Date: Sat, 25 May 2019 08:45:24 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Lady Jean Peterson ch 11

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MV Lady Jean Peterson


by BobbyG



Chapter 11


Scott was in his father's office chatting to him until he was ready to go
to the conference room where the media were waiting.


"Look Scott those buggers can rip you apart and you have no experience of
dealing with them, why not let me come out with you and speak to them as
well as you?"

"Because I have to learn and the best way to do that is go and face them
myself, make mistakes and try a bit better next time, but facing them will
be nothing compared to facing pirates."

"Your not at all worried then?"

"No why should I be, they will write what they want and it's up to readers
to make up their own minds."


He was shown to his chair behind a slightly raised platform and sat down
while a dozen cameras flashed away.

There were six tv cameras and around thirty reporters, all looking at Scott
as he came in, in day uniform. The gay ones amongst them would have been
delighted to see Scott for the first time "live."


"Good morning and welcome to the Ocean's offices. I have prepared a short
statement. After that I will take questions.


"As you should be aware my mother was murdered and my father seriously
injured which has confined him to a wheel for the rest of his life. This
action was carried out by pirates who's only aim was to capture the Ocean
Six and to hold her and her crew to ransom, regardless of how they took
her.  The two boats that attacked that day had a total of twelve men ten of
whom had AK 47's and an RPG on both boats.


We had a couple of water hoses and some scrap metal buckets to throw over
the side and a few baseball bats in which to defend ourselves.

We managed to beat them off but that was pure luck in that the scrap metal
must have done some damage and their two boats were becoming flooded.

To end this statement. IF we had authority to carry weapons we would have
been in a better position to defend ourselves and it could be that my
mother would still be alive and my father physically sound. Thank you. I
will take questions."


"How do you think your one ship will make any difference and stop piracy?
Also you are very young to hold your rank, is it because you are who you
are, a privileged son of the owner and just having a bit of fun?"


"Where did this notion come from, my ship stopping piracy? Where did you
read that because it was never said. We are there to escort OUR ships
through pirate areas and beat off any attack, that's it. As for me just
having fun, I won't bother answering but I will say this. I am indeed a
privileged son having being born to the parents I had and if I make a
success of my life, it's entirely down to them.

Yes, we have the financial means to support the Jean and NO I make no
apology because of it. I am just pleased we are in a situation that allows
us to defend our crews and try to prevent another murder."


"How will you defend your ship and the one you are escorting?"


"Thank you, a good question. I will not go into details so don't ask but we
have a number of non lethal ways of defending ourselves, however I will
give you two of them and they are the ship herself and an excellent crew as
was proven during the rescue a few weeks ago."


"Would it not have been better to make your cargo ships more secure rather
spend all that money on a ship that could become a target itself?"


"Yes we could but I would rather be there with those risks than have one of
our ships with no escort. I absolutely agree with you about better defences
against attack and I can assure you all of our ships sailing those waters
are as prepared as it's possible to be, but please do educate me, how do we
defend against an RPG shell hitting our ships? Any ideas?  Next question."


"Why don't you just let the international naval forces get on with it and
keep out of the way and how do we know you won't have lethal weapons
anyway."


"The area under pirate threat is as big as the US. Just how many ships
would it take to patrol an area that size? If they are attacking us, it
means they are leaving another ship alone. If we have a suspicious boat or
boats coming at us the officer of the watch will turn on all cameras and
the images of which will be sent back to these offices and in particular
our legal department. At the same time voices will be heard and
recorded. No weapons will be seen simply because we are not allowed to be
armed but meanwhile armed pirates are killing and taking innocent lives."


"Will you make yourself available to answer questions while you are at
sea?"


"Why should I? I have more important things to do than talk to you. We are
going out there to do a job and we will keep doing it until politicians
wake up and allow ships to carry armed escorts and I say this, arm the
ships and none will be taken. Meanwhile lets carry on spending millions in
an attempt to protect ships, but just yesterday two more were taken. One
more question then I am done."


"Are you an all gay crew?" Oh dear, Scott would never forget his reply!


"What the hell has that got to do with you. Mind your own bloody business!"
And left with all cameras clicking away.


He looked at his father and made a face.

"Sort of 50/50 dad?"

"That much!?" Then laughed his head off. "They can be shits, but get one on
your side and it will become 70/30."

"Which way?"


