Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2013 23:44:29 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Jean Peterson. Part 9

Jon Frederiksson.
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Jon and all the Akubur's crew were on the bridge. The captain had ordered
the nets in and were making their way towards the last known position of
their sister ship, the Magnusson, at full speed. They were at least 4
hours from it and although there was another trawler also sailing at full
speed, they knew it was as far as they were and there was little chance
either of them would get there in time to rescue any of their friends and
in the case of the captain, his brother, the captain of the stricken
trawler. Still they had heard of the Jean Peterson which was much closer
and would soon be in the area. All of them were praying as never before.

Jon was the youngest member of the crew at 18 and had spent many years at
sea, but just two as a bonifide trawlermen since he left school. He
already knew what loss was as this was the third time in his young life
that this had happened to two trawlers from Iceland. Out of the total
of 16 crew from both trawlers, 7 had lost their lives.

Jon went below and carried on working on the latest haul sorting out the
fish and putting it into ice containers ready to be unloaded when they
got back to Akureyri. He did not want to do it, but it took his mind off
the situation. As he worked he thought about himself and something that
had happened three years ago and it had been on his mind ever since.
After a game of football at school his best friend had come into the
shower and molested him. Jon had cussed his friend, got dressed and ran
home. That night in bed he could not get it out of his mind and the more
he thought about it, the harder his cock became and after no more than a
dozen strokes, shot all over his belly. A week later he went for his
shower and molested his friend! For the next year or so, the two met as
often as they could and it only stopped when his friend fucked a girl.
Apart from this period of mutual masturbation, Jon had not been with
another guy, not that he did not want to, he was just scared to make any
approach. He knew he was gay and there was nothing he could or wanted to
do about it.
"It will happen one day, but I will have to move to Reykjavik, only there
can I be free to be gay." Dalvik was too small, population 2000, and
everyone knew everyone's business and it could get difficult. "Nie, eg
tharf ad flytja." (No, I will have to move.") He said to himself.

When the news finally came through that the whole crew had been rescued
the Akubur's captain was told to make for home. The Jean Peterson would
get to Akureyri long before they would and it was decided the Akubur
would call in at Dalvik so the captain could get to his brother quicker
by car. As they sailed they watched the news as video of the rescue was
shown via the Jean Peterson. Jon was able to record it on a dvd and took
it to his cabin to play it over and over again so he could see that West
Indian guy called Marcell who apparently flew the RC Helicopter. He could
not keep his eyes off him.

Jon got permission from his captain to go home from there. He ran all the
way and after a shower and a change of clothes he got a lift into
Akureyri and went straight to the harbour to look at the ship that was
the attention of the whole country and quite a few others as well. As
soon as he clapped eyes on the Jean he fell in love with her. He stood
there for hours looking at her willing someone to invite him on board,
preferably that black guy Marcell!

At last the intense media interest had stopped, that is until the next
day when Scott had agreed to have an open ship for the public to veiw
her. Jon was told that by another guy standing there and was sure he
would be first in the queue, but meanwhile he remained where he was,
hoping.

Scott saw the lad standing there and thought nothing of it. There had
been hundreds looking as well, but this was slightly different as an hour
or so later he glanced out and saw the same guy still there, sitting on a
box just looking at his ship. He smiled to himself as he looked at the
lad. Suddenly he stood up and stared towards the stern of the ship. Scott
looked out and saw Marcell at the winch, he was checking it was locked.
The boy watched Marcell all the way back to the hatchway until he went
out of his veiw. He sat back down.

