The Captain himself came out to the sun deck to find Gregor. He wasn't difficult to find. He was lying on his belly on a deck mat. Meesha crowded him on one side and Evan; the Young Master was on the other and Joe was pasted to his side. Only their bare legs, butts and most of their backs were exposed. Their heads and shoulders were covered with a bed sheet. Joe was helping the others with their first language lesson. They had the two laptop computers, with newly loaded French/English software open and running under the sheet so they could see the screens and enjoy the sun. Anton suggested that Meesha join Gregor in learning English. Meesha was still shocked when he joined the others. "He didn't order me, he merely suggested that it would be a good time to learn with you."
Gregor nodded, "Well perhaps since we've proven our loyalty, he trusts us somewhat. If he doesn't want you to hear an English conversation he'll just dismiss you from the room."
"Yes, I thought that too, but I am now to answer his phone and the first conversation was in Russian with someone. He was angered by what was said and began issuing orders to correct the problem. He enjoys using American phrases like 'terminate with extreme prejudice', the first time he said that I attempted to leave the bed," he blushed, "ER, the room, and he held me down with a shrug. After he disconnected, he told me that if I departed his presence each time he received a business call, I'd be away from him more than with him, so I was to ignore those conversations."
Gregor grinned and lowered his voice, even though Joe could hear everything easily. "And just what were you doing in his bed?"
As Meesha's color deepened, he grinned, "I shouldn't tell you, but I must since you'll be involved. It seems he's developed a fondness for strawberries and cream. After, I found myself being cuddled from behind, like you do, and I couldn't move without waking him, so I slept there. Actually, I slept very well all night, unlike with you who keep poking me, sick headache or not."
"And just how am I to be involved?"
"The Master again only suggested, not ordered, suggested that this evening it would be amusing to bypass the video system thereby making the cream very fresh." Meesha giggled at Gregor's expression.
Joe laughed. Evan administered an elbow to Gregor's ribs. "Hey, no fair. What are you two talking about?" He turned to Joe, "What the fuck are they saying?"
"They were using a dialect I'm not familiar with," Joe hedged quickly, still laughing.
"Fuck you too Joe. You understood every word." Evan pouted then frowned. "If you don't tell me I'll have you thrown," he was going to say overboard, but switched at the last second, "into the pool."
Joe laughed harder, "Not if I throw you in first!" He jumped up grabbing Evan around his waist, carried him to the pool and tossed him to Doug, before he jumped at them himself.
"Excuse me Sir," the Captain interrupted them. When Gregor didn't respond, he asked, "Gregor?" Tapping Gregor's foot gently to get his attention.
It dawned on Gregor that it was the Captain. He stood up quickly at attention with his hard six pack sucked in to his backbone. "Sir, yes Sir?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but we are ready to turn into the channel for the pass through the reef. The Master would like you at the helm all the way into the lagoon, and frankly, so would I. I'm used to driving a super tanker into ports with huge harbors, not this magnificent toy threading a needle into tiny hole in a wash basin."
Gregor blinked, the Captain was treating him as an equal and openly admitting he lacked the confidence to take Sea Song into the Dagger Cay lagoon. "Yes Sir, right away Sir." He waited for the Captain to precede him, but he just placed his hand on Gregor's back and nudged him forward, then walked at his side into the lounge. They stopped at the stairs to the fly bridge.
"Call down when you take control. I've put a man in the crows nest for you and another in the bow, anything else?"
Gregor looked back to see Meesha watching them or him with longing. They shared the same intense love of the sea and the Sea Song. "Could the boy Meesha gain some experience by watching at first, then the wheel after we're through the reef? I've had him in the bow before, he knows the course through the pinchers."
The Captain nodded and handed Gregor a head set. "As you wish. Someone must know how this is done after you leave us in the fall. The junior offices are a rather nervous lot with the Master looking over their shoulders, but completely capable at all other times. When you get your papers and take command here, I might take them with me if you don't mind. You'll require juniors with more balls if you can find them." He shrugged and headed for the central companionway.
