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A Voyage to Remember
A Voyage to Remember . . .by mdg._
Passionate sex can be a means of taking refuge from the sometimes harsh and frightening reality of what we don't understand, nor have control over. Or perhaps relief after coming out safely after a frightening situation.
We took on our supplies and passengers at Southampton, bound for the Canary Islands. Mine was a fine boat, a seaworthy craft, in which I had already made many runs between Southampton and the Canaries. She was a hundred and ten foot schooner build in 1880 with tender loving care on the Isle of Whyte. I being the third proud owner. Our passengers were normally a dozen or so, who preferred the leisure, and personal attention of sail, rather than the large steamers. We had a fine galley, excellent cook, elegant staterooms, not too large, but very comfortable, and a fine dining area, with gimbaled oil lamps, decorated with wine red velvet upholstery, beveled glass mirrors, and trimmed with fine mahoganies and rosewood. A very warm and cozy atmosphere for dining.
Being the owner and skipper, I greeted each of the passengers personally and showed them to their cabins. It was up to the crew to get their luggage aboard and to their rooms.
We would sail with the evening tide, crossing the Channel at night, heading south between the Channel Islands and the Coast of France, making the Alderney Race, again with the tide.
This was not the best time of the year to be leaving, late October, good chance for severe, and cold weather until we get much farther south. But, our passengers who had booked this passage weeks ago, paid well for this voyage, were determined to spend the winter months on the warm beaches of the Canaries.
Most of the passengers were couples, either married, or appearing to be, I made it a point to never question. One couple in particular stood out from the rest immediately. She was a very attractive, not beautiful, but her well mannered charm well made up for anything she lacked. Her simple beauty had the charm of angelic modesty. He on the other hand handsome, and giving the air of self indulgence, and importance. Here I smelled trouble when they boarded.
As planned, we left with the evening tide, and hoped to make our next port of call within a couple of days. I usually planned three stops along the way, with the last leg being the longest. The stops gave the passengers time to touch solid ground for a day, do some sightseeing, shopping, and a change of scenery.
The following evening, just before dinner, my problems began. He who I felt could be trouble was drinking a bit too much, getting quite arrogant, and verbally abusive with lady. Normally I don't interfere with passenger's personal problems, until it affects other passengers, which his drunken, arrogant, vulgar, abusive language and behavior was creating a problem. "I paid for our passage and I will do as I please," he slobbered loudly in his drunken state. "And I want another bottle set on the table,"
"You've had enough for tonight," I said, politely, but without question, that he was not getting anymore whiskey, which infuriated him even more. After listening to his vulgar abusive shouting for a few minutes, and a glass thrown across the galley, I had enough. By this time, two of the crew came below, hearing all the commotion, since I had already warned all the crew to keep an eye on him.
"Let me put it to you this way, sir," if you continue, don't calm down, and start behaving like a gentleman, I WILL cuff you to a crew bunk in the forepeak, and you will remain there until I put you ashore and turn you over to the authorities in the next port. Is that clear?"
For the moment, it got his attention, and he mumbled something to his lady, and went to their cabin.
By the time we cleared the Channel Islands and were now well into the Atlantic, the winds, and seas picked up, to moderate west southwesterly gales, making it a bit rough on the passengers below.
Eighteen hours so far into this storm, and getting stronger, no easing. Three in the morning, the time when I like to be on the helm. The sails well trimmed for the conditions, give the crew a chance to take care of their chores below, and rest. A cold, wet, dark night. Temperatures near freezing, getting washed by the cold spray of the seas, wind howling, rain blowing near horizontal, could barely see past the mainmast, not a nice night to be standing here, watching, compass, sails, seas washing over the gunnels, with a good heel.
Well, for a moment I though I was hallucinating, a figure coming towards me, stumbling, swaying, clothing flaying wildly from the strong winds.
As the form approached closer I could see it was the drunken lady. She was getting thrown all over the wave washed deck, and I could not let loose of the helm to help her, and risk putting the boat and others in danger. Somehow she managed to make it to me, grabbed hold of my slicker and pulled herself to me, completely soaked from rain, seas. In her long dress, heavy coat, head wrapped in several shawls, sea drenched hair covered most of her face.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing,?" I shouted, to be heard over howling wind and waves crashing to the boat. "You can NOT stay up here. It's much too dangerous, and I can't be watching out for you. You have to go back down below. I'll get someone up here to help you get back down safely," and called by intercom below, for someone from the crew to get up there and get her safely back down below.
