Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 08:51:46 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M\V Jean Peterson. Part 5

Captain Scott Peterson
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Andrew was getting used to the jokes at his expense, but knew there was
nothing in it except just Brit humour and he soon realized the whole
thing on the stairs did in fact do Sir William a hell of a lot of good.
He had not laughed that much for a very long time. Still, he was a little
worried about Brenda's reaction. He need not have to though. He and Scott
were going down for breakfast the following morning when they past her.
"Good morning Scott, good morning Daddy!" She went on her way laughing
the whole length of the corridor.

At breakfast William told them he was getting on with arranging the
Norwegian's to come over, which really meant his PA would be doing it. He
told Scott he should take Andrew to London and show him the best Capitol
in the world.
"That will be great sir, i've heard London has electricity AND running
water now!"
"We do? Well now who would have thought it! You can leave him there
Scott. You can't be that desperate."
As they left Scott went to his father to hug him as was normal. They were
about to go when William called Andrew back. "Come here young man."
Andrew did as he was told and got a hug from William. "Thankyou Andrew,
thankyou so much. Have a lovely day boys."

They sat in the back of the Jaguar in silence, Thomas was driving them.
At last Andrew opened up.
"I don't think I have ever been made more welcome, ever and apart from
Brenda being in the wrong place at the wrong time, it would be even
better!" Scott smiled at him and squeezed his hand and Thomas laughed out
loud.
Thomas drove them all over London doing the tourist routes. Scott told
him as they passed Buckingham Palace thats where his father was Knighted
by the Queen and became Sir William. Andrew was so impressed.
"Will you go there when you get yours then?"
"NO! It's just handed down, but I wont take it anyway. I don't see the
point in inheriting your fathers title when you have done nothing to
deserve it."
"He has promised it to me Mister Scott." Thomas said and laughed.
"You deserve it Thomas after all the years you have worked for him. It
could not have been easy." No matter how many times he was told not to
call Scott, Mister, or William, Sir and of course Jean, Lady, he refused
and was the only person to get away with it.
"You have met Thomas's wife haven't you Andrew?"
"Have I?"
"Yes, it's Brenda!" Poor sod both Scott and Thomas bust themselves.
"Christ I hate you lot." More of the same.
"Don't worry Mister Andrew, Brenda has only told the whole village."
Andrew loved being called Mister!
 Scott got Thomas to drop them off near Compton Street in Soho and
arranged to phone an hour before they wanted to be met.
"Now my man, let me show you one of the gayest areas of London, welcome
to Soho. Keep hold of my hand someone may try to snatch you off of me."
Scott needed to have fun as well as wander around Soho and told Andrew
that they were now in competition and see how many guys they could stop
and chat to by just saying hello to them. One point for each guy or
guys who stops and one point off, for a refusal. Scott showed him how.
As the streets were packed with lots of guys there was a lot to approach.
A really handsome guy was walking towards them and Scott smiled and said
"hi, how are you?" The guy smiled back and walked on.
"Fuck!"
Andrew creased up!
"Now lets check the score. Oh! Minus one me thinks Mister Scott!"
Scott called him a rude name but to add insult to injury Andrew
scored two points straight away when he greeted two guys who stopped to
chat.
"I,m going to enjoy this, looser. By the way what's the prize?" Scott was
miffed and said.
"I get your ass if I win or you get my cock up it if I don't."
"Piss off. I will think of something. Something you wont like, I hope."

They shopped, went for a meal, had a couple of drinks and just enjoyed
being together. Andrew liked Soho a lot particularily as after an hour
and a half he was leading the compitition by 4 points to 2. Scott was
getting worried because he knew they only had an hour left as he had
booked tickets at the Prince Edward to see ABBA the musical stage play of
the group. Andrew did not know that and the bugger was well ahead. At
that very moment he scored two more points as the guys he smiled at
stopped and asked them if they would like to go back to their place for a
foursome! Try as he might Andrew refused to share the points! 6-2. I have
to cheat Scott thought.

It was nearly time to go to the theatre and they were strolling slowly
towards it in the hope of scoring more points, well Scott was. Andrew
already thought it was a no contest. Scott then spotted 5 guys walking
towards them and every one quite, to very good looking.
"Bet you can't."
"Fucking sure I can looser. It's obvious who the guys here think who is
the best stud. One of America's finest that's me." Oh you fucking prat
Scott thought to himself. As the group approached Scott made sure Andrew
would open his mouth by telling him he had no chance.
"They would for me Andrew, but it's your choice, go for it."
"Just watch the Master and learn."
Just as the lads were passing, Andrew said to them in his best made
up American gay accent.
"Hi guys hope your having a great day. I just LOOOOVE Soho and your
English police!" It was so cringe worthy Scott wished he could hide down
a drain somewhere.
"Fuck off you ponce, you want some of this?" The speaker raised a fist
and glared at Andrew. Scott grabbed him and got them both away. He was
creased up!
"I do think that's minus five points Mister Andrew? Now let me see. Yep I
do think 2-1 to me and my love the game is over. Time for the
show." Scott lead him into the theater.

