HIGH SEAS SERIES
Copyright © 2015
by Charles W Bird
by Charles W Bird
This story is a fictional account of a period that begins immediately after a brief but brutal war that began as a sneak attack by violent Islamists in an attempt to wipe out the entire non-Muslim cultures on The Earth. While the story is completely fictional, actual names, characters, places and incidents that might coincide with actions, places, people or events have been changed to protect both the innocent and the guilty or are the product of my imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The story depicts the life of one man and his family who, along with friends of his children, survive on a Pacific island after a wild ride across the Pacific Ocean on their Grandfather's converted Navy Minesweeper, a leftover from the Post 9/11 wars in the Middle East. It had been an experimental prototype that never saw service in the conventional as Naval Authorities did not believe a mine sweeper that was powered by a prototype boiler and steam engine could operate in the modern world.
DEPARTING SAN DIEGO
Bill Jamison and his sons had spent every spare moment over the prior three years converting his own father's mad purchase of a Navy Mine Sweeper that the Naval Authorities refused to accept.
The little minesweeper had a conventional mine sweeper hull, but was powered by a flash boiler and a reciprocating steam engine. The builder's manual said the small ship was capable of fifty knots and was designed for a sustained operation of more than fifteen thousand miles without refueling.
The Navy had rejected the builder's claims as nonsense and put the ship up for sale in an attempt to reclaim some of their development money. His Father had spotted the sale in a newspaper right after he had sold his seven thousand acre farm near Bakersfield, California in preparation of retiring and spending his remaining years cruising on the ship he had purchased. He had no idea what ship and it was not until he saw the advertisement that he knew what he really wanted.
Bill had been raised on that farm and had seen to it that his sons had experienced farm life every summer after his wife, Helen, had passed away from cancer. The hard work and the activity had helped each boy come to terms with their Mother's death and it gave him the time to accept that she was gone.
Bill's youngest son, Jack had just graduated from High School and planned to become a Mechanical Engineer. He planned to follow Bill into the profession and join him in the Family Company, making it Jamison & Son Engineering.
That the boy was a mechanical genius was evident, he had, almost single handed, rebuilt the boiler and steam engine of their new boat, which they had named The Jamison Explorer. Jack had made several improvements to the propulsion system and their trial runs had proved that the builder's claims were correct.
They planned to take the small ship out, right after the Fourth of July Holiday and would be back in time for Jack to enter his freshman year at the University. Since the older three boys were also attending the same University, it would be a "family affair".
Bill planned a cruise to Hawaii and they would be back in time for the boys to either enter or return to school in mid-September. Since the ship was fairly large as private ships went, he told the boys they could each invite a friend to come along.
Jack had "come out" to his family that spring, announcing that he was gay. While Bill felt sorrow for his son, knowing he was going to have a hard life, he felt no animosity about Jack's announcement.
Jack's brothers only nodded their heads and said, "It's about time!" They had known for some time that their "baby" brother was gay and they had no problem with it. Besides, it meant less competition for them!
Their Grandfather, Owen Jamison, required some time to understand his youngest Grandson, but he realized the courage and strength of character that it took for Jack to make his "announcement". He might not completely understand, but, by God, he would fight to the death to protect the boy and any boy whom his grandson had discovered as his ‘intended"!
They were working over the weekend at the end of June, to be ready to sail on the First of July. Bill and Jack were down in the Engine Room, checking the engine and boiler over. The engine was a prototype, hand built by its inventor. It was more like a conventional diesel engine than the popular conception of a steam engine. The boiler, also, was unconventional. It was a "Flash Boiler" that was rapid firing and could change steaming rates as fast as an automobile could change highway speeds.
Grandpa Owen was on deck, enjoying a cold brew and the other three boys were up on the bridge, where they could see the activity in the busy harbor. James was fiddling with the Emergency Broadcast Radio and the two other boys, Roger and Billy were using the binoculars to oogle a group of girls sunbathing on a nearby boat.
Suddenly, the red light on the Emergency Radio lit up and a broadcaster said, "ATTENTION, ATTENTION, WASHINGTON, DC HAS SUFFERED MULTIPLE NUCLEAR BLASTS. OTHER CITIES ON THE EAST COAST ARE BEING HIT ALSO. THERE IS NO FURTHER INFORMATION AT THIS TIME, PLEASE STAY TUNED TO THIS STATION FOR ANY FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENTS"
The boys screamed for their Father, who came running up the ladder at a dead run, just as the announcement was repeated. They were all stunned and wondered what was taking place.