The Jean was now fully provisioned and ready to sail which was set for
midday the next day. The weather looked good for the next four days and
Scott was sure he could sail during that time at 20 knots. They sat for
their final dinner together and after breakfast the following day that
would also be their last meal as a crew until they got to Cyprus. This
would also be the last meeting in the saloon and after they sailed all
meetings would take place on the bridge so that all crew could be
involved. There were a few things to go through and Scott asked Paul to
start it off.


"When we get into the channel we will train again in fire fighting, man
over board, launching the RIB and practise rescuing the dummies, called
Marcel or Jon or both and abandoning ship. We will also be practicing alert
stations a great deal and the RIB will be launched to practise against
attack which will mean everyone in safety gear as well as intercoms. Boat
crew and dummies in survival suits of course.

Skip and Freddy will take navigational training, Reg and I will take
seamanship to all those of you not too experienced. I have worked out
watches of two crew on at a time which will have one qualified crew all the
way to Cyprus and then from there until we get to the Suez Canal when they
will change again and four crew will be on watch, by then everyone should
be competent and the qualified member will be the officer of the watch. The
one duty you will love is one crew except the captain will have a domestic
day and will be responsible for the crew lounge and the cabin deck. The
watch going off will tidy up the bridge before leaving the bridge. I have
written out all rotas and the training programmes and sessions and will
post them in here when we sail, but I expect there will be lots of changes
as we sail. We will all be responsible to keep the main decks clean of
course. But Skip there is one other thing that I believe we should train in
and I'm qualified to do it."

"Sounds a bit physical Paul?"

`Unarmed combat, hand to hand fighting. It would be great to have those
skills in the event we may need them."

"Yea Gods Paul, just let me sit on them, No fucker would be able to stand
up!"

"We will have you in reserve Jan. Skip what do you think?"

"We will start when we are satisfied all the training is up to
scratch. Great idea Paul, thanks...Is the Captain involved?"

"Yes."

"Bugger! Jerry your turn."


"I have a rota for gym times and we will all have two official sessions
each week lasting one hour, but apart from your actual times you can
obviously use it any time you want, but I will need to know what you are
doing, we don't want you over doing it. Any questions?"

"What with Paul and you Jerry I will be a wreck and even Paulina will be
able to beat me up."

"I do anyway." The males thought about that and tried to blank out the
image of the two of them being physical.


"Right, Skip wants Andrew and me to give instruction on the engines and the
generators as well as training on all the other stuff he and I have to look
after. It is rather complicated so we will keep it simple just for you lot,
except for the boys who are the keenest amongst all of you."


"George and I will be taking cooking class..."

"Fuck off Colin, you two cook and we eat." Jan in her delicate way spoke
for them all.


"Paulia and I will be taking first aid and emergency treatment procedures
and we will need two bodies to practise on." Everyone looked at the two
boys who smiled back and shrugged their lovely shoulders. "But only I am
qualified to carry out mouth to mouth resuscitation!" Marcel shot off the
couch and laid on the deck with his arms over his head looking beautiful in
his tiny shorts and top showing a lot of flesh and a rather lovely lump
where a lovely lump should be.

"I can't breathe!" Jon landed on top of him also in tiny shorts and top and
showing his lovely cute behind.

"Only I'M qualified Mr Marcel as far as you are concerned!" He kissed
Marcel which seemed to do the trick. They looked fantastic. They got back
on the couch and crossed their legs.

"You two finished?" Scott asked.

"Yes Skip." They smiled at their captain and covered the cock area with
their hands, still smiling at him.


"I am going to give talks on the radar systems and how to get the best out
of them and fully understand how they function especially the Hawk radar,
that system will be one of greatest assets and you need to get to know it
inside out. Apart from that I will also give counselling for anyone having
problems with relationships, I love a dirty story!" Jan sat back with a pen
and note pad waiting for the first names and then waited some
more. "Bollocks then, sort your own problems out."


"That's just about it, I'm sure the boys want to go anyway. Just remember
what has been said about the Hawk, we will be using that a lot now when we
do practise attacks and learn how to use it."

The Hawk radar was a new development which could pick up very small boats
or obstacles at a distance of five miles and they would be relying on it
the whole time they would be in pirate areas. It was developed because
there had been many instances of ships colliding with cargo containers that
had fallen off ships and could not be picked up by normal radars. It had
been reported that as many as 2000 go overboard every year.