They sat in the their box drinking wine and waiting for the show to
start.
"You knew that was going to happen didn't you?"
"Yep and thanks by the way."
"How did you know?"
"The West Ham football hats and scarves were a big clue sweetmeat. They
are a great bunch of guys, but not that particularly gay orientated."
"You bastard and you encouraged me to speak to them."
"All's fair in war my dear. Now, your prize or mine?"
"Yours I guess, still it saves me having to buy duck tape!"
"I love you so much Andrew. Fuck, I do love you." Andrew looked at Scott
and just smiled at the person who had changed his life. He took Scott's
hand and kissed it. There was no need to say anything at all.

"Hello you two. Had a good day?"
"Yes William, a very good day thank you. I just loooove Soho and your
English police!" William looked at Scott somewhat confused.
"Don't worry Dad, he is getting used to us. We have had a brilliant day.
I'm shattered and we must go to bed soon. How was your day?" I bet you
do, William thought.
"It's been a good day thanks. I have arranged meetings here for Monday.
There will be 10 coming for dinner and we will have a couple of days to
get everything sorted out. I am afraid you will have to put up with some
English stuffiness Andrew. It will be full dinner dress. Scott will sort
everything out. Jean always insisted we dress formally when we
entertained business people for dinner and I wont change that." William
got the whisky out and poured out three glasses. He had no idea that
Andrew had never drunk the stuff and Andrew was too polite to refuse.
After three of them, all doubles, Andrew was suffering a bit and Scott
had to take him to bed.
"Goodnight Dad, see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight boys, sleep well." Father and son looked at one another and
both knew that they were getting through all that had happened, but they
also knew they could not do it without each other and without saying so,
Andrew was helping both of them more than he could ever know. Andrew
waved to William and said, "sheep well."
Scott took him to their room, stripped him naked and put him to bed.
Andrew fell fast asleep. He climbed in behind him and wrapped his arms
around his body. He held on to him as his mind went back to the attack
and that dreadful time when his mother had been murdered by the very
people he now hoped to challenge with a ship that could take them on.

He had not been able to cry as he felt he had to stay strong and be there
for his father who was near to death. It had been weeks before his
father pulled through and then when William was able to comprehend the
enormity of it all, Scott had to go through the whole situation again as
though it had just happened the day his father woke up.
Scott had had support, but no one close enough to allow him to let go
and grieve for his mother. William could not be aware of what his son had
gone through at the time it was all happening. How could he?

But now he had Andrew who loved him and he was now holding onto. At long
last, he could let go, but in fact he had no choice.
It was as though flood gates opened with no chance of them being closed.
Scott, after almost a year of silent grief was not able to control his
emotions any longer. He didn't cry, he sobbed his heart out and as he
sobbed so his body reacted uncontrollably.
As soon as Scott began to sob, Andrew was instantly awake and he knew
exactly what it was all about. He turned and wrapped his strong arms
around Scott and held him tight. Scott was safe and knew he could let out
all that he needed to and for the next hour, with Andrew holding him, he
could at long last cry for the loss of his mother.
Scott finally fell asleep, not through tiredness, but exhaustion. He was
spent out and could not stay awake any longer. He had the support he
needed and it was as if a huge burden had been lifted and he could, at
last, get the lot out. He would know as soon as he woke up the next
morning it was because of Andrew he was at last able to bury all that had
happened that day.
For the first time since they had been together it was Scott who turned
round and was held by Andrew.

Scott opened his eyes, turned and looked straight into Andrew's.
"Say sorry and your dead." Andrew lent forward and gently kissed him.
"There is no need to talk unless you want to, but i'm guessing you did
all you needed last night."
"Thank you, thank you so much. It's all done now thanks to you. Do I look
a mess?" His eyes were stinging. Andrew was about to get things back to
normal.
"Actually I think you look slightly better than normal. A mess yes, but
for you it's an improvement!" Scott didn't have any fight in him so
instead he pulled them hard together and stayed like that until it was
time to get up.

