Date: Sat, 31 May 2008 05:54:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Robinson <juzjamie20@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Atlantic Express, Ch 48

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        Atlantic Express, Chap. 48,      By justjames17.


Charles leave expired and he was informed that Foxhound was repaired and ready
for sea once again, He made his farewells to Shev and Rhami and his host Sir
Humphrey and enjoyed a last gin and tonic with Sir Humphrey while awaiting the
car to arrive from Colombo. Charles felt a little sad leaving as he'd enjoyed
the tranquil plantation and the most enjoyable sex he'd experienced with the
hot-blooded young lads and even the brief encounter with the young girl who had
sucked him off. The lads were clinging to him tears coursing down their cheeks
as the thanked him for all the great fun they had had together, the girls were
hovering in the background but didn't approach the group. Charles thanked the
lads again whispering that he had truly enjoyed their sex together and that he
hoped to return one day to have more fun.

The staff car arrived in a cloud of dust and pulled up in the driveway at the
foot of the wooden steps leading up to the veranda, the driver stepped out and
opened the rear door then stood at attention saluting as Charles climbed inside,
he closed the door and collected Charles' baggage placing it in the Humber's
boot before climbing in and driving away as Charles waved goodbye through the
open window. The trip back down the mountains was enjoyable and they soon
arrived in the swarming city honking the horn as they threaded through the
pedestrian clogged streets.

The car swept through the gates where the sentries saluted by slamming their
hands to their shouldered .303 rifles at the sight of the shiny gold braid on
Charles' cap, he saluted them back and the car wended its way to the wharf where
Foxhound lat waiting. Charles smiled at the sight of the repaired ship newly
painted in the camouflage colours for the tropical seas. The car stopped at the
brow where two of his crew stood guard, he climbed out and was saluted smartly
and as he stepped onto the sloping brow the duty petty officer piped him aboard
as the duty officer, navigator lieutenant White saluted him and welcomed him
back. White barked an order at two seamen to collect Charles' baggage as he
asked if the First Officer was on board.

Charles strolled away to check on the new turret and looked up to see the new
funnel, the dockyard seemed to have excelled themselves and the ship looked like
it was brand new. Charles was well pleased and he left the deck to go to his
cabin to change into a working uniform, Bradley beamed at him as soon as he
appeared welcoming Charles back and asking if he'd enjoyed his leave. Charles
grinned at him rubbing his crotch and said, "Excellent thanks Bradders and
everything you could desire was laid on by Sir Humphrey, it was a great break."

Bradley smiled and said, "Sounds like that cannon of yours got plenty of action
sir."

Charles grinned and said, "Less of the sir you old reprobate, you know we don't
use titles here between you and I in private. Yes, to answer your question,
there were some really delicious local lads who enjoyed male sex so it was
fantastic."

Bradley smiled and nodded as he assisted Charles out of his shore going uniform
after laying out his normal working shorts and shirt, Charles dressed and
Bradley poured him a small Scotch and water which he tossed down his dry parched
throat before thanking Bradley and leaving the cabin heading for the bridge. He
strode onto the bridge and acknowledges the salutes from the men working there,
he strode to the wind break and surveyed the deck below where men were cleaning
down the deck removing the traces of the dockyard workers. The ship was looking
ready for sea and he sent a runner to find the first lieutenant, Alan Harbury
appeared quickly and saluted Charles welcoming him back then gave him a run down
on the current state of the ship.

Foxhound was fully fuelled and munitioned and they were expecting orders at any
time, Charles thanked him and checked the logbook to see everything was up to
date. He found that the reports were all correctly entered so he filled in a
report of his returning and closed the tome. Charles sat on the bridge stool for
a while just enjoying being back on board as he watched the bustling naval base
and harbour. Charles heard a vehicle drive up to the berth and he stood up
strolling across to stand on the lookout wing and saw an officer alight carrying
a brief case and speak to the sentries who saluted and allowed him aboard.