The phone rang and Scott picked it up, as expected it was his father.
They had spoken a lot since they had arrived in Akureyri, he wanted to
know what was happening.
"Hi dad, right we are staying here until Saturday, it was Thursday. We
are having an open day tomorrow and on Saturday we have been asked to
appear at the Dalvik Great Fishing Day. YES dad, Dalvik!"
"Oh my word Scott, it will be like a home coming! I bet Andrew can't
wait, it's like going around in a big circle, it will be great fun for
both of you. Scott there is a parcel on it's way and should be there
first thing tomorrow and also a crate of champagne, just a little "well
done" to all of you. The parcel is for you son."
"The champagne has already arrived dad and if I don't get down soon the
buggers will have finished it!"
They talked some more and said goodnight. Scott was about to leave the
bridge when Andrew came up. They kissed and cuddled and as they did Scott
looked out onto the harbour. "Fucking hell he is STILL there!"
"Who?"
"That lad, he has been there hours, just sitting there staring at us."
"He looks very young, just your sort." Andrew ducked as Scott pretended
to thump him. "Go and ask him on board Scott he obviously wants too or so
I would think. Why eles stay that long?"
"I think we have had enough visitors fuckmeat for one day, lets go and
see the others."
"Miserable sod!"
"Oh Andrew! Ok ok I will go and see if he wants to have a tour, you go
and get Marcell, he is too young for me and I don't trust you to get
him." It was Scott's turn to duck.

Jon saw the guy he had been watching on the news. He laughed to himself
as he thought he could not see him that well as it was getting darker! Ah
well it looks like they have finished for the day. I might as well go
home. He had his clapped out old ford parked nearby, but he would be back
tomorrow, very early. He stood up and..........."Hello."
"Oh, hi." Christ this guy is REALLY good looking and it's the captain.
Fuck he is young! "I'm Scott Peterson and I see you have been here for
hours, would you like to come on board and have a look around?" Jon could
not believe his luck and told himself just what patience can do if you
have any.
"Hello captain, i'm Jon and you have just saved a lot of my friends,
thankyou and your crew."
"We are very pleased Jon and are happy that we were able to help."
"We just hope the captain of the Magnusson will make it, he is my
captain's brother."
"We are keeping our fingers crossed for him Jon, anyway come on board, I
have sent for Marcell, he is about your age and i'm sure he will like to
show you around." Jon was in heaven! Not only am I going to see the ship,
i'm going to meet the guy I have been looking at for ages.

Scott introduced Marcell to Jon and he might as well have not been there
the moment they looked at each other. He most definitly saw the same
looks on their faces as he and Andrew had on theirs the moment their eyes
met at the Dalvik hotel. There must be something in this Icelandic air he
thought. He left them and went to the saloon.
"Hello my captain, did you get the boy on board?" Andrew, like everyone
eles was drinking William's champagne.
"Yep and I will bet you we will see him a few more times before we go.
Cheers all," he raised his glass. "Good stuff this I could get used to
it."

An hour after he had come on board Marcell had shown Jon the ship and
were now on the bridge to finish the tour. "So do you like it then?"
"Love it and thanks for showing me. This is an amazing ship, nice crew as
well." Jon was looking at Marcell and thought he was even better
looking in the flesh than on film. Marcell was also thinking. "Would you
like to see my cabin?" Now how will he take that I wonder he said to
himself. "Yes please I would like that." Marcell led the way and once
inside he closed the door and had no clue what to say next, neither of
them did.
"Nice cabin, much better than mine. What's in there?" Marcell opened the
shower door. "Oh, nice. Good to have your own shower."
"Yes it is. So, do you live here?"
"No Dalvik, it's about 45 kilometers from here."
"Oh right, we are going there for your Great Fishing Day on Saturday, but
we are open tomorrow, will you come back?"
"Yes and I will see you in Dalvik as well." Jon looked at Marcell and
cleared his throat. "I hope I can see you again it would.........um it's
getting late so I had better go now, I guess."
"How will you get home then?"
"I have a car near here, it's a bit of a wreck, but it gets me around."
Marcell knew there was a couple of spare cabins and of course the top
bunk in here, but it was not up to him to invite anyone to stay. Should
he go and ask Scott? He would not say no, at least I don't think he
would. They were looking at one another, one wanting to ask the other if
he wanted to stay and one hoping he would!
 "Um....If it's ok with skip would you like to stay tonight?" Jon's smile
gave him the answer.
"That a yes then?" Marcell smiled back.
"Sure I would like that."
They got to the saloon were everyone was sitting about chatting and
drinking. They all looked up as the boys came in and all thought they
looked great together.
"Hello you two, grab a drink. So Jon how was the tour?" Marcell went and
got a couple of beers. These will keep Jon here he thought and smiled to
himself.
"Very good thankyou captain. The Jean Peterson is a great ship." Jon was
thinking the same as Marcell, drinking and driving was a no no in this
country as well. He took half of it down and looked at Marcell.
"It's Scott. Do you live in Akureyri?"
"No, in Dalvik." Scott and Andrew looked at one another. History
repeating it's self?
"How will you get home then?" Jon took another large swig of his beer.
"Well I can't drive now so I will ring a friend and ask to stay with
him." He finished the beer off and smiled at Scott.
"Or you could stay here, i'm sure thats the plan anyway!" They both
looked guilty enough for everyone to know Scott was right.
"Thankyou cap......sorry Scott."
"Go on bugger off and take some beers with you." They shot out of the
saloon.
"I bet they don't open those beers!" Tom said. He was right.