The announcer came on again and reported that Memphis, Atlanta and St. Louis were under attack! Bill made an instant decision, he hollered, "Get yer stuff boys and get back here as fast as you can, we are getting the hell outta Dodge!"
Jack asked, "Can we ask a friend to escape with us?" Bill instantly thought, "Oh, Oh, has he made his choice already?" He shouted, "Yeah get back to the house and get what ya' need and get back here in a hour, we are gonna scoot this barge outta here just as soon as we can!"
The boys all jumped in their cars and went squealing out of the parking lot at full throttle. Bill was patting himself on the back that, just two days before, the ship had been completely stocked with food, water and a boat load of medicines.
There were not a lot of fresh foods on board, but he was sure that all the stores would be madhouses by now. The freezer was full to the overhead and the dry goods compartment was so full, there was likely not even enough room for a mouse!
He hoped the boys remembered to pack their clothes and personal needs. He grabbed his own Dad and headed to Owen's house to get the things his father needed.
Jack was the first to return, his car was filled to overflowing with a jumble of clothes, books and personal "stuff" for two young men. Josh Campbell was sitting on the passenger seat, wide eyed and his face pale in fear as Jack was taking the corners on two wheels in his new Mustang.
Josh had lived next door to them for years until his parents divorced and he was forced to live with his father and his father's new girlfriend. They all knew the new girlfriend hated Josh for some reason and made the young man's life a living hell.
They all learned later that Josh had made the mistake of admitting to his father and the girlfriend that he was gay and loved a boy named Jack Jamison, his classmate in High School.
The two young men hurriedly carried everything from Jack's car onto the ship and dumped it in the stateroom that Jack had said was his. They returned to the pier and Jack parked his car in the parking lot.
Next to arrive was his oldest Brother, James. Jimmie has talked his girlfriend Carol Florence into coming with them. Jimmie had his sedan filled to the overhead with clothes and "girl stuff". Jack and Josh helped them carry it all onto The Jamison Explorer.
Roger and Bill, Jr. arrived at the same time with their girlfriends Betty Williams and Jill Eggers. Both girls were long time girlfriends and were well known to the family.
As the last of Roger and Bill's "stuff" was brought on board, William and his Father, Grandpa Owen returned with their clothing and four very heavy suitcases.
Bill was very secretive about the suitcases, but he promised that, as soon as they were out to sea, he would explain everything. He stored the suitcases in a storage locker next to the walk in freezer. When the hatch was shut, one had to know that there was a door there, otherwise, it could not be seen to any casual observer.
They all crowded into the Bridge as Bill, Sr. turned the Emergency Radio back on. The news was worse, were that even possible. Omaha, Cleveland and Denver were in flames. Dallas and Fort Worth were being bombed and mushroom clouds were above both cities.
Bill said, "That's it, Jack and Billy, go down and start up the boiler and warm up the main engine, we gotta get outta here before the bombs reach us! Jack had helped his Dad dismantle the engine and boiler as they rebuilt it. He knew where every valve and every control was in the entire Engine Room. He took charge and started telling his older brother what to do.
Bill, Jr. (soon to be just Billy) didn't argue, he knew that his younger brother knew a hell of a lot more about the machinery on the ship than he did.
Jack pushed the flash boiler a bit hard and they had three hundred pound of steam pressure in less than twenty minutes! He told Billy (they later changed it to Bill and Billy) to start "rocking the main engine with steam to warm it up.
While Billy was warming the main engine, Jack rolled the generator. It was a smaller version of the main engine and was good for 50 kW.
When the generator was ready, Jack cut the switchboard over to the generator and ran topside to disconnect the shore power and reel in the cable. When he got back to the Engine Room, his brother had the Main Engine hot, so he hollered up the voice tube that they were ready to get underway!
Bill had his father sit on the stool in the wheelhouse and act as a spotter. Roger and James were sent out to take in the mooring lines. As soon as both young men had raised their clenched fists in signal that the lines were in, Bill engaged the Bridge Controls and backed The Jamison Explorer away from the pier.
They could see several other vessels trying to get away, but they were the first to make it to the breakwater and they never saw those vessels again.
They departed San Diego Harbor at thirty knots. Billy had "sticked" all three fuel tanks and they were all full. That gave them forty-five thousand gallons of No. 2 diesel fuel on board.