The visitor clambered up the ladder to the bridge and saluted Charles then
opened his brief case extracting a buff coloured manila envelope and presented
it to Charles. Charles accepted it and thanked the young sub-lieutenant who
saluted him and left to return to headquarters leaving Charles to read the
orders contained. He broke the seal and pulled out the typed pages, as he read
he saw that they were to load drums of high-octane fuel and proceed forthwith to
rendezvous with two motor patrol boats for a mission to Banda Aceh on the
Northern tip of Sumatra. The fuel was to resupply the patrol boats tanks due to
their limited range.

Once off Banda Aceh Foxhound would wait offshore while the two patrol boats made
their way in shore to rescue some British and Dutch civilians fleeing from the
invading Japanese forces. Once rescued the refugees would be transferred to
Foxhound for transport back to the safety of Colombo while the patrol boats kept
them company and refuelled on route again. Charles was worried about the
refuelling at sea as they would virtually have to heave to in dangerous waters
and risk being attacked by either aircraft or submarine not to mention the risk
of fire with the highly volatile petrol on their deck.

As Charles finished reading the orders a 3ton truck rumbled along the wooden
wharf to stop alongside, several sailors climbed out and began unloading the
heavy 44-gallon drums. The first lieutenant was on hand with a work party and a
cargo sling was rigged, swung out and lowered to the wharf, the drums were
rolled onto the cargo net and then raised up by winch and swung aboard. The
drums were positioned aft near the depth charge rails and securely lashed down
for the voyage. The truck rumbled away and Charles went on deck to check the
dangerous cargo, he tugged at the lashings and found them secure so he gave the
men a well done and returned to the bridge to prepare for getting underway.

The lines were singled up as Charles rang down for slow astern on the port
engine and slow ahead on the starboard, he ordered cast of forward as the
Foxhound began to move, the bow swung out clear of the destroyer's stern ahead
then he ordered stop both engines and cast off stern line. The destroyer drifted
out from the wooden wharf slowly, he ordered slow ahead both and Foxhound began
to move ahead with hardly a ripple except for the disturbance caused by her
massive slow spinning props. She ghosted away passing the line of moored
destroyers and made her way towards the long defence boom across the harbour
entrance, the small tug huffed and puffed belching smoke as it hauled the boom
open for Foxhound to pass through then closed it behind her as her stern moved
away.

The two motor patrol boats came growling out of the small creek where they were
based and fell in one on each side of the larger vessels bow, the sleek launches
looking deadly and fast even at low speed. They gradually increased speed as
they headed out to sea, the launches revelling in the smooth conditions as their
bow waves built and three long white wakes spread out behind the small armada on
the tranquil blue tropical sea. The day passed calmly and night descended hiding
the three vessels from any spying eyes, next morning the sun rose with all three
vessels at action stations. Foxhound's guns sniffing the air as the gunnery
director and lookouts searched for any dangers, the horizon and sky were empty
of any threat so the crews were stood down and piped to breakfast leaving the
duty watch on guard.

The day passed sultry and hot, the sky hazy as the hours past and they could see
huge thunder heads building in the east as the steamed towards them. Charles
prayed they were not going to run into foul weather that would cause huge
problems for the smaller patrol boats, he decided to heave to while it was still
calm and top up the patrol boats fuel tanks for safety. He signalled them and
rang down stop engines, Foxhound's deck stilled as the big turbines slowed and
stopped, she began to drift on the current as the two wooden boats came slowly
alongside fenders out to protect their fragile hulls. Lines were cast up and
secured, as the black gang (engine room crew) appeared to carry out the fuel
transfer.

The drums were opened and the hand pumps inserted, the stokers began pumping
fast to fill the tanks as soon as feasible so they could all get underway again
before dark.

The boats refuelled they cast off the lines and all three got underway again as
the sun sank behind them, darkness fell and the eastern horizon flashed and
flickered with lightning illuminating the huge columns of cumulus nimbus. The
glassy sea reflected the sky show and what wind there was came from astern
blowing towards the vast storm filling the whole horizon ahead. Their course was
taking them directly towards this monster, would it dissipate as the night
progressed and the air cooled a little or were they in for a savage battering
before daylight?