"Am I on the top bunk then?"
"I suppose. It drops down to make a double, but of course I don't need
that." Marcell sat on his bunk with his back to the bulkhead, Jon joined
him.
And there we have it in all it's innocence, two boys sitting together,
both gay, both liking the other very much, both very inexperienced and
neither knowing what to do next! That was until Jon asked a question.
"Marcell can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Well, it's a bit personnal and none of my business, but are some of the
crew gay? I noticed most were sitting...ah very close." Marcell's heart
rate went up a few thousand beats.
"We all are." He looked at Jon and said bye bye in his mind. Jon could
not help himself smile with relief.
"Oh, thats good, so am I."
"You are?"
"I have never said it to anyone, but yes I am."
"So you can't have a boyfriend then?"
"No, you?"
"No, I did..............." He did not finish, he couldn't, Jon lent over
and kissed him and quite a few bombs went off! They altered position so
that they were laying side by side and then, with their mouths still
attached, Jon moved on top of Marcell and they continued in their sweet
way.
It was all so very beautiful and became even more so when they parted and
undressed one another. Now naked they just stood looking at a sight that
caused two very powerful erections. Jon took in the sight of Marcell and
saw this black 18 year old about 5 8 and very slim. His body was a
natural build although it was obvious he worked out as every thing about
him was in great shape. He looked down and saw a 6.5 stiff cock which he
took in his hand and gently stroked. Marcell closed his eyes and took
Jon's cock and did the same to him. They put the free arm around one
another and once again kissed as they stroked.
Jon was a very good looking guy about 5.10 and also very slim. His
hairless body was as white as you could get. His fair hair was short,
topping a lovely face. He was also in great shape, everything in
proportion, but not in any way developed and for Marcell he looked
absolutley wonderful. He smiled as he saw a cock exactly the same size as
his.
"You look great Jon, bloody wonderful!" Jon smiled back at him and as he
looked the smile became even wider.
"Whats funny?" Asked Marcell.
"Nothing at all, you look great!"
"Why are you smiling like that then?" The smile was infecious and Marcell
could not help but join him.
"Thought you black guys had huge cocks, yours is the same as mine!"
"Disappointed then?"
"No way, I told you, you look great." He told Marcell about watching the
news item with him in it and Marcell liked the fact that Jon watched it
over and over again.
"So you liked me before we met then?"
"Yep, but the real thing is even better." They stood there for ages
kissing and loving the guy he was doing it too.
When they got into the shower Marcell turned the water on and both of
them washed the others body from head to toe and back again paying
particular attention to everything between head and toe! It all ended
rather messily when each finally expelled their loads all over one
another via blowing and wanking. Marcell turned the shower back on and
each boy washed the other one clean and then dried each other off. They
went to the bunk cuddled up and slept. Beautiful.

At breakfast early the next day Marcell and Jon were the last to arrive,
both very shy and both got lots of smiles from the rest.
They planned the day and Marcell was told to go with Jon to buy another
Icelandic flag. The one they had of course was flying at the mast. "I
want you to fly ahead with the Bell when we get to Dalvik with the flag
slung under and you will need to practice."
"Yes skip." They both said and shot off into town two very happy people.