They all knew that, as soon as they were safely away, they would have to slow down to conserve fuel, it was unlikely there would be "gas stations" where they were going!
Josh stuck with Jack like a second skin. Jack had already been his lifeline at home and now it looked like he was his savior too. He had loved Jack since they had been small boys together, but it had been only recently that he had gotten up the courage to tell Jack how he felt. When Jack had confessed that he felt the same way about him, Josh had been "over the moon"!
Despite the torment his step mother put him through, Josh had a good sense of humor and was painfully honest. When he and Jack had pledged themselves to each other, he had meant, "Until DEATH!" He had no doubt that Jack felt the same way. Even though they were headed off into the unknown, he was content.
Every time Jack smiled at him, chills ran down his spine, whatever happened in the future, he was already the most lucky man in the world! The two young men would spend their entire lives in love with each other.
THE ENDLESS SEA
They got nearly a hundred miles off shore when they spotted mushroom clouds rising high into the sky. It would have to be that either Los Angeles or San Diego had been nuked, probably both of them. The emergency radio was silent and it would never utter even a "beep" again.
They set the "Iron Mike" to keep a course slightly south of due west. They all agreed that coming anywhere near Hawaii would be a terrible mistake. So they planned to head for Fiji and Samoa instead.
They all agreed to slow the small vessel down, while they had already discussed idea on how to stoke the flash boiler with wood when the diesel fuel ran out, there were few trees in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Bill ran their speed down by dialing in a lower fuel feed rate from the Bridge. When the pit-log registered twelve knots, he locked in the setting and flipped the fuel feed over to automatic.
They could hear the rush of gases going up the stack diminish and The Jameson Explorer rode much easier. As darkness closed in on them, he set the Iron Mike and they sat down to their first meal at sea.
They discussed setting up a watch rotation, they all felt there should be someone awake at all times. With ten people, it mean that someone would have a watch only every other day.
There was no need to set a watch during the daytime, although, those who had a night watch could sleep during the day. They exempted Grandpa Owen, over his strenuous objections.
They settled down to the dreary emptiness of the vast Pacific, the weather was cooperating and the sea was as smooth as a sheet of glass. They all knew that could change rapidly and that they would have to watch the barometer carefully.
Day after day they trudged across the ocean, they neither spotted any other ship, nor did the Emergency Radio let out a beep. Grandpa Owen twiddled with the radio each morning and again at night and, a few times they heard some words amidst the static, but no intelligible information could be heard. They did not attempt to broadcast as they did not want anyone looking for them.
They settled into a routine and Jack and Josh did some fishing. They hoped to vary their diet and stretch their supplies. They were not spectacularly successful, but every few days they did manage to snag some edible fish.
Not always were they able to identify the specie, but it made a welcome change in their diet and, mostly, they tasted pretty good. The girls were good cooks, as was Josh, and they had a plentiful supply of spices and seasonings.
At the speed they were making, they figured it would be about thirty-two days to American Samoa. Fortunately, the Geo-Satellites were still working, so they had an accurate plot of their course.
Both Bill and Jack were pretty good at taking star sights at night and a sunline to get a noon position, but using the satellite position gave them a sure way of checking their accuracy, however, they had no idea how low such services would continue to be available.
On their twentieth day at sea, the Emergency Radio squawked to life. It was a general broadcast sent out from the Navy Command at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. It was being sent to all Navy Ships at sea, "Naval Command has been lost, any Naval Ship at sea is to consider that our country is no more. You are authorized to find a place to make landfall and to make your own way to survival. This will be our last broadcast, the generators are out of fuel and this transmission is using the last of our batteries. Good Luck and may God Bless you all."
That was the last they ever heard from The United States Navy.
On their thirty-fifth day at sea, they spotted a smudge on the horizon. According to their charts, it had to be Samoa. It would be another day before they could identify which island they were approaching.
They were all getting tired of being confined on a small ship and were looking forward to stretching their legs that was not shifting and rocking beneath their feet.
They steamed slowly past Aunu'u Island and headed for Pago Pago Harbor. There was a tattered American Flag flying at the Container Ship pier, so they pulled in and tied up.
The pier was empty, there was not a single ocean going vessel anywhere in sight. Bill and Owen climbed up the ladder to the pier and headed for the Harbor Master's Office.
They knocked on the door and got no response, so they opened the door to a shambles of papers, forms and office supplies on the floor. There was not a person around anywhere, so they went exploring.