"Thank you Sir." Gregor saluted then shouted, "Seaman Urikovich! To the fly bridge please."
Gregor could have whispered the order with his back turned and Meesha would have heard it. He skidded to a halt in front of Gregor instantly and saluted him smartly. "Sir! Yes Sir!" He snapped with a huge delighted grin.
Gregor grinned, then hissed, "Thank the Captain quickly."
The Captain waved without looking back and disappeared. They found the wheel and controls uncovered and ready. Gregor put on the head set, then looked up to the lookout who was watching them, waiting for Gregor to take the wheel. Gregor pulled Meesha in close so they shared the space behind the wheel. He activated the screens in the console then held his hands in the air over the wheel. He spoke into the mic, "Bridge, fly bridge has the con. Autopilot off, NOW!" His hands fell to the wheel, he grinned at Meesha. "Now to business. Don't depend on these screens or the lookouts to get through. Use your eyes, the watercolor is all-important the darkest blue is best, ideal. He pointed to a lighter blue. That is passable, but avoid it if given a choice. Use the screens, the lookout at the masthead and the one in the bow to confirm what your eyes and senses tell you." Gregor spoke to the bridge, "Beginning course through the reef NOW." He spun the wheel sharply. The Sea Song answered by heeling and turning. Gregor reduced speed, then increased it again when the stiff breeze started pushing them from the starboard side.
Meesha reached to the side thruster controls and looked at Gregor in question. "Would these help?"
Gregor grinned and nodded. "Excellent. Do it." The water on the port bow boiled. A shadow crossed the controls. Gregor and Meesha glanced back at the same time. Doug sat on Paul's shoulders and Evan rode Joe's. Both of them watched every movement intently. Gregor laughed up at them a second. "Welcome to MY bridge gentlemen! Controlling this big beautiful boy always gives me a hardon!" He twisted his hips slightly to prove his point. "I could do this all day, I love him so!"
After Joe translated Evan asked, "Ships are always girls aren't they?" He was looking at Doug for an answer.
Gregor laughed, "Not this one Young Master. Look to the masthead. You're family pennant, your crest; the Master's flag is a dagger. Look down on the bow it has the same broad bladed shape. The dagger is the Master's cock. This ship is a cock and I'm about to fuck this pussy reef with him." Gregor gritted his teeth, "Just about now!"
Everyone on the yacht looked down on waves crashing on the barely submerged reef and the hull at the same time. There was no dark blue water to be seen on either side unless one leaned out over the rail and looked straight down. There was no margin for error. The group on the fly bridge heard cheering. They looked down to the bow to see the entire crew not on duty laughing, waving back at them or making fucking motions with their hips.
Gregor frowned and acknowledged their praise. He couldn't remember any of the crew ever doing that before. He shrugged, took Meesha's hands and placed them on the wheel. He grinned at Meesha's surprised look. "You Meesha will now fuck the pinchers. The channel is wide and clear. Pay attention and you'll do fine." He advised the bridge, "Seaman Urikovich has the helm, NOW!" He removed the headset and fitted it to Meesha's ears before he moved to the side.
Meesha giggled with excitement, accepting the challenge without argument. "For the record, my dear Gregor, this channel is tighter than Evan's ass, but I'll manage this too."
Evan roared with laughter after Joe translated. "I'm really going to take that as a compliment I guess. What I want to know is what pinchers? I don't see nothing, anything, but a wall of rock dead ahead. If you put one scratch on this big bad boy, plan on jumping before I get my hands on you," he warned playfully.
After Joe converted that between bursts of laughter, Gregor reached out and pulled Evan over to his shoulders before he answered. "Ah, the Young Master threatens you Meesha, beware your jewels. You can't see the pinchers yet because they appear to be closed from this angle, but actually they don't match up. They're much like teeth with an overbite. As we approach, hopefully our very capable helmsman will jog to the starboard, then again back hard to port and into the opening that was blasted out of the island's coral that once formed the inner reef at some point, eons ago when the water was deeper. That's what I'd do, but of course I'm not driving."