The storm continued ahead and the wind picked up as air rushed to fill the gap
as the storm sucked more air pumping it skywards, the patrol boats began to feel
the effect of the building seas as they buried their bows into the back of the
waves throwing spray skywards. Their decks awash as they wallowed along beside
the Foxhound, Charles ordered the group to slow hoping the patrol boats would be
more comfortable, and not overstraining their cross ply wooden hulls. The
lightning flashes flared illuminating the chaotic scene as the three vessels
struggled on into the storm's centre.

The wind howling now driving spray like bullets, the two patrol boats nearly
invisible, they almost resembled submarines so low in the water were they, their
crews were all wearing safety harnesses to stop them being swept overboard and
lost. The boat on Foxhound's port bow suddenly lost power and vanished from view
as it was swept away, Charles searched the chaos but was unable to locate it in
the flying spray and spume. He prayed they were all right but they had to press
on to their objective, to rescue the civilians.

The night was a nightmare, the storm unleashed incredible turbulence and
foxhound was pounded unmercifully, the remaining patrol boat struggled on
valiantly, submerged more often than afloat she was pummelled and flooded, her
between decks were awash as the water leaked in through every seam on her deck
and superstructure. The windscreen had been torn away and one of her machine gun
turrets was demolished and swept away while a torpedo tube was bent out of
shape, the dawn found the two vessels still afloat, battered but holding their
course. No sign of the third patrol boat could be seen and they dared not use
their radios to see if they could contact it as it may alert the enemy to their
position.

They neared Sumatra as the sun dipped below the horizon and they steamed inshore
off Banda Aceh, Charles and the lookouts searched the beach looking for the
refugees, a lone figure ran from the jungle waving his arms, Charles looked
through his binoculars and saw it was a white man, he signalled the patrol boat
to close the beach. The small boat motored close in and held position as the
crew called to the man to bring the people down and begin swimming out to them.
The man called back that they would need assistance so a life buoy was floated
in with a line attached to tow the people out to the boat. Two men began
shuffling people down the white sand and two by two they were pulled out to the
patrol boat where crew helped pull them aboard.

The rescue took till well after dark but was finally completed and as the boat
began to motor out shadowy figures could be seen hurrying along the sand to stop
in a group, the sound and flashing of a machine gun could be heard and seen as
bullets raised spray near the fleeing boat. Charles observed the threat and
ordered the guns to silence the enemy, the twin bofors guns fired flinging their
rounds into the small group of troops and the sand flew as the machine gun was
silenced and the men decimated by the heavy fire. The patrol boat and Foxhound
steamed away into the night to stand well off the coast before transferring the
refugees.

The transfer was accomplished and the patrol boat refuelled ready for the long
trip back to Ceylon, the two vessels steamed away through the night and dawn
found them alone on the wide Indian Ocean. Charles tried to contact the missing
boat but no response was received, it looked as though she had foundered during
the storm. A feeling of sadness gripped the crews of the vessels, the refugees
greeted Charles when he left the bridge and entered the wardroom where they were
placed after the transfer and the leader, a British consular secretary explained
to Charles how they had missed the last boat evacuating the civilians when their
cars broke down on the trip to the port. He had used a military radio left in a
truck to put out a call for their rescue and so now they were aboard the ship.

The crew were fussing about the civilians and Charles was watching a very cute
young Dutch lad who was sitting by himself in a corner, he wondered why he was
alone and asked the Englishman what the lad's story was. He found out the lad
had been lost and left behind when his parents were evacuated and they had
picked him up on the road to Banda Aceh and brought him with them. Charles
studied the lad and saw a well-fit blond haired lad of about 17 summers, he
appeared to be well developed in all ways as he sat there in his underwear and a
blanket while his sodden clothes were being washed and dried to remove the salt.
All the civilians were wrapped in blankets awaiting the return of their clothes.
Charles looked at the young lad and smiled at him warmly, the boy looked up at
the handsome captain and smiled back at him making the dimples dance in his
smooth cheeks.


                                To be continued.