They finally found a native man sitting in the sun outside the building. He told them that the Americans were gone and there was nobody in charge anymore.
Disturbed, the two men walked down the road that bordered the harbor area. They saw a few children playing in the street, but no adults were in sight. They walked over to the Ferry Terminal and found one man sitting in a chair watching the shore birds swirl around. His eyes were glassy and it was obvious he was on some kind of narcotic. They could not rouse him or get any kind of response.
There was a fuel tank on the pier and Bill opened the spigot. Clean diesel poured out, so they hot-footed their way back to the ship and brought it around to the Ferry Terminal.
There was no one to pay, but they took on 2500 gallons of clean diesel. This topped off their tanks and made them all feel much better at having a good supply of fuel and their tanks full.
They spent two days hanging around the town, but were never able to find anyone in charge. They would have been happy to pay for the fuel, the mysterious" leather bags that Bill had brought aboard as they were leaving San Diego, were filled with gold coins.
They decided to head for the Capitol, Apia, in Somoa. There, they did find a "sort of" government. It was composed of a tribal council of elders. They were made welcome, but told that there were no services available, nor was there any fuel to be had. They decided to be quiet about the fuel they had gotten on Pago Pago.
There were some charts of the South Pacific area that they purchased with an old $2 gold coin. That was probably way too much, but they felt better about the fuel that had taken on board in Pago Pago.
They were looking for a smaller island, but, not necessarily a deserted island. In studying the charts, they decided to take a look at Tonga. That island had always had good relations with the United States and had nothing to attract the Muslims of Southeast Asia. It was a small monarchy and the people were Polynesians rather than Samoans or Fijians.
They spent a couple of days just resting in Samoa and enjoying fresh tropical fruits and solid land for a few days. They decided to tell the local officials that they were headed to Australia. They stood out to sea and got over the horizon before turning southeast, towards Tonga.
It was just a couple of day's sailing to the Capital City of Nuku'alofa, which was the largest town in the small kingdom. They pulled into the port and were directed to the Queen Salote Wharf.
They were met by a government official who identified himself as Mr. Le'tac. He filled out some papers and got the names of everyone on board. He asked if they had any means of self-support and, without actually showing him their stash of gold, Bill told him that they had $10,000,000 of convertible metal currency. The man did not demand to view that wealth.
He gave them copies of the papers he had filled out that he said were good for ninety days. He recommended that they establish themselves at the National Bank and, if the decided to remain in Tonga, to locate a shore side residence and apply for permanent residency.
They found Nuku'alofa to be a bustling town and everyone seemed to be very friendly. In speaking with locals, they found that they knew about the troubles in America. There were a few Americans living in Tonga who had ties to the island nation.
They spent several days exploring the capital city of Nuku'alofa and the surrounding area. To them, it seemed like paradise, the pace of living was slower than they were used to, but there was almost no crime.
They discovered however, there was one local problem, there was a large population of orphan children, mostly boys, who had jumped ship from various trading ships that frequently visited Tonga.
That did not seem to be an important problem to them, little did they know that they would soon become deeply involved with orphan boys.
They made the decision to stay in Tonga, it seemed to be an out of the way spot, where the troubles of their homeland would not find them. In that, too, they were wrong, but, by that time, they would consider themselves Tongans and would help protect their new homeland from invasion by Muslim raiders from the islands of the South China Sea.
They settled in and purchased an abandoned plantation near Nukunuku. The land was about two thousand acres and was planted in bananas, coconuts and other tropical fruits. There was a small patch of sugar cane and a large kitchen garden.
They left their ship at a boat pier in Nuku'alofa. They found that crime was almost non-existent in the country and even houses usually had no locks on the doors.
The country was reverting to horses and mules and gasoline was becoming very scarce. They purchased several riding horses, a carriage with a matched team and two heavy duty farm wagons with, four draft horses that looked like they might be Percherons.
Jack and Josh were concerned that they might be unwelcome in Tonga, but they soon learned that the native people did not care who one loved, only that they were loved! They discovered several gay couples living near their new home and that one couple was a female gay couple.
The combined family quickly settled in and began farming their new lands. They had a lot to learn, only Grandpa Owen had ever been a farmer. Bill had been raised on a farm, but he had left to become an engineer and had never returned to the farm. Farming on Tonga was quite different than was farming in the Great Central Valley of California.