Meesha took the instructions disguised as a joke and a history lesson with a nod that he understood. He completed the required jog to starboard and the bow pointed to one pincher. Gregor pointed to the left or port and they could finally see the narrow opening guarded by vertical twenty-foot walls of long dead coral. Meesha reversed the port jet and increased thrust. The bow swung to point at the opening. "YAHOO! I am now going to fuck the pinchers with our illustrious Master's cock in abstentia!" He cried and put the throttles down so the big yacht wouldn't be pushed from the side into the coral by unknown currents. At least that was what he told Gregor with a grin. Sea Song almost jumped into the lagoon at twenty knots. He spun the wheel hard to the right and the bow swung to point at a huge orange buoy. "Bridge! We are approaching our mooring. Bow deck crew prepare to tie up." He barked with authority.
Everyone peered down to the bow and the sudden flurry of activity. The buoy disappeared from view. Meesha watched until a sailor waved, then he reversed both jets. When Sea Song stopped her or his forward motion Meesha flipped switches to stop the turbines. Sea Song swung peacefully on the mooring, bow into the tropical breeze.
"Holy shit Meesha! You accomplished that as if you'd done it a thousand times. My congratulations, that was perfect, although a bit fast through the pinchers." Gregor slapped him on the back.
Evan thumped him on the top of the head. "That was fucking beautiful. Let's go back out and come in again, but go faster next time." Meesha looked at Evan like he was insane after he heard the suggestion in Russian. Then giggled and nodded when he understood that Evan was making a joke.
Meesha stopped laughing suddenly and snapped to attention. He covered the earpieces he still wore with his hands. "Sir! Yes Sir," he said softly, turning pale and heading for the stairs to the bridge after handing the head set to Gregor.
"Perhaps the Captain was not as impressed as we were." Joe suggested.
"I will argue on behalf of his superlative seamanship, let's go." Gregor started trotting with Evan bouncing along on his shoulders.
When they arrived on the bridge, Meesha stood at attention near the starboard deck door. The helmsman was collapsed in his chair with his eyes closed. The Captain sat in his chair, bug eyed and looking around the helmsman at the occupied owner's chair. Anton held his head with both hands, his face was hidden but he appeared to be crying his body wracked with sobs.
"Sir! Seaman Urikovich reporting as ordered Sir!" Meesha shouted.
Anton's chair moved to face Meesha. The only sound was from the small motor that swiveled the chair. Anton's face was red and there were tears in his eyes. "Seaman Urikovich, you had the audacity to ram my beautiful Sea Song through the pinchers at speed as if it was a penis entering a hesitant lover?" He asked quietly.
Meesha didn't hesitate, "Yes Master, I felt dangerous currents and thought it best to get through to calm waters quickly." Gregor nodded his agreement since it seemed to be a safe white lie. Evan and Doug leaned down to Joe so they could hear his whispered translation, then they nodded as well.
Anton saw at once he was facing a conspiracy and was delighted. "I see. Well, in the future Seaman Urikovich, if there is even the remotest possibility that you should happen to hold a position on any of my ships, and I am on board, I will beach the Captain of that vessel if he fails to place you at the helm when entering or departing a port." Anton burst into laughter. "Particularly if he fails to advise me so I may be on the bridge to watch such a stunning display of boat handling! I must say I haven't had so much enjoyment in many years."
Meesha and Gregor were as stunned as the Captain. None could recall ever seeing or even hearing the master actually laughing out loud. "Thank you Sir," Meesha stuttered.
Anton held up his headset, looked at Gregor and started laughing again. "As for you Seaman Vilasic, are you aware these are equipped with a switch for on AND off?" He looked down toward the bow. "The entire crew very much appreciated your analogy of my manhood being the dagger and the Sea Song being an erection of magnificent proportions hence a male in gender after we turned on the public address system. We are most fortunate that our guests have no facility for languages and didn't understand a word, only excited voices and laughter."