"I can't go back down with him," she pleaded, drenched and in tears, "he's drunk again, and throwing things at me,"
"Where did he get the whiskey,?" I demanded
"He broke the lock on the bar, and took two bottles," she said
"Shit," I said, "I WILL take care of this right now,"
"He has a gun you know," she said, almost afraid to tell me,
"Don't worry, it will be taken care of right now,"
By the time she had finished telling all he was doing below, my first mate came to the helm. I did have an excellent crew. All four of them were serious sailors, honest, easy to get along with, but also not afraid to tangle with whatever crossed them, and followed my instructions to the letter.
"Listen and listen well, " I shouted to be heard over the pounding, roaring seas and winds, "Take her below, put her in my cabin. Then get the rest of the crew, go to his cabin, do NOT knock, nothing. Just go in, pin him down immediately, keep him held. She says he has a gun. FIND IT. Do not turn loose of him. Find the gun and take him to the forepeak and cuff him to a bunk there, hands AND feet, and bolt the door. No one in except you to feed him, and check on him every couple of hours. Lock the gun in your storage locker."
"Yes sir," he replied,
"When you have that under control, come tell me,"
"Yes sir,"
"Now get her off the deck and down below, before she freezes to death."
"Yes sir," he repeated, as he held her firmly by the arm to help her get back safely on the pitching, heaving slippery wet deck.As daybreak came, I was ready for a hot shower, get the salt off my body, warm up, dry clothes, hot coffee and a nice stiff brandy to warm the body from within.
With daylight I could also now see how bad a storm we were making passage through. The dark night hid its true fury. We normally took six hour turns at the helm, and I was glad to see my mate coming to relieve me. Wet, cold, tired, hungry and the dark lonely night at the helm makes a warm dry bunk a welcome sight.
"Good morning sir," he said with a welcoming smile,
"Good morning, glad to see you. How's everything below now?" I asked
"All quiet," he said, "I fed our passenger in irons,"
"How's he doing," I asked
"Well, he's being awfully nice," he said, "and saying he'll behave the rest of the voyage if we let him go back to his cabin,"
"Not a chance," I said, without room for discussion, "we'll be in Benodet the day after tomorrow. We'll turn him over to the French police, provide funds to return him to England, and let them deal with him. I'm not having this on my boat."
"I agree sir," he said, "we've never had problems on any voyage before."
"Well, I'm going below. Keep 'er on this south southwesterly heading till noon, then take our southerly heading again. Right now we need the sea room."
By the time I got below, I was completely soaked by a wave which washed over. Ah, the thought of my warm dry cabin sounded wonderful to me.
Opened the door to my cabin, "Shit, " I thought, "I completely forgot about her being here. She'll have to go back to her cabin, I am not sleeping anywhere but in my own bunk."
There she slept, barely covered, in my bunk. Still dripping wet, I pulled the sheets over her, went and took my shower, got some dry clothes on, and had the cook bring me a nice pot of strong coffee, and my brandy. She slept right through it. "What are you going to do about that?" the cook asked
"I don't know yet," I said, "first my coffee, brandy, warm up, watch her sleep and then wake her and get her back to her own cabin I suppose,"
The cook no sooner closed the door behind him, when she slowly sat up on the edge of the bunk, wrapping the sheet around herself, still slightly drowsy in the eyes, but quite alert of mind.
"Good morning," I said "looks like you slept well and quite comfortable, even with these rough seas,"
"I have not slept that peaceful in years," she said
"Well, you need to get dressed and go back to your cabin," I said, "I need to get some sleep too,"
When I said that, she quickly slid back onto the bed, sitting on her legs, and tightly wrapped the sheet around herself, holding onto it fiercely.
"Can I please stay here with you? I'll cook, keep your cabin clean, wash your clothes, take care of you, pleeaase," she said, somewhat pleading with a fear as if I were about to throw her overboard.
"Well my dear lady," I said, "I am not in the habit of putting a man in irons, and then moving his lady in with me,"
"You don't understand, he was going to get rid of my as soon as we go to the Canaries," she said, "he only used me for the money I had for passage, and then some, which he took from me last night. Here, look in my purse. There's a bank book, it shows where I withdrew all my savings. Here, look for yourself," as she tossed me her purse, "He said he would toss me overboard if I said anything, that's why I came to you on deck last night, and would not have gone back down, if you had not sent your crew to lock him up."