"By the time we get to Cyprus we will all be even more ready to meet any
crap that comes our way and that of course is the reason we are all here. I
know you have a lot of flying to do Jon to get up to Marcel's standard and
that's why I want you two flying when ever the weather allows, day and then
night. I have always been convinced that a helicopter would be a great
thing to have and since the rescue I'm even more convinced. Now we have two
and you lads will give us massive cover once you are both even more
experienced. I was told that for the pepper to have any effect you will
have to fly at no more than 10/15 feet above the pirate boats and I don't
want you flying that low until you are up to Marcel's standard Jon and we
have a flat sea to start low level flying over our boat. I will leave it to
you both to tell me when you feel you are ready. Right, enough of all this
unless anyone else wants to say anything?"

"Just one thing Skip."

"Yes Andrew?"

Andrew stood up with everyone looking at him and only Scott guessing "shit"
was on its way. Andrew cleared his throat.

"You will of course not have forgotten you have an American on board, your
very own weapon of mass destruction and I can assure you all my dear Brit
and Icelandic gay men, boys and ladies, NO pirate will get anywhere near
the Jean when they realise I am..." He didn't finish, Jerry got to him
first followed by quite a few more and beat the crap out of him. Marcel and
Jon waited to make sure they were on top of the pile so they would not get
crushed and looked so sweet as they landed on top with their combined light
weight. Scott and Paul sat in their seats listening to the screams coming
from under the mass of bodies for help. Gradually they got off him and by
the time Jerry got to his feet everyone looked at Andrew who was flat on
his back fighting for air with only his thong left on and showing him in
all his glory, he looked stunning! Scott got up and stood over him. "Well
said Andrew, let this Brit get you out of here." He pulled him to his feet
and they went out together with Scott laughing his head off and Andrew
telling him he was resigning and all of them looking at his fantastic bum
until Scott spoilt the view by putting his hand over it.

"Oh my goodness, Andrew is absolutely beautiful. Hope it's not too long
before he says something else stupid."

REGGIE!


Scott took Andrew in his arms still laughing and Andrew sort of joining
in. They of course snuggled in kissing when Andrew pulled away and looked
up at Scott. "Hold me." Scott did as he was told and took Andrew in hand
smiling at the advanced state of erection.

"I don't know who it was, but one of those sods had a good fiddle when they
were trying to beat me up."

"Really? Right, I'm not having that!" Scott grabbed the mike off its hook.

"All crew, all crew, who ever it was touching up our weapon of mass
destruction would he, or she, go and wash their hands immediately, thank
you." Before Scott could switch off the crew also heard; "FUCK OFF LIMEY!"
George laughed with the rest of them and knew he had at least one secret to
take to the grave with him and at the same time thought about Jerry naked
in the showers after their gym sessions in London.


As previously arranged they all met in the crew lounge for one last drink
together at 9pm before settling down for the night. There would be no more
drinks until they got to Cyprus.

Scott and Andrew came in last and a huge cheer went up just for Andrew. He
smiled back and told them he had retired from being a weapon of mass
destruction and was now, "ordinary, like you lot." He and Scott got to
their couch and settled down with Scott's arm around Andrew's shoulders, in
fact just like everyone else apart from Jerry and George of course.

It was a lovely couple of hours and not one mention of the coming months,
just friends together having a drink and watching Marcel and Jon still in
their very short shorts and half sized tops cuddled up together and just
listening to the others as they talked. They were the first to say
goodnight and go to their cabin. They were applauded and cheered all the
way out.

As normal when in port Scott and Paul went out and carried out a deck check
before securing the last hatch. They were on the bridge for a last check.

"I haven't told you why you making me first officer is so important
Scott. When I was in the navy I found out I had been recommended for
officer training, but had already applied for selection into the SBS. My
boss told me the offer would still be there and if I wasn't selected I
would still be considered for the officer thing. I was in a bit of a
dilemma really as the SBS would be very difficult to get into, but I could
just walk into the other offer. Still, I went and its obvious how it turned
out and I loved my time with the unit, but always wondered if I would have
made it as an officer. Now I am thanks to you and I feel I have achieved
all that I wanted. Thanks again Scott."

"It's not exactly Royal Navy though Paul."

"No it isn't, but let me tell you, the Jean is as good as any ship I sailed
with. Scott, at the risk sounding a complete creep, you don't know how good
you are and for many reasons, one of them being you have selected a first
class crew and together we will do a great job. We will get our critics if
we make the news, but let me tell you, I have never been more confident in
anything I have been involved in and that's quite a lot."