They all set too and gave the ship an extra clean up, not that it needed
much. Colin and George were busy making a buffet and Scott just hung
around looking a bit spare.
"Skip you got a parcel." Paul called over the intercom. Scott went on
deck to collect it and took it to the cabin. He unwrapped it and found a
new uniform inside. On the sleeves were four full gold rings, he had been
promoted to full captain! Also with his new uniform were two more three
ring epilets for Paul, Scott had told William he wanted to promote him to
1st officer during a conversation just after they had sailed from Norway.
He had expected to get Paul's epilets when they got home, but this was
great in that he could give him them much sooner. There was a note from
his father. "I cannot tell you how proud I am of you Scott and this is my
gift to you. Congratulations! All my love. Dad.
Scott just looked at it and laid it out on the bunk. He replaced the
shoulder epilets with his new rank and wondered who would spot it first.
He went to his computer and sent an email to his father.

Marcell and his shadow (or should that be the other way round?) returned
and got the Bell out of the bunker and with Neil fixed up a way of
slinging the Icelandic flag below the helicopter. Marcell started the
Bell up and after checks took off. It hung beautifully and the balance
weight was just fine. He flew for half an hour and then landed. Scott
came up on deck and smiled at the pair of them. He was about to make them
even more happy. "Jon, if you would like you can stay with us and sail to
Dalvik tomorrow?"
The boys were over the moon. Marcell could not help himself and gave
Scott a hug. He suddenly drew back. "Look guys skip's got a full set!"
Everyone was out on deck watching Marcell fly and all went to Scott.
There was a lot of excitment, hand shakes and hugs. Jon was delighted he
had been apart of all this. Just wish I was a full part he thought. They
all drifted back to their cabins to shower and change. Once in theirs
Andrew cuddled into Scott and kissed him. "I am so proud of you Scott, we
all are." And kissed him again. They showered together and afterwards
Andrew got the ironing board out and carefully pressed Scott's new
uniform. They dressed and Andrew stood looking at Scott. "Chrrrist you
look amazing!"
"You should see who i'm looking at." They kissed and went out to greet
the visitors.

It was a great day, hundreds turned up to visit and for hours there was a
long queue waiting to come on board. It was all very freindly and the
whole crew did not stop answering questions and posing for photo's the
whole time. Scott had got permission from the Harbour Master to go into
the bay so he could show the ship off. At 7pm he announced that on the
intercom. All the visitors left and Scott had the main engines started
up. They pulled away and slowly went into the middle of the bay when they
fired up both main cannons and those at the stern. He had the Jean circle
and when he had turned to show the stern to the spectators they raised
the door and launched the RIB with Jan and George crewing, followed by
the life boat crewed by Andrew and Freddy. Meanwhile Marcell took the
Bell up and slowly flew in a wide circle around the ship which bought
massive appluse from the considerable crowd. Icelanders are very proud of
their flag and why not.

They all got to the saloon exhausted and just flopped down and opened up
more champagne and finished the day off by getting a tad drunk, but only
after Scott asked two questions. "Where did this "skip" thing come from?"
"Paul said it once and who the fuck is going to argue with him? We just
followed suit and, for me anyway, I like it." Everyone agreed with Colin
and that was that, no need for more discussion. The next was for Scott to
ask Paul to accept promotion to first officer. Paul didn't have much
choice really as everyone congratulated him before he could open his
mouth.
"Apparently I am then, thanks skip."
"Fuck, I will have to sleep at attention now. Thanks skip!" Paul put a
huge arm around Thomas and hugged him close.
"I'm always at attention when we go to bed!" Andrew said. The place fell
apart!

Scott waited for the noise to drop and got up and went and stood by Paul.
He took the epilets from his pocket, undid his shoulder straps and put
them on. Paul stood up and shook the hand that Scott held out.
"Thanks skip, you don't know what this means to me."
"And you don't know what it means to me to have you with the Jean
Peterson. I know you will agree with me when I say neither of us could do
our work without the crew we have. To you all, thankyou for being with my
mothers ship. We have done a fantastic job on our maiden voyage. We had
luck I know, but we also used that luck to save the lives of six men.
Thankyou once again."
Jon listened to Scott and he was determined, one way or another he would
one day be part of this ship.
Andrew thought he would bring things less serious and stood up.
"I just want to say that the Jean Peterson is SO lucky to have an
Ameri....................." He did not finish, the whole crew sat on him!
Four bottles later they all went their separate ways and even Marcell and
Jon were too knackered do much. WELL, they did mess around just a bit.