Gregor felt his whole body burning and turning red. "I am most sorry Sir, I forgot in the heat of the moment."
Anton waved him to silence while he struggled to leave his chair. "I am not, my reputation now precedes me by several hundred feet." Meesha rushed forward to help. "Thank you Meesha." He put an arm over Meesha's shoulders. "You quickly become indispensable and habit forming," his glance made the comment have double meaning. Meesha reddened. "If you are to join me in welcoming my guests to shore some clothing would be appropriate I think, though regrettable," he whispered.
Are we staying here long enough to get out the cat?" Doug asked from Paul's shoulders. He was bent double to keep from bumping his head on the bridge ceiling.
Anton switched to English. "Ah, Douglas, yes for as long as wished. The cat will be launched first, in minutes." He turned to the Captain and issued a spate of orders.
"Great! Come on Evan I'll give you a ride. Let's get to the boat deck. I think my chair's on the deck by the pool." Gregor put Evan down and followed Paul with Doug on his shoulders. Doug looked down at the crystal clear water over thirty feet below, then another twenty or so to the bottom of the lagoon. "Fuck the chair. Dump me, and I'll meet you at the stern." Gregor looked at Joe for a translation, but before he got it, Paul grabbed Doug's ankles and lifted while Doug straightened his legs and pitched his body out over the side. Evan giggled and scrambled over the rail as well. Paul and Joe laughed and jumped together and then Gregor was suddenly alone. He was tempted to join them but hesitated because the fine line between seaman and Evan's companion and teacher had yet to be defined.
Like all young men and boys, there was no such thing as a leisurely two hundred-foot swim to the stern. A race began as soon as Paul and Joe surfaced to see Doug near them, but giving them two middle fingers and laughing. Evan dug in but was quickly left behind even though he swam strongly, he was inexperienced.
Gregor's head snapped up when he saw a splash from the edge of his vision, out near the cut, the opening between the pinchers. A large fish broached. He saw the vertical dorsal fin first then the huge gray brown shadow it was attached to. The first through the pinchers was joined by others following, until there was at least a dozen of various sizes all swimming toward the Sea Song slowly for sharks but still faster than a human. Doug was by far the fastest swimmer and had nearly reached the stern. He would reach the platform in seconds and beat the sharks, but Joe and Paul were too far behind, and little Evan had no chance at all. His fear was replaced with action, watching wouldn't help. He wondered suddenly if the stern had even been opened as yet.
He raced into the bridge. The Captain was still sitting in his chair. Gregor passed him shouting, "MAN OVERBOARD! MAN OVERBOARD!" He switched back and forth between Russian and French, and activated the emergency klaxon, then ran to the blank paneled aft wall and pressed a bit of molding before he explained. "A school of sharks have entered the lagoon and the Americans are swimming to the stern! Is the stern door down?" He knew the answer to his question when the Captain turned pale before flipping switches to lower it and issuing orders over the public address system.
A hidden door sprang open to reveal a weapons locker. Gregor chose an automatic rifle fitted with a telescopic sight and a sling. He chambered a round then grabbed as many additional clips as he could carry with one hand and no pockets since he was naked. He started running down the central companionway toward the sun deck. "Grab the other rifle like this, they're loaded with explosive rounds! I'll be on the chopper pad!" He called back to the Captain.
By the time he reached the aft end of the pad, Gregor could hear Doug shouting frantically, "Will someone hurry up and lower the fucking stern door? PLEASE! There's sharks!" He pointed to a single large fin moving slowly toward the side of the ship between Evan and Joe and Paul who by then saw the fin and were swimming back to Evan.
Gregor dropped the extra ammunition and wound his forearm though the sling as he raised the rifle's scope to his eye. His first shot was too fast, he missed. Water mushroomed five feet beyond the closest shark shape, but the explosion changed its course from Joe, Paul and Evan. It increased speed and headed straight at Doug.