Nonetheless, they hired a native man as the farm overseer and gave him free reign to hire as much help as he needed. Soon, there were row crops of plants they were not familiar with, corn (called maize there), odd looking pods and rows of vegetables. The volcanic soil was rich and crops grew rapidly there.
The Farm Overseer and his wife, Nona, took vegetables and fruits to the Saturday Market and carefully counted out the proceeds to Bill the next day, before the man and his family went to church.
A variety of coinage was in use, the official currency was Tonga pounds, but there was much American silver coinage, silver Hong Kong Dollars and even Rupees from as far away as India.
When Bill added some American Gold Two Dollar coins to the mix, the Overseer, Algo Tuan, was worried that the coins would be too valuable for the local market.
The slick traders in Nuku'alofa soon abused him of that notion, they glommed onto the coins like tight-fisted misers and they became part of the local economy. Those misers were soon in trouble, their wives had spotted the coins and confiscated them for their daughters' dowry.
TROUBLE IN PARADISE
Jack and Josh had been out watching the harvesters picking large stalks of bananas. Two small boys came up to them and said, "Pliss misters, usins gots no food, no pipples care us, un no bed sleep usins."
Both young men were totally unprepared for two of the most sorry looking, hungry boys they had ever seen. When they reached down to pick the children up, the boys cringed in fear.
Both Josh and Jack dropped to their knees and looked the two boys in the eyes. They asked, "Will you come with us, we will feed you and care for you?"
One of the boys looked at Josh and said, "no sexy t'ings us?" Josh looked shocked and replied, "NO WAY! I have my Jack and he is all I need or want!"
The child looked at them both and whispered, "Yous together, no wommins?" Josh grabbed Jack and gave him a kiss on the lips and said, "No women!" The two boys snuggled into Josh's arms. Josh and Jack were hooked and reeled in like two trout!
All the way home they worried how they were going to explain the two little boys to their family. They need not have worried, Bill just laughed and said, "Oh goody, the first Grandchildren!" Owen just laughed at said, "Bill you are wrong, the First GREAT Grandsons!'
It was not long before there were several more boys and one girl living with them. Algo Tuan laughed, "You guys are growing kids faster than I can grow bananas!"
Things went along smoothly for several months until one of the small boys came running into the house screaming in fright, "Bad mins com, bad mins com. Theys com to take us aways an' hurt ussin!"
Their English had improved dramatically, but in his excitement, Little Tobi had slipped back into his Pidgeon English that he had used on the waterfront.
Bill and Grandpa Owen were the only adults home, they sat the boy down and got him calm enough to tell them what was happening. As soon as he understood, Bill was yanking on the alarm bell rope they had rigged to ring a large bell up on the roof of the main house
The entire family came at a dead run. As near as they could determine from the frightened child, that Muslim Raiders were headed their way, probably from some place in the South China Sea.
They had brought a supply of AK-47 Assault Rifles with them and a huge supply of ammunition. They also had several crates of hand grenades tucked away in the lower hold of their ship.
Jack, Billy and Josh raced to the barn and saddled their horses for a run into town to get the ship underway. The other boys followed more slowly, while Bill and Grandpa remained behind to protect the house and the small children they had collected.
Jack was the best boat driver of the bunch of them, so Billy headed to the engine room and began winding up the flash boiler. In ten minutes, he had enough steam to roll the main engine and the generator.
Meanwhile Roger and James were digging the rifles out of the storage locker and carrying ammunition up to the main deck.
Jack eased the Explorer away from the pier and Josh was acting as lookout, while he was frantically jacking shells into his AK-47. He had a layer of hand grenades lined up on the shelf that was built into the Bridge railing.
Several Tonga policemen asked to come along, they had long rifles with bayonets over their shoulders. Jack hollered, "Sure, jump aboard, we are ready to leave!"
The soldiers looked with envy on their faces as the Jamisons made ready for war. The damned Muslims had driven them from their homes once already, they were going to make sure they did not repeat the process! It had been Muslims from the Middle East who had bombed the United States with nukes.
The Explorer surged out of the harbor as full speed, half way across the harbor, the engine came up to temperature and the boiler was firing at full fire. Jack switched on their small radar unit and they flashed out the harbor entrance at more than 25 knots!
They were sending a surge across the harbor that threatened to sink the many small fishing boats tied up at the pier.
He skidded the ship to the starboard as he caught the blip of an approaching ship coming around the Niotoua Headland. It was a sailing ship of an unusual design. Later, when he described the ship to his Grandfather, he was told that it sounded like an Arab Dhow.