Jon had undressed and, now naked, he laid on the bunk with both arms
behind his head, looking at Marcell as he stripped off. The only thing
Marcell had on was a smile as he sat beside Jon and slowly ran a hand all
over Jon's body. Jon closed his eyes and at the same time his cock woke
up and now stood up waiting to be wanked, at least it's owner hoped it
would. Marcell continued to stroke Jon's body and as he did so Jon became
more worked up and began to raise his hips hoping Marcell would take him
in hand. Marcell knew exactly what he was doing, he had seen this on a
gay porn video.
Jon moved one hand towards his cock, but Marcell put it back and the same
time gently kiss Jon. He went back to his stroking, but kept clear of
Jon's cock and could see by Jon's body movements it was having the effect
he knew would happen. It was also working him up and his own rod was as
stiff as it could get.
Finally Marcell felt Jon's balls just with the tip of his fingers and the
reaction was instant as Jon cried out and shoved his hips up as far as he
could get them. The sight of Jon doing that nearly made Marcell cum there
and then, but he just managed to control himself and consentrated on
Jon,s quivering cock.
Again, just with finger tips, but with both sets this time, Marcell ran
them the length of Jon's cock ending up at the head were Marcell rubbed a
thumb over it and used Jon's pre cum to lubricate.
"Oh FUCK! Marcell finish me off PLEASE!" Marcell ignored him and took his
fingers away leaving poor Jon to suffer, but not in silence. His
breathing was now coming in gasps and continued to shove his hips up and
down hoping Marcell would do SOMETHING before he blew up!
Marcell's timing was perfect as he continued to tease Jon and he realised
it would not be long now before there was going to be another Icelandic
eruption, but nothing to do with volcanos!
It came at last and with just a few more finger tip strokes on his new
freinds cock Jon's whole body stiffened as though in suspended animation,
a massive stream of cum shot out of him and smashed into the bunk above
them and then fell back down covering his face and body. Three more shots
came out of him and he just collapsed back further into the bed
completely and utterly fucked.

"You bastard, oh you lovely fucking bastard!" Was all he could come out
with, but had never been more satisfied.
"You speak English very well Jon!"
"El elska thig Marcell, el elska thig."
"So you love me then and I love you Jon, el elska lika." (I love you
too.)
Marcell laid down beside Jon and as they kissed Marcell stroked himself
to completion and delivered his own offerings to join Jon's. Nothing was
said. Marcell pulled Jon so that they faced one another and they both
wrapped black and white arms and legs around each body and like that fell
asleep, dirty, but ooooh so happy! So are we boys, so are we.

By now Scott was anxious to get home and decided that as soon as the
event was finished tomorrow they would leave for Southampton. "It's been
great, but we need to get back. We will have two weeks off then back to
fully stock and go after a weeks training. We also have the new Bell
coming and a few other things like tear gas, stun grenades and two semi
automatic shot guns, just for clay pigeon shooting you understand. In
fact there was a bit more to it and they were getting shot guns with a
bit of punch and would have 4buck shot cartridges and rifled rounds which
were one shot solid cartridges. There were also flare cartridges which
could very well come in handy. Paul was familiar with them and would
train the crew when they got to sea. "At least we can fire back and i'm
happy with that." Scott said.

For the remainder of the time they would be in Iceland Marcell and Jon
were glued together. When the Jean sailed there was going to be two very
unhappy boys. They went to see Scott as they were sailing to Dalvik.
Andrew opened the door when they knocked. He took one look at this lovely
pair and just knew why they were here. He was glad he did not have to be
the one to answer the obvious question that was coming. "You have company
Scott, i'm off to the saloon."