As soon as they went into the kitchen William looked at his son and knew
instantly what had happened. He glanced at Andrew who smiled at William
and raised his thumb at him. All is well he was saying.
"Good morning you lazy sods. We have a lot to do and you two need to go
and get dress suits." William did not raise the subject of the Jean and
just talked about general stuff, like Cricket which he knew would
fastinate Andrew! It did back fire a bit as Andrew was quite interested.
"You are either being genueinly honest or incredibly polite Andrew, but I
must say if you are interested, you are the first American I have
ever met who is!"
"Take your pick sir, i'm not saying." They were all relaxed and soon
afterwards the boys got ready to go out.
"Not claiming your prize then?" Andrew asked.
"Wait until bed time my precious, wait until bed time." Scott did not
know Andrew had been awake most of the night.

After going and ordering suits they wandered around town window shopping.
"Fancy another competition Scott?"
"No chance I had to cheat to win yesterday and i'm running out of luck.
He's nice though." Scott got a dig in the ribs and the subject was
forgotten. As they passed a jewellers shop Andrew turned to Scott. "Fuck
off and get a coffee, i'm going in here. And without waiting for a reply
Andrew went into the shop.
"Yes Mister Andrew, sure Mister Andrew. Kiss your ass Mister Andrew?"
An elderly lady passing him gave him such a look.

Andrew had every cross laid out in front of him and found the one he
liked. A gold medium sized cross and chain. "I like this one. I will take
two, if you have them?" The assistant smiled at him. "As it happens we do
sir. They are our best, a wise choice if I may say so. That will be £150
thankyou sir." Andrew did a mental calculation and was happy he could
more than cover the cost. "Each sir."

After dinner they went into the garden and sat down with their drinks,
but Andrew was getting very tired and made his excuses saying he was
going to bed. Scott of course thought he was going to perpare himself
ready to give him his prize. He winked at Andrew as he left. William
cleared his throat.
"Scott I think you will find Andrew fast asleep when you go to bed son,
he looks shattered. I think he must have been awake for a long time last
night. By the look of you this morning it told me you had a bit of an
emotional time. I'm getting to know Andrew quite well now and if you had
a problem, he would have comforted you." Scott was suddenly ashamed of
himself. Why the hell did I not think of that. He cussed himself.
"Christ Dad I think you are right, trust me to only think of myself."
"Hey! Enough of that, but it maybe your turn to look after Andrew. Go up
and I will see you both tomorrow." After hugs Scott ran upstairs. His
father was spot on. He went to Andrew's side of the bed. He was
indeed fast asleep looking as beautiful as only Andrew could Scott
thought. Scott had a shower and climbed gently into bed behind Andrew
trying not to wake him. Even though Andrew was fast asleep he snuggled
back into Scott as soon as he got behind him and gave out a sigh as Scott
put his arms around him. As he cuddled Andrew his thoughts went back to
Iceland and the first time he had seen him in the hotel and two days
before they slept together.

He had looked over at a group of young people and at the same time this
really handsome guy looked at him. It became obvious that who ever he was
was thinking the same about Scott. They kept looking from time to time
and at last Scott sent a smile across the room. The smile was returned.
Scott excused himself and went over to the guy.
"Hello, i'm Scott."
"Hi, i'm Andrew, i'm American."
"Never mind, it's still nice to meet you!" And that was it and now they
were locked together, in mind and body.
 I don't need any prize. I have the biggest and best prize of all right
here in my arms.
Scott laid behind Andrew and hung onto him until finally, he too fell
asleep.

Monday evening came and Scott and Andrew had just got out of the shower.
They had picked the dinner suits up earlier and now stood in front of one
another just with pants on. Both were loving what they saw. Andrew
grinned at Scott and told him to sit on the bed. He went to his bedside
draw and took out a small box and handed it to Scott.
"I hope you like this." Scott opened it and saw the cross and loved what
was inside. It could have been anything, but because it had come from
Andrew made it even better. Andrew took it out and put it around Scott's
neck. He stood back and admired it.
"Looks great. Do you like it?"
"Honestly I do and thankyou so much. I will always have something of you
with me." Scott stood up and kissed Andrew.
"Ok, put this round me please." And he took the second box out. They
looked at one another.
"You don't think it's a bit over the top do you?" Andrew was having
doubt's.
"NO my sweetfuck, we look great."
"We have lots of time for you to get your prize Scott."
"Andrew I have the best prize of all, you, but i'm still going to fuck
you though!" It was some time before they stopped laughing!