I listened as she told me her side of this tale. Ever story has three sides I thought. Hers, his and the truth.
'I'll be right back," I said, "you can stay here for the moment till I get back,"
I wanted to talk to him and hear what he had to say.
As soon as I entered the forepeak, he started. With his most pleasant possible manner, pleading that I let him go back to his cabin, and that he would behave the rest of the voyage, and how he needed to get to the Canaries for his business.
"Well then tell me something," I asked, "why did you beat her last night?"
"Is that what she told you?" he asked, getting a bit irritated,
I learned a long time ago, to catch a liar, make him angry with a lie, and he will trip himself up,
"Why that lying BITCH," he shouted, "she knows I only took her along for her money and nothing else. I didn't need to hit her, I had what I wanted, and that is none of your concern. She's stupid if she thought something could come of us,"
That's what I wanted to hear, the same story from both.
"Are you going to let me go back to my cabin?" He shouted
"Early morning we'll be in Benodet," I said, "and I will turn you over to their immigrations, along with your belongings, gun and funds to ship you back to England,"
"I have money," he said, "you can have it, if you take me to the Canaries,"
"How much do you have?" I said curiously
"Eight thousand pound,"
"Let me see it," I said as he reached in his shirt and pulled it out,
"Thank you" I said, as I took it from him, "this will reimburse the lady for her troubles,"
"You BASTARD," he screamed, "you no good BASTARD,"
"For once you got it right," I said with a chuckle, "My mother and father decided to marry after I was born,"
And there I left him, cussing me long after I closed the door behind me.
Back to my cabin, she still sitting there on the bunk, wrapped tightly in that sheet, back pressed hard to the back of the bunk, that no one dare ask her to move from there.
"Well here you are," I said handing her the money, "here is what he still had on him."
"You take it," she said, "I don't want it, just please let me stay with you. I have never felt so safe and warm as I do here. I have no one, nowhere to go. I feel warm and safe with you here."
"I don't want your money," I said, "that would not determine whether you stay or go,"
She was getting to me, and I think she knew it, as she laid back down, covered herself, making herself cozy against the padded back of the bunk, very obviously making room for me near the front of the bunk. It wasn't so much her pleading which was getting to me, rather a soft warm look in her eyes which was the complete opposite of what I saw in her face when she first boarded, not to mention that I have been at the helm most of the night, chilled to the bone, and too tired to continue this discussion or dispute it.
I poured myself another brandy, lit a cigarette, I could relax, with my first mate at the helm, the boat was in better hands than my own. I just sat back in my chair, staring at I don't even know what. Finally I could stay awake no longer, took off my clothes, all but my shorts, I couldn't get them off with the heavy pitching and heaving of the boat in those seas. I was being thrown around trying to stand, and just fell onto my bunk. It didn't take long for me to fall fast asleep. Her warm soft body pressed to my back, her soft hand gently rubbing my back. That's the last thing I remember, until she was trying to wake me, gently but with determination.
"Someone is knocking on your door," she said, "they're calling you,"
No one ever knocked, they normally just barged in. I supposed her being there changed their manners for my privacy.
I stumbled out of my bunk, opened the door. "What is it, ?" I asked
"We're about an hour out from the outer buoy to Benodet harbor," he said
"Thank you, I'll be right up, " I said, "Q and courtesy flags ?"
"Done sir," as he left,
Getting dressed, grabbing passport, ships log, papers ready for customs, immigrations,
"What about me,?" she asked, "can I stay? Pleeezze."
"Well, " I said, " for now I won't throw you overboard, so get dressed," as I closed the door behind me,
"Yeesss," I heard through the door as I headed to the galley.
"Please go make sure all our passengers are awake and dressed for customs and immigrations to board," I told the cook,
"Done, skipper," he replied quickly
"My, aren't we efficient this morning."
"Well we figured you needed the rest, and decided to get things ready,"
"Well thank you," I said, "and all of a sudden you knock without barging before coming into my cabin?"
No sooner tied along quay side, when customs and immigrations came aboard. And then the explanation, which was all documented in my log book, of why one passenger was in shackles in the forepeak.
Well it didn't take long for the police to be involved. As it turned out, he was wanted for a failed armed robbery attempt in England where one guard was seriously wounded. They neatly hauled him away, still cursing me,
"You sorry BASTARD," he screamed as they loaded him in the police van.
"Bastard,? Yes." I thought, "Sorry ? No, I'm not sorry at all."