Scott was in trouble. Of COURSE he wanted to say Jon could join them, but
he couldn't. "Look boys I have a dozen guys who can fly the new Bell and
you are just one on the list Jon and as far as I know you can't even
fly!"
"But skip I can teach him and I know he will be fine. PLEASE skip!"
"No and although this may sound cruel all this could be is a brief
romance and that it will be forgotten when we go Marcell. Look guys, i'm
running a search and rescue ship here NOT a love boat." Marcell was a
little more than upset and was near to tears, Jon was not too far behind.
Scott was struggling and felt a complete ass hole, but he gave them an
option, thank GOD for options!
"Look guys I will do one thing." They stared at Scott waiting for a life
line. "We will be back in the UK in a week and as you know we all have
two weeks off. I will fly you back here Marcell and you guys can get to
know one another better and if it works out, then I MAY take you on Jon
and I will have you both flown back to the UK. BUT before you think it's
a done deal you Jon will have to apply for crew and go through interveiws
the same as anyone eles and if you don't make the grade, thats tough as
far as i'm concerned. Deal?" They looked at one another and you could
hardly see their faces as their smiles were so wide. "Yes skip, deal and
thanks....can we go?" Marcell did not wait for Scott to answer, grabbed
hold of Jon and dragged him out.

"Well, are you taking him on?"
"Do I have a choice? Still, I expect I will and for one good reason. They
have just left and instead of going to Marcell's cabin for a shag, they
are out on deck and Marcell is starting to teach Jon to fly. Now THATS a
good sign, I think i'm off the hook!"
"We were having bets in the saloon and nobody bet on anything except Jon
joining us."
"You lot know me better than I know myself. Maybe i'm a good guy after
all."
"The best." Rather a lot of kissing followed.

The day went very well, but now Scott was becoming more anxious to get
away and as soon as the fireworks had finished he had the engines
started. He allowed Marcell and Jon to spend a final hour together and as
soon as he had said goodbye to everyone Jon went down the gangway with
tears pouring down his face. Marcell stayed on deck waving to him also in
tears.
Jon was now out of sight and Marcell went to his cabin. He looked
around and smiled to himself. "At least I have something of yours inside
me Jon. Wonder if your bum is as sour as mine?"

Scott had the Jean at full speed just about all the way back to
Southampton. The happenings of the past few days had been incredible, but
now was the time to look and plan ahead. He wanted to get on station as
quickly as possible and begin the real role of his ship and that was
escorting his father's.

William was there to meet them as well and yet more media and Scott had
to endure a few hours of questions, but at last they went and they were
alone to be themselves. All the crew had gone now and it was just
William, Scott and Andrew. Scott had booked Marcell's flight and had
watched as he drove away in the taxi. Andrew stood with him. "I love
those two Scott, they are the same as us."
"God help them in that case." Scott ducked, just in time.

The two weeks went by very fast. Andrew went back to the States to spend
a week with his family and William and Scott had time to themselves as
well. They were both very happy for private time. Of course the Jean was
not too far from their minds and during the time at home Scott arranged
for the new Bell to be delivered as well as the tear gas and stun
grenades. The shot guns would also be delivered by the dealer. All the
paper work had been signed which included 300 shells. There was also work
to be done on the flight deck to allow the Bell's to be out all the time
instead of having to be packed away in the helicopter bunker. A light but
very tough canvas attached to a sliding frame would cover the helicopters
and secured on the bunker at one end and on two anchor points at the
stern of the deck. Both helicopters would be secured to the deck as would
the rotor blades. When they were to fly it was a matter of releasing the
canvas and sliding it forward instead of having to get them out of the
bunker and connect the rotors. Take off time would be so much quicker. It
also allowed two extra fuel tanks to be installed into the bunker to give
both helicopters an equal supply. Scott had suggested it, Neil and
Andrew had drawn the plans and William's men were carrying out the work.

It was time for the crew to return. George was at Waterloo station
waiting for Gerry. On the way up to London at the beginning of the
holiday they had sat together and by the time the train pulled in they
had agreed to meet at Gerry's gym to work out together.
They had met several times during the holiday for meals and theatre dates
as well as days out just walking and shopping. There was nothing more,
but both really enjoyed the times spent together and were looking forward
not only to get back on board, but seeing more of one another.