"Going to tell me what you have been involved in Paul? Of course I know you
have the Military Cross."

"Not allowed to Skip, but a book has been written about my unit and
although none of us is identified, I can assure you I'm in it. It comes out
sometime next year apparently."

"I will rely on you getting a copy and thanks Paul, I'm as confident as you
are and one of many reasons you are our first officer. I more or less knew
you would be at your final interview. Right, we each have a junior member
of crew to take to bed, Andrew will already be in the shower I'm sure."

"Tommy will definitely be in bed. G'night Skip."

"G'night Paul."


Paul closed the door and went over to the bunk knelt down and kissed his
man and at the same time slipped his hand under the duvet. "Seems your
ready my man. Do I shower or suck first?" Tommy smiled at him and kicked
the duvet off.

Two cabins away two very clean and horny 18 year olds were engaged in
kissing the life out of one another. Jon was on top of Marcel and after
some time like this and without a word, Jon sat up and lined Marcel's cock
to his back door and slowly began to sit on it. After getting used to the
invasion, he sat on the whole 7.5 inches and both boys were once again
joined together and would remain like that for a very long time while Jon
slowly pulled back as far as Marcel's cock head and then even more slowly
back down.

Captain Scott Peterson and Second Engineer Andrew Bushman were naked which
was rather wise as they were in the shower. Both men had massive hardons
due to the attention each had given the other by washing a cock of great
interest and a certain amount of blowing. Andrew sucked once more and stood
up. "I'm ready."

The Captain turned the former weapon of mass destruction round at the same
time as Jon was lining Marcel up. They would never know that both captain
and his first pilot would enter both of their boyfriends at the same time
and also cum together as well, but not for some time yet.

Neil was in the bunk on his lap top writing his new gay story while Colin
was between his legs on his elbows teasing Neil's man bits with his tongue.

"Do you know Neil I think you have the best cock in the world and I don't
mind if you shove it up my bum."

"Shush, I'm writing my story and got to where a couple of blokes are just
about to have sex. Do you want me to read it to you?" Colin climbed back up
and laid next to Neil. "This had better be good." He laid on Neil's
shoulder and waited to be impressed.


"Donald looked at his client who seemed to be a little nervous and tried to
take some of it away by telling him how good looking he was and even better
in the flesh than in the photo's on the chat line. He went to him and
kissed him and indeed he did relax and kissed Donald back.

"Fuckin hell, you fuckin kiss well good Donald, get yer shit orf, then get
mine orf before I cums." Donald did as he was told and within a minute they
were both standing naked. Donald stood staring at his client and could not
believe the size of him and fought hard to control himself.

"You like what you sees then Donald?" Donald was a male prostitute of few
words, including now, he did not trust himself, instead he got on his knees
and took all 3.5 inches into his mouth.

"Oh FUCK that's good me old mate, keep suckin, it aint goin to take long."
Half a dozen blows later the 3.5 inches dripped and one shot fell out
leaving the client gasping for breath.

"That it?" Asked Donald.

"Yeah, best I cum for ages, thanks Donald, I will book you again when I am
free." Donald made a mental note not to be available, that was until he was
paid. He looked at the ten twenty pound notes and looked back at his
client. "What about tomorrow?"

"Nah, sorry mate, its Sunday and a busy day for us Archbishops."


There was a long pause while Colin stared at his love.

"Neil that's the biggest load of shite EVER! Just a waste of fuck time, its
put me right off."

"So you don't think its much good then? I had another 20 chapters lined up
and it all ends with Donald and the Archbishop getting married after he was
defrocked by the church and Donald." Colin laughed and could not stop.

"You're thinking of that party again aren't you?" Neil started laughing as
well.

"Yes, the one we went to as nuns and we both thought it was us underneath
the habit until I saw you at the bar! We never did find out who they were,
but I'm sure it was those twins."

"Or maybe Donald and the Archbishop?" They laughed a lot more then cuddled
in close and fell asleep. They would not make love now until they were well
on their way.


Meanwhile in their separate cabins Jerry and George wanked off and came
together into the ever ready tissues in bucket loads with each in the
others mind. They cleaned up, switch the light off and they too fell slept.


Reggie and Freddy laid close together finishing off the cross word and when
that was done Reginald kissed Freddy and said good night. Freddy on the
other hand had different ideas.

"Don't even think about it mister. I need you to fuck me first." He turned
on his side and waited for his partner to carry out his order. For the
goodness knows how many times Reggie entered Freddy and after a dozen
strokes he blew up inside his love as Freddy finished himself off.