The invading ship had slowed way down as it was bucking a headwind. It was apparent that they expected no opposition and their surprise was enormous as a warship, however small, was bearing down on them.
Jack screamed, "I will pass the pirates on our starboard side, get the ‘47s ready and be ready to rain the grenades down on them." The upper deck of the Explorer was considerable higher than the only deck on the sailing ship.
As the Explorer passed outboard of the sailing ship, between the AK-47s and the grenades, the invaders didn't have a chance. Not only were they outclassed, they were taken by complete surprise! Never before had they ever been met with opposition, the island had always been like a goose to be plucked.
Josh searched the invading ship with the binoculars and saw no radio antenna, so he knew that they were not able to summon assistance. They fished two sorry specimens of sailors out of the sea. They both spate on him and Josh calmly shot one of them in a single burst from his AK-47.
The other one, he clubbed into silence. He and Roger securely tied him up, leaving him bound to the portside railing as they headed back to Nuku'alofa. They did not offer the survivor water or food, figuring he probably would not live long enough to enjoy either.
None of them had noticed a small boy standing in the hatchway. It was Tobi, somehow he had sneaked aboard while they were getting up steam.
The little boy dashed up to the bound raider and kicked him in the "privates", screaming "Yous kilted my Moma and Popa, dead, nows yous gonna die! I pray it will takes a long, long times befer yous dead, dead, dead!"
The child collapsed to the deck and Josh gently picked him up and comforted the sobbing child. Tobi put his arms around Josh's neck and sobbed, "Papa, papa, yous me papa now!" Josh just hugged the small boy and called him, "Son"!
Jack cruised the Explorer around the channel outside Nuku'alofa for the better part of two hours and found no other raider ships in the area. Their radar would reach out sixty miles and there were no blips on it, other than the land mass of Tonga itself.
When they got back to their mooring point, Little Tobi was the hero of the boys on the pier. There must have been fifty young boys from the town, all cheering the Explorer. It was for them that the raiders were coming for. They had experienced the raiders before as they collected slaves.
Tobi had a grin from ear to ear as he related how his Papa had drove the boat and his other Papa had killed the raiders! His boy admirers had him repeat his story over and over as they danced in the street.
It was a story that would gain in the retelling, and, by the next morning, the men on the Jamison Explorer were walking on water and calling the wrath of the "Old Gods" down upon the slavers!
Every man on The Explorer had a boy beside him as they came ashore, asking, "Be yous Papa me?" There was not a man among them who had the heart to say, "No"! Even the King was out to thank the Jamisons' for their service to the Kingdom and to ensure that they would stay and live there permanently.
As they slowly made their way back to their farm, people lined up and placed flower leis around their necks, handed them fruits and some of the young girls even kissed them.
The next morning, when they got up, there were an even dozen boys sitting on the porch of the house, waiting for them. The boys were silent, hoping that one of these men would choose him as a boy!
There just was no way any of them could turn away, those boys had them hooked and tied. Jack and Josh ended up with four sons and a daughter! The others fared about the same, even Grandpa Owen!
THE CALM AFTER THE STORM
It took them only a short time to discover that it was common practice in Tonga and all native Polynesians, that children who had no parents would choose their own new parents.
It really didn't matter, like all Polynesian People, the folk of Tonga considered all children, collectively, their own children. It was not at all uncommon for children to just arrive at a home and become part of the family that lived there for a while before arriving at yet another home and family.
Jack and Josh, in particular, were a little uncomfortable when a couple of girl children attached themselves to them. But, the fact that they were two gay men made little difference to the girls, the two men would find girl children and boy children curled up with them in bed when they awoke the each morning.
Little Tobi worked his now famous Fathers for all they were worth among the other boys for weeks before the notoriety wore off. For weeks, he would always start off a sentence with, "My Pappas, Mr. Jack and Mr. Josh………"
Every time he would retell the story, Jack and Josh would get a little taller, shoot more raiders, throw more hand grenades until they were sure he was telling of the last World War!
To them, he was so darned cute, they didn't have the heart to reprimand him and they soon realized that such storytelling was part of the culture of Tonga.
This story will continue as the Jamison Family becomes part of the fabric of Tonga. There will be more raids by the Muslim Slavers and, as their supplies of firearms and grenades become depleted, they will be forced to develop alternatives. The supply of Raiders will not diminish any time soon.