George saw Gerry first and was more than pleased to see him. They had not
met up for the past two days as Gerry had to work with some of his
clients and get himself organized to work on line for them while he was
at sea. As a financial consultant he had quite a lot of work to do which
he did when off watch in his cabin. What with his ship commitments and
his private work, he was a very busy man and a lovely one at that. George
liked him, a lot. Happily, Gerry thought that about George which possibly
makes for yet another love story, but we will have to see how things go
between these two.

"Home again George. Hope you are as pleased as me to get back."
"I am and can't wait for the gym sessions to start." They had worked out
together a few times and it has to be said both liked the look of the
other. Course they did!

Andrew got back and spent a long weekend with Scott and William. It was
great for them to be back together even though it was to be short.
They hugged William goodbye and once again William felt the loss as they
drove away. He went back into the empty house and went to his study and
poured a stiff whisky.

They were all in the saloon having a drink and something to eat.
"Well, will Marcell turn up then?" Asked Janet. "Course he will Jan, he
loves the Jean too much. Still it's a shame about him and Jon, they were
so lovely together. Still it's good you gave them time skip, at least you
know what the score is between those two instead of saying Jon could come
with us when we were in Iceland." That was Paula and she was as upset as
anyone when Scott had told them all he had a call from Marcell saying Jon
would not be coming back.
"I will have to get someone and meet up in Cyprus if I can't get anyone
before we go. Still, sod it right now, I will get onto Personnel first
thing tomorrow. I just wish I had known earlier. Marcell is in for a
bollicking when he gets here. Thats the last time I try to help any
fucker out. FUCK! I am so fucking pissed off!" Scott was letting off
steam, he too was upset Jon would not be coming back.
They all loved them and were no less upset than Scott was. Scott calmed
down and smiled at Andrew. "Ah well, shit happens."
"When did he call you Scott?" Asked Thomas.
"From Heathrow. He said he was too upset to ring me before he left
Iceland."
"Oh you fucking idiots. The little buggers are having us on! I BET they
will be here soon, just wait."
"Bloody hell I think you could be right Thomas. At least I hope you are."
Reg said.
"If they are they are both in for a beating." Scott did not sound too
sure of himself though. He went to the port and looked out, still no sign
of him, them. SHIT!

"Taxi!"
They all rushed to a port and looked out as Marcell got out and paid off
the driver. "Oh fuck, it's true. FUCK IT!" Jan and the rest watched the
taxi drive off and went back and sat down no one saying a thing.
Eventually Marcell came in and said hi to everyone. He looked so
miserable. Scott went over to him and hugged him, all of his temper now
gone.
"You ok Marcell?"
"I'm fine thanks skip. I bought something for you all from Iceland hope
you like it." The door opened and Jon walked in! The place went wild and
nobody knew whether to kill them or hug, but settled for the later.
"You pair of shits, you WILL suffer, I promise." As he cuddled both boys.
"It was Marcell's idea. I had to go along with it other wise he was going
to tell you all I am gay and drop me in the shit. I stayed in the taxi
and got out when it went round the corner. Thankyou for having me back
skip and giving me a chance. It will be nice to have a rest!" It took a
long time before they stopped laughing.
"Skip, Jon can fly a helicopter now, we spent all that money you gave me
on his training in Akureyri." Scott was looking sheepish as he had not
even told Andrew he had given money to Marcell. He coughed and mubbled.
"Glad it was put to good use." He was pleased as punch and got one hell
of a squeeze from Andrew.
"EXCUSE ME? Anyone got anything to say?" Thomas sat there with a smug
grin on his face and got a whole load of cushions thrown at him.

It was lovely to be back.