Scott put Andrew on his back and laid on top of him and kissed him all
the way down his body. He raised up slightly and took Andrew's and then
his own pants off. They were both worked up and it was not long before
Andrew's legs were far apart with Scott's manhood pushing at Andrew's
back door. Just one thrust and he was inside him and in one slow and
gentle push both of them were joined together. Scott adjusted himself so
that he could wrap his arms around Andrew's neck and kiss him whilst he
withdrew his cock to the opening and then push back in again. Each time
Scott entered Andrew the nearer he got to the time when he would explode
into him and the nearer he got the harder he kissed Andrew and breathed
deeply through his nose. Finally he arrived and told Andrew he was coming
and with three more thrusts he let go and gave his love everything he
had. Andrew could feel each shot fire into him which almost made him off
load as well. After Scott had recovered enough, Andrew got behind him and
was soon delivering his entire length into Scott's tight tunnel. Andrew
had been so worked up during the time Scott was inside him, it did not
take him very long. As he got closer the faster he went and very soon was
calling out to Scott that he was on his way. Andrew's cock suddenly
swelled. "Scott i'm coming" and with that he delivered an huge load into
Scott via four massive shots.
The next few minutes were spent in recovery with arms and legs around
each other and of course kissing very tenderly. They held hands as they
went for yet another shower and finally got dressed and went to meet the
visitors. During the whole evening they would glance at each other and
grin loving the fact that both had something of the other inside him.

William looked up as he saw the boys come down the stairs together. "Oh
God Jean if only you could see these two."  He wheeled himself over to
them and greeted his son and Andrew. "Very smart boys." And smiled with
pride. Sir William didn't look so bad himself respendant in his Senior
Captain's uniform with the sash of the Knight of the Garter, the enblem
on his left breast and two more medals on his chest. Andrew thought he
looked magnificent.
The visitors arrived together and the whole hall was a buzz with
conversation and introductions. Thomas and Brenda were greeting everyone
and handing out drinks. Scott looked across at Andrew and saw him in
conversation with a US Naval Commander in full dress uniform. Scott
smiled to himself as Andrew appeared to be so relaxed and enjoying all
that was going on.
Thomas announced dinner and they all went into the dinning room. As they
went in William spoke to Scott. "Take my seat Scott, i'm sitting in
Mum's." They all sat down and Scott was pleased to find that Andrew was
sitting at his right side. It was William's doing. He looked down the
length of the table and smiled a thankyou to his father. A huge one came
back.
It was a very long dinner as the whole group were engaged in disgussing
the progress and converstion of the ship. They went into a lot of detail
about the strengthening of the hull and superstructure as well as
the cost, it was huge. William waved that aside. "As Scott has already
said he wants to make the ship as strong as a safety cell and I won't
have any less. The crews safety and well being will be our paramount
priority. Lets move on." They did and every aspect of the convertion was
discussed and got William's approval.
"What do you think of all this Adam?" Adam was the US Commander.
"On the whole I think it's a great idea if for no other reason it will
provide direct protection for your ships William. You have the means and
good luck to you although I do think that if you put armed security on
board your ships it would be a lot cheaper. Personally I would arm her if
it could be done and hope to blast them all out of the water, just my
opinion of course and not US policy! The tide has begun to turn because
of the international naval involvement, but I guess this is going to go
on until some stability can be sought by those countries involved in
piracy."

"There are currently 11 ships and over 144 crew being held ransom and if
we can stop my fathers ships adding to that number all well and good, but
not only that the Jean Peterson will be able to go to the assistance to
any ship and crew who maybe in trouble where ever we sail. Ok, we cannot
have weapons, but we are going to have tear gas and stun grenades and
with those we can attack THEM before they get into range with their
weapons." Scott said.

 "I know it's bloody stupid, but did you know that there is a risk that
if a pirate was shot and injured or killed, even in self defence, there
could be a claim against you? It could be very difficult to prove in
court it was self defence." Mike, one of the legal guys said.
"Bloody world has gone PC mad." William was not happy.

"Look, I am convinced with all the measures we will have in place,
boarding us will be very difficult and if anyone did manage it the water
cannons will blast the buggers back off. Not only that it will take them
a very long time to break in, if indeed they could. No i'm happy that we
will be safe enough. My main defence will be the radio contolled
helicopter. Not only will I be able to positivly indentify them and track
them to see what their intentions are, but if I use tear gas and stun
grenades I can defend the ship and not injure one pirate, it may give
them a headache and sour eyes, but who cares."
 "You can carry shot guns Scott and I don't mean 12 bore either. You
could have single barrel semi automatic guns to be used as a crew
activity provided you have a clay pigeon trap. You find two that you want
and I will get the required paper work." Scott would look into that
tomorrow.

