells could have grenade
release gear fitted. "We might as well. It could come in handy if we can
really get Andrew to become as ace as he says he is." Neil and Andrew
started work on both the Bells.
Scott went back into training and he and Paul started boarding practise
on the Jean. Colin watched all the time and was impressed with the two.
He would get himself involved, of that he was sure.

In all this time Colin would call Ugly and act his heart out being beside
himself with worry about his family. Ugly said very little. "Just keep
calling my dear then I will know you are still with me and your family
will stay unharmed. Oh by the way nothing on the news! Your parents took
the threat seriously i'm pleased to say." Scott was with Colin every time
he called. Ugly had been seen getting on a flight to Johannesburg with a
Somalian and from there to Mogadishu. Once there they lost them, but at
least they knew that there would be an attempt to get the Jean most
probably when they were escorting the O9. Ugly and co would have a good
idea where the Jean would be rather than rely totally on following the
tracker.

Gerry and George were on watch. As part of their training both Louis and
Colin were on the bridge. Gerry picked up the mike with an evil grin on
his face.
"Ladies, and I use the word loosely and gentelmen, and I use that word
even more loosely. You know who this is and you know your time has come
and you will also know I can't wait to get my hands on all of you! Now
that Paul has learnt to write and issued the watch routine I have
produced a list of gym times for all of you, from George down to the
captain. The list is on the board in the saloon. Louis and Colin you have
not been left out, but as I am a kind sole you are the last on the list,
but if you want you can use the gym any time to get fit, so I can get you
fit? Help yourselves. Work that out if you can. You may now all go back
to what ever you were doing prior to my broadcast. I have spare condoms
should anyone wish to buy any!"

Colin and Louis wondered what the hell they had got themselve's into, but
were more than happy that they had.

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