By the time they were sat at breakfast the whole crew were back to the
serious business of what they were about and listened to Scott as he gave
out his orders for the next few days. "We have got a refuelling slot at
11 so we need to fire up straight after this Neil and go to the pier. The
gas, grenades and shot guns will all be here by tomorrow and the new Bell
the day after. Colin and George will need to go shopping, here is the
warehouse card and someone to go with them to help load up. We will all
be out on deck to get every thing on board. Marcell and Jon, you two have
a look at the new covers, they look great, but you will need to practise
folding and unfolding as well as securing them. Jon I want to see you
fly. Reg and Paula, well you know what you need, just go and get
everything. Right guys i'm hoping we can leave at least a day early. If
the weather is good we will sail at a minimum of 15 knots, 20 if the
weather is good. We will top up when we get to Cyprus. While we are at
sea I want the new Bell put together and for you two lads to be there and
work with Neil and Andrew. I also hope that we will have release gear up
and running by the time we get to Cyprus. Jan you check the RIB over and
work with Andrew to check out the whole boat deck and do the life boat
maintainence. All clear? Any questions?"
It was all clear and no questions, but the message was VERY clear. Scott
was in a hurry, he was already late in getting to the Arabian Sea and
wanted to make some of that time up. Several of his fathers ships had
sailed without escort and that concerned him. One thing for sure was
everyone would be working flat out to give him the early sailing he hoped
for. They made it with a day to spare. Scott was a very happy captain.

But before all that happened Scott had to go through the official bits
regarding Jon, but knowing full well he would be sailing with them
anyway! Jon did not know that though and he assumed he was on trial!
Scott watched Jon as he took the Bell up and was indeed pleased with his
performance. It was all very serious, but he could not help smiling as
the two of them worked together. It was as though they had a two foot
rope attached as they were never that far apart. God I love these two, we
all do. Jon came to see Scott after they had landed and refueled. "When
do I have the interveiw skip?" Marcell of course was with him.
"You already have Jon. I made up my mind after you two came to ask me to
take you on in Iceland."
"Really?"
"Yes, when I told you all that I said in Dalvik and you left the cabin,
instead of going to your cabin for "whatever" you went straight out and
Marcell was showing you the Bell. That is when I knew I wanted you as a
crew member, but I also wanted you because you are a lovely guy and you
are both so great to have on board, but don't get big headed or I will
rip it off." Talk about the Captain Bligh effect! They both hugged Scott
and he could not be more happy!

The passage to Cyprus was indeed a good one and apart from the usual crap
that the Bay of Biscay dishes up nearly every time you sail through it,
there was good weather just about the whole trip. During it the crew took
up training with a lot of enthusiasm including the torture Gerry put them
through in the gym. They all loved to hate him, but had to admire his own
enthusiasm, particularily George who could not get enough of it and it
showed. George was developing very well, much admired by Gerry it has to
be said.

They did have problems with the release gear on the Bell's and Neil
was left scratching his head. After a few more failed drops he stripped
the lot down and started again.

Paul began firing practise with the shot guns with mixed results.
Marcell turned out to be a liability in that he was still talking as he
fired, Jon was still laughing about what Marcell had said and Paula
refused to pull the trigger. Paul ruled Reg out when he realised he had
his eyes closed as he aimed, Thomas fired and fell on his ass and Colin
shouting, "Come on you punks take this!"
However, what was left were from good to very good.

Even though they were having trouble with the stun grenade release gear
they could still practise tear gas attacks. Scott told them to fit two
canisters and both Marcell and Jon took it in turns "attacking" the RIB.
They flew down wind of it and 50 yards away. Janet and George would not
want to get that lot sprayed in their faces, save that for pirates. The
practise went better than any of them thought it would and both boys came
in to attack from behind the RIB at 20 feet and had they been directly
over the RIB would have covered it. They got 6 passes from each of the
canisters. Scott was more than happy.

They would only spend two days in Cyprus and the day before they got
there Scott called a bridge meeting.
"Ok we now have two helicopters and when they are both up we need to
indentify who is who. Any thoughts?"
"Marcell JP1 and Jon JP2." That was Janet.
"Bloody hell Jan, don't give me time to think will you! Good though." Reg
said.
End of meeting.

Andrew went to their cabin to kiss Scott goodbye. Anything you want in
town big dick?"
"Yes dear fuck. Could you get spray paint, about six cans. I want Jon's
JP2 painted bright orange. I want him more visable so he can be seen and
Marcell stay hidden."
Does Jon know that?"
"No, you can tell him, you are going out with them arn't you? You can
tell him then."
"Coward!"
"No dear, smart!"
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