"What now?" asked my mate,
"For now, stow sails, tidy up, fill the potable water tanks, go ashore, relax, we'll be here till that storm out there eases a bit. Tell our passengers that anyone who intends to spend the night in town please tell us now so we don't feel like we need to go looking for them."
"I suppose you're staying aboard, are you." he said, not asked,
"Do me a favor,?" I said
"What's that,"
"Stay out of bar room fights. I'm not in the mood to bail you out of jail at three o'clock in the morning again," I said as I headed back down below,
"Aye Aye skipper," laughing, with a comical salute, teasing me more than I just teased him,
Back to my cabin to relax and see what's brewing there.
"Well, well, she has been busy in a very short time," I thought as I opened the door.
The table small round table well set, with light meal, my personal wine opened, only one oil lamp lit, portholes closed to outside light, flowers on the table, the whole cabin smelling not of the sea, rather a delicate spicy perfume. For the first time in a few years, my cabin neat, clean sheets on the bunk, properly made, I almost didn't recognize my hovel, especially in the dim light. And there she stood, fresh, such an imperceptible warm smile hovered about her lips which seemed to be a reflection of a pure and lovely soul, wearing only a thin translucent sleeveless pink tunic. Her figure barely silhouetted by the oil lamp on the bulkhead from behind her. Was this a well considered place she chose to stand and welcome me?
"She had help here," I thought, "only the cook knows where my wine, foods, and flowers for port are kept. Looks like someone else is glad she has not yet been thrown overboard,"
"Since we're not going ashore, " she said, "I thought we'd have dinner here,"
"It didn't take her long to come to 'WE', and make herself at home," I thought, "and well planned,"
I no sooner took off my jacket, kicked my boots to the corner, sat down, she had the coat hung up and the boots stowed, pouring me a glass of wine.
"If you keep fluttering over me like that," I said, " I will throw you overboard. Now please come sit down, relax, let's eat, talk," pouring her a glass of wine, as she came, quickly and plopped herself in my lap, arms wrapped around me, a mild cuddle, cheerful giggle.
"I meant sit on a chair," I thought,
I learned a long time ago that it is near impossible to resist a woman who is genuinely pleased to be with you. She was definitely breaking me down. Soft warm thighs I could not help but notice, tucked close to me, the sweet delicate scent of her perfume, body pressed close to me as she wrapped her arms around my neck gave me no choice but to get my arm around her waist, or get it crushed between us.
Taking a good long drink of my wine, trying to digest all of this of the past few days, as she took a sip of hers.
Her arm still wrapped around my neck, she set down her wine, took mine from my hand, set it on the table, buried her face to my neck, warm moist lips barely touching, slowly placed my hand on her breast and held it there,
"Will you make love to me tonight," she said in such a soft, melting, yet uncertain voice.
Her soft warm body, that alluring scent of her perfume mixed with her natural scents, and her whispered words. I had just shipwrecked, and was liking it. This could not be answered with simple words, only the taste of her lips, from which these words came would answer the question. I had kissed and I had kissed, but this was a kiss, more than I was prepared for. It came from her soul, a kiss such as that which has driven kings to wage wars. With that entangled embrace I laid her back on the bunk, her arms not releasing that hold around my neck. From my lips pressed to her sweetly scented neck, at her coaxing I began such a slow, fastidious caressing exploration with savoring lips of every inch of her delectable, succulent body, discovering and retracing my way along her aroused breasts, lingering with delicate tip of tongue on her pert nipples, leaving trails of moisture from my hungry lips along her belly, over her navel, to her anxiously waiting, tender weeping pussy, guided by the sweet taste of her hot quivering flesh, her sighs and soft moans of pleasure. A tasty voyage of such 
great pleasure, I would have been a fool to brush aside. I could not keep my sudden greed for her desiring tamed. The more I indulged, the more she desired, as I was being drawn into her giving need to be desired. I was being sucked into a whirlpool of hot, greedy lustful passion.The taste of her torrid arousal nectars to my lips was more than any aphrodisiac I heard of. The gentle swaying, rolling of her hips to my probing tongue, her soft, warm damp thighs, she brushed so slowly in pleasure received to my cheeks as I delved with hungry drooling lips, exploring tongue amidst the tender pink folds of fluttering flesh. What a delicious pleasure, lingering without haste in her fiery arousal, savoring all her flowing steamy sweetness, that she was in no hurry for me to venture farther.
"thhheeerrrre," she whispered "right theeerree," delicately guiding my head with her gentle hands, rocking her hips to my greedy, slobbering mouth, wanting all her delight.