They carried on talking for an other hour and at the end of it just about
every thing had been agree and the legal people would get back about the
use of tear gas and stun grenades and confirm one way or the other. Mike
told them that Tasers and Pepper spray would be allowed.
"Oh good, that will scare the shit out of them Mike!" They all laughed at
that.
"Anything eles Scott?" His father asked.
"Yes, two things. First, dispite the weapons issue what we do have is
surprise. They wont know what the ship is capable of, all they will see
is a trawler and not know that she will be able to defend herself in the
way she will be equipt. They can shoot at us all day and it will make
little difference, even hit us with RPG's. They will also not know that
she will be capable of 20+ knots and will be extreamly manoverable.
Nothing is for certain, but we will be as secure as it's possible to be.
Dad, Andrew and I have discussed every angle, even having life rafts on
board to throw to them if their boats are sunk by us flooding them. We
know that covers our obligation to international maritine law. We will
also be able to bring on board any one who for some reason is injured and
treat them. Our whole aim is to defend my fathers and other ships and
I am convinced we can." Andrew was looking at Scott as if to ask, "when
the fuck did I have a conversation about any of this?" He smiled at Scott
as if to thank him for involving him in the proceedings. "And secondly,
we will have Andrew on board and he scares the shit out of me, so they
have no chance!" The guests politely laughed their heads off and Scott
was done. William smiled broadly at his son and not for the first time
was completely sure of what he was about to announce.

"Right, anyone eles before we wrap this up?" Andrew opened his mouth and
before he said anything the whole group was looking at him. Scott touched
his foot with his to encourage him.
"Yes Andrew." William invited.
"Well sir this is not exactly my idea because I read about something like
this on line. Is it practical to consider that if the weapons issue was
resolved and the Jean Peterson could be armed, would it not be a thought
to have them put on board a Royal Naval ship and transfered them to
us when we got on station. That would mean the Jane Peterson would be
unarmed whilst sailing through territorial waters. We would then hand
them back when we have completed a tour?"
"Bloody good idea Andrew The problem of litigation remains, but something
to think about." Mike said.
They then agreed to meet again tomorrw morning at 10.
"And that gentelmen completes this meeting, we all know the next steps,
lets just do it, but there is one more thing." Everyone was looking at
William. He cleared his throat and smiled down the table at Scott.

"This meeting finishes my direct involvement in the conversion of the
Jean Peterson, from now on all communication will be done through Scott
who will become her Captain, but not on completion of her, I mean as of
this moment." Scott looked at his father wide eyed. William carried on
still looking at his son. "I have a letter in my hand written by my most
senior and respected Captains, Bob Taylor who was Captain during the
attack on his ship when I lost my wife and Scott his mother. You could
hear a pin drop. He read out the letter detailing to William exactly what
went on during the attack and Scott's actions as soon as he realised they
were in trouble. It went on at some length and the longer it did the more
uncomfortabe Scott became. It was highly complimentry. Scott felt
Andrew's foot against his. Scott looked at him and both smiled at one
another. Andrew, was ahead of Scott, he guessed  what was coming. Bob
Taylor finished his letter by saying, "Sir William, Mr Peterson acted on
that day as you would expect all your Captains to act. During the voyage
from England to Cyprus Mr Peterson proved and gained his Navagators
qualification.  But on the second leg of that voyage he, in my opinion
proved himself as a Captian and I recommend him for promotion. I Sir,
with respect ask you to consider that recommendation. Senior Captain
Robert Taylor.
The room was quiet. William put the letter down and looked once again at
Scott. Everyone could see the pride in his eyes.
"Welcome aboard Junior Captain Perterson and congratulations!" Scott,
stood and went to his father, they hugged and shook hands. William
whispered to Scott, "go to your room son, there is something waiting for
you."

Scott opened his bedroom door and saw the uniform spread out on the bed.
He went to it and looked at the dark blue uniform and the three full
width gold rings and one half width signifiying Junior Captain. On the
sleeves was the insignia of the company logo above the rings, two gold
crossed anchors. Beside that was his hat with the gold braid around the
peak.  There were three grades of Captain in his fathers company, Junior
Captain, Captain and Senior Captain. William and Bob Taylor were the only
Senior Captains. Regardless of grade though, they were all addressed as
Captain.
He got dressed, it was a perfect fit and went back down to the dining
room, his hat tucked under his left arm. Brenda and Thomas were waiting
by the door. Thomas, full of pride came to him and shook his hand. "Well
done Captain Scott, congratulations." Brenda gave him a huge hug, "Oh my
word you look handsome. Well done Scott, we are so very proud of
you. Don't you look the Daddy!" That relaxed Scott no end.
"Ready Captain Peterson?"
"Ready Thomas." Thomas knocked loudly on the door and opened it.
"Gentlemen, may I present Captain Scott Peterson!"

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