"Thank you Reggie, very nice! Now we can sleep, love you."

"Love you too Freddy, goodnight and hope you remembered it's our 24th
anniversary next week." Reggie cuddled Freddy knowing he would have
forgotten. Reggie fell asleep while his partner laid there wide awake and
telling himself he was in big trouble. A week before all anniversaries
Reggie always gave him a hint and he could nip down to the shops and get a
card and a bottle of his favourite wine. "Fuck! Get out of this Freddy!"


Paul came out of the shower and got on his knees and kissed Tommy and at
the same time stroked his lovely 6 inches. "Ready?"

"Stupid question, I always am." Paul lifted his petit man off the bunk and
literally sat him on his cock while he wrapped his arms around his body and
Tommy holding tight around Paul's neck. Tommy took the whole lot in while
Paul walked around the cabin fucking the man he was so deeply in love
with. As he got closer he laid Tommy back on the bunk and finished the pair
of them off, Paul cumming a massive load into Tommy and Tommy exploding all
over his and Paul's body.

After a lot of kissing, Paul took them both into the shower and after a
clean up went back to the bunk and settled down for the night.


"I'm coming Jon! Oh fuck I'm..." Jon had raised himself so Marcel could
stroke into him and delivered the contents of his balls into the boy of his
dreams. As Marcel off loaded Jon also came and shot all over the first
pilot. He collapsed onto Marcel and they kissed for a while until both of
them fell asleep, stuck together.


Scott was close and told Andrew he was about to cum. Andrew was just ahead
of him and shot all over the shower door. Scott seeing that also blew up
and held Andrew tight to him as time and time again he ejaculated filling
Andrew to over flowing. Andrew stood up with Scott still inside him and
twisted his head around so they could kiss.

After some time Scott turned the shower back on and withdrew. They washed
one another again and after drying off went to their bunk, snuggled in and
after a lot more kissing, they too fell sleep.

The crew of the Lady Jean Peterson were at peace as they slept. Oh, nearly
forgot, apparently Jan and Paulina got up to some "stuff" as well.



It was an entirely different looking crew who sat eating breakfast as they
were now in day uniform and going through all the routines that needed to
be done before sailing in three hours' time. Engines start up and full pre
sailing checks, weather reports and of course the helicopter pilots who
were shoving the last of their bacon and eggs down so they could get to the
hanger in good time.

Jan, who always needed to get her priorities right asked Colin and George
what was for dinner.

"Roast lamb."

"Plenty of mint sauce?"

"Oh shit! Did you order it George?"

"No."

Jan stared at them "This ship will not sail without it. I will strap myself
to the bow and the Jean won't be able to go anywhere."

"In that case we have a ton of it Jan."

"Good for you." With Jan's priority sorted out they all left after clearing
the table and went about their work.


At exactly 8am Scott ordered the last two ropes in and he took the MV Lady
Jean Peterson away from the dock. They were on their way at last. As they
cleared the harbour he gave out three blasts on the powerful twin horns and
got many back wishing them a safe sailing.


The sailing would take them a month as they would often sail at no more
than 5 knots and altering course many times while exercising against
practice pirate attacks and also stopped while retrieving Marcel and Jon
who had been volunteered to be "men over board." Fire fighting exercises
were many including several at night when only two crew were on watch. Paul
loved this and was having great fun as he called out yet another practise.


All the crew were on the bridge waiting for Marcel's helicopter to be
started up. When he was satisfied all was well, he pushed it out onto the
flight deck and took off. Jan and Freddy launched out of the stern in the
boat and went off to the starboard side 300 yards and waited to be water
bombed by Marcel. He carried out 12 attacks using only one container at a
time and the results were better than any of them thought they would be,
both Jan and Freddy came back on board looking very red! After a hose down
all the dye rinsed off. Everyone was happy.

While Jon's machine was down below being fitted out, he flew Marcel's
helicopter with fairly good results, but had a long way to go to get to
Marcel's standard.

"You will be as good as me soon Jon."

"I know I will, meanwhile go back to sucking!"


Jerry had filmed the whole exercise and was going down to his shack to put
together a training DVD and asked George if he would like to go with him to
see how it was done.

The film shack was very small and loaded as it was with equipment it only
left room for Jerry's seat in front of the desk and so George had to stand
behind him. Jerry got to work and impressed George as he watched Jerry go
through the film and after editing, it was finished. Jerry on the other
hand swore a couple of times as he made some mistakes.