"more like th-th-thaaaat," she whimpered, as I sucked on her clitty, rolling with firm tongue beneath its exposed crest, sending sudden shivers through thighs pressed tighter to my cheeks.
"jus-just like th-that, l-like th-that, ya-yes, don't, don't stop," she pleaded in her trembling, stuttering voice, sporadic short shallow breaths the more rapidly my tongue flicked over her now so very sensitive clit.
"aaachhhhhh, th-th-that f-feels wond-der-fulllll, phffff, phfffff," her breaths quicker, shallower, slurring words pleasure I no longer understood, barely heard by her hot, wet from arousal sweat thighs squeezing, wrenching tighter and tighter around my neck, thrusting her hips in short violent jerks the more eagerly I engaged her clitty, releasing a flood of juices, creamy nectars to my chin with each more explosive quake of her body, like a hot torrential storm from within her. With one powerful, sudden grasping of my head, thighs crushing around my neck she rolled to her side, my lips firmly to her clit, doubled over as though to pull me into her depths, quaking, quivering as violent as any storm I had known.
"gggrrrrrrcchhh, aaauuuucchhhhhhhh, cha-cha-cha-cha," I barely heard, feeling all the intensity of her crushing orgasm, wondering if I would survive this storm. Such a delicious sweet nectar flowing like a flood from within her all around my face as she continued flexing her thighs, drenching me, her thighs, my hands holding her soft wet trembling hot flesh. Her soft sighs, moans of delight, slowly rolling from side to side, as if massaging her shivering pussy on my lips, and slowly released her crushing grip around my neck, pulling my up to her chest, again lightly wrapped her legs around my back, a warm tender cuddle with her entire body, and gently wiped her flood from my chin, in such a slow, pleased manner.
"When I get like that," she said, with a bit of a guilty grin "you're on your own. You'll have to fend for yourself, and take me when you can to please yourself," as she dozed off into a quiet sleep, resting my head on her soft warm moist belly, still between her thighs, and one very aching, throbbing erection that sleep would have been impossible. "She said to fend for myself before she dozed off, " I thought, and in order for me to sleep I would have to. Sliding myself up slowly along her warm, wet sleeping body, not to wake her, yet. I knew if she woke now, I would have to wait, and that would not be pleasant for me. Moving up over her smooth relaxed body was arousing me beyond measure, such an erection as never before, anticipating entering her hot, wet relaxed pussy. Now or never I thought as I quickly rammed it in her to its length and slowly rocked on her probing in her wet heat. Eyes still closed, her arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight to her as I came with several quick, grinding thrusts, her pussy gently flexing around my throbbing cock as I collapsed on her, relieved, relaxed.
"That was nice," she said, "feeling you pleasing yourself in me like that," delicately pushed me off to her side, wrapped herself around me, and just as quickly feel back asleep.
Early morning I woke early, to check on crew, passengers, that hopefully they all made it back in time to leave with the tide for our next leg of the voyage.
Walking to my mate's cabin, to make sure he had made it back, he came from his cabin, dressed, but looking a bit ragged around the edges.
"Good morning skipper," he slurred through well bloodshot eyes,
"Good morning," I replied, "looks as though you had a good time in town,"
"Aye, that I did," he said, "and I have a request, if I may,"
"What's that?
"I have brought a lady onboard, who I would like to accompany me for the rest of the voyage, with your permission of course,"
"One fine lady must have finally gotten to him," I thought, because he was not above throwing them over the side as we left port, in the past, if they decided they wanted to remain.
"Well, " I said, hesitantly, "yes, but with a few conditions you will agree to,"
"And what might they be,?" he asked,
"For one, YOU are responsible for her safety, behavior, and return to her home port if she decides, AND, she will help in the cabin for her stay." I said, not leaving room for barter on that, "agreed?"
"Aye," he said, "agreed. Thank you skipper, now let me get to my duties,"
"One question though,?" I asked
"And what might that be,"
"After all these years of never tying to any, what made you decide to attach her,?"
"Well sir, I did get in a bit of a scuff last night with a few fisherman, and let me tell you, she quickly came to my aid, she can certainly carry her own," he said proudly of her ability to swing punches, "and I might add, she could suck the barnacles of an anchor." with a grin, as he walked off to his duties,
"Well," I thought, "that explains it. She must have sucked the barnacles of HIS anchor last night."
to be continued /
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