"What's up?"

"Nothing." He lied. George standing close behind him was putting him
off. He looked up at George and they smiled at one another. He carried on
and cussed again when he made another mistake.

"Shall I go Jerry, I may be putting you off."

"You are, what are you going to do about it, without leaving the shack?"
Jerry swung his chair round and looked up at George with George looking
down.

"I want to kiss you."

"And I'm not going back to work until you do." They kissed.

"Your place or mine?" Jerry asked.

"Whichever is nearest." It was Jerry's. They tried not to make it too
obvious in the rush to get to Jerry's cabin and had just closed the door
when;

"FIRE FIRE FIRE! FORWARD GENERATOR COMPARTMENT! Andrew and team attend." It
was some weeks before they told Paul about his lousy timing.


Two hours later they finally got to Jerry's cabin in a much different
mood. Having got themselves so wound up in Jerry's video shack the next
step would have been rather obvious once they had arrived in his cabin, but
then Paul buggered things up and ruined the moment. They sat on the bunk
knowing full well that there would be no time for anything other than talk
as Jerry was on watch in half an hour and George would be in the galley,
but this time would not be exactly lost time, far from it.

"I hate Paul George, but I have a feeling I won't be telling him that." He
looked at George who looked back with a smile on his face. "Don't think I
will either, but I need to say something and I mean about us." Jerry sat
there and waited.

"Look, oh fuck how do I say this...? Ok just let me try. I have become more
than fond of you and NOT because we are the only singles on board either
and definitely not because I have never been in a relationship. When we met
in London those few times I can honestly say I have never felt more
comfortable and even though I would never have stopped anything happening,
I was just happy with your company and, well, just felt... Just felt very
comfortable and I can assure you, very happy! When we kissed in the shack
and came up here its obvious we would have had sex, but do you know
something? Even though Paul got in the way, I'm not pissed off, in fact I'm
thinking it could possibly have been a good thing. As far as I'm concerned
I would love us to keep talking and get to know one another better and IF
we both want to take it further, then that's what will happen. I'm going to
shut up, we both have to go soon anyway, sorry if I'm being too serious and
saying stuff you're not thinking yourself about us. I would love to know
though!" There was a long pause while Jerry thought about what he wanted to
say and how he would say it. There was not much time as he had to shower
and get ready for his watch and he knew George had to go in any case.

"George?"

"Yes?"

"We have five minutes left before we both have to go and I would not mind
spending that time kissing you and when we are off duty perhaps you would
like to come back and sleep with me? George I have also become more than
fond of you too and DEFINITLY not because we are the only two singles on
the Jean. We were single in London and like you if you had come on to me, I
would not have stopped you either, but I respect you more for not trying."
They spent the five minutes kissing and then went their separate ways to
get ready to go on watch. Two extremely happy men going about their work
with massive smiles on their faces which was picked up by the one member of
the crew that nothing would pass unnoticed, Jan.


"Hello love, had a good watch? I have had a great time." Jan went to
Paulina and held her to her massive breasts.

"Ok, what's happened?"

"Just think Jerry and George will be sitting together in the saloon from
now on and one of them will be moving cabins soon."

"That's lovely Jan and I already know you will be right, you always are and
so every thing is good on the Jean as far as relationships are concerned?"

"Oh yes love, everything is fine on the Jean and not just because of
relationships either my love. This fucking ship is the best and it's all
down to Scott. That man is everything a captain should be. When we were in
the news about the rescue there were a lot of comments about his age, but
because of the reason we were in the news there were no adverse comments
about him, but we all read what the news papers said after his interview
and I bet you a pound to a ton of shit, they hope he fails then they will
have a field day."


Scott was on the top of the bridge watching the latest practise attack with
Paul in command. The RIB tried all ways to get to the Jean and failed to
get within 200 yards of her as Freddy threw the ship all over the place to
keep the boat at their stern and the water cannons going full blast. The
massive water output was impossible to get through in the type of boat
pirates used.


They were a day and a half from Cyprus and Scott wanted the crew to have
"down time." They had trained all the way from Southampton and he knew if
they were not ready now to face attack, they never would be.


"Finish with engines and get out of uniform." Scott gave his last orders
after the Jean was secured. The next time they sailed it would be towards
the spot where his mother had been killed and that would be when Scott
would ask for the ship to "stop engines."

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