Doug heard the rifle's report and saw the gout of water. He looked up and waved. He was already very close to the side of the yacht. It would be instinctive to place his back against the side in a futile attempt to reach safety twenty feet up the vertical or protect him somehow, but if he did, and the shark followed they both would disappear from Gregor's view. The helicopter pad didn't extend out far enough to allow Gregor to fire straight down. At first Doug did the instinctive. He sprinted for the ship's stern, Gregor imagined that the stern was opening, but the hydraulics were ponderously slow. The door wasn't designed to be opened rapidly in emergencies.
Doug could see a frantic sailor waving at him from the slowly widening 'V', but he was also almost at the point where he couldn't see Gregor, and if he got closer Gregor couldn't see him or fire at the shark, assuming it was in fact planning on attacking. He pictured the shoreline, the beach and a long low tee dock that extended out from it. Boats large and small lined the shank of the tee. He turned suddenly, stretched out, and dug in heading for the dock, three hundred yards to safety. The shark altered course and followed slowly.
Gregor filled his lungs, aimed and fired a burst of three, then another and another. The muzzle jumped up with each three rounds, and he adjusted each time by aiming lower, behind the monster fish. The ninth round found its mark. Blood mixed with the white spray. The shark's nose turned into its body and it started to thrash on the surface, but at least it stopped swimming. Doug continued his balls out life or death race for the dock without looking back. Gregor emptied the clip, ejected it, reloaded and resumed firing at the growing area of white and red water, as other sharks in the pack attacked their leader. The Captain joined him at some point and he started firing into the maelstrom of sharks in a feeding frenzy, pieces of shark bodies, and those stunned by the repeated concussions from the exploding rounds. Gregor and the Captain ran out of ammunition and targets simultaneously. They watched only two smaller dark fast moving shapes detach themselves from the melee and disappear in the direction of the pinchers.
Gregor laughed and thumped his Captain on the back impulsively, "Great shooting Captain." He realized his mistake and braced. "I am most sorry Sir."
"I am not." Gregor blinked when he was embraced and kissed on both cheeks. "It was you who saved the day. I shudder to think of what the master," he stopped and looked back to see Anton leaning on Meesha boiling out from the lounge. Anton's cane was replaced with an automatic weapon. Meesha carried another in his free hand and had a bandoleer of full clips slung on his shoulder. "You understand," he whispered. Gregor nodded. He understood far better than the Captain, of what Anton was capable of if his new grandson was injured. The shit would roll down from the bridge and there would be few survivors among the officers or crew.
Everyone was on the boat deck when the launch returned Doug to the Sea Song. He was sitting on the engine housing surrounded by the other guys, talking; waving and grinning from ear to ear. After he was lifted from the boat to his wheelchair, he was surrounded once again by his parents and the other adults. Anton, with Bucky gradually herded the adults onto the launch. It was decided that the Sea Song was to become the sole territory of the boys, and the adults would stay on shore at night.
Meesha looked back into the boat deck after he helped Anton board. Gregor, Evan and the Americans were assisting crewmen move the catamaran to the platform. Joe stayed behind to continue as the interpreter. Of course Will stayed as well. Anton tapped his shoulder. "You are taking your new position too seriously I think. You should stay on board and work hard on your English with the Americans the rest of this day and all other days we are here. I won't need you until evening. Struggle to speak English. Be prepared for their laughter at your pronunciation, they have impossible words, but they will help you. It will become a game for them. You and Gregor in turn will help Evan by making him speak French. You will all join us for dinner this evening, then I will return with you and sleep on board. Go now, we are ready to cast off."
Meesha jumped to the platform wearing a huge grin. "Thank you Master. I have spoken to Gregor about dessert after you return, we will be ready." He turned and ran to Gregor to avoid seeing Anton's embarrassment resulting from his last comment. He thought the master's unlimited use of his body was a very small price to pay for the opportunity of returning to school, getting his papers, then serving under Gregor's captaincy on the Sea Song before he got a command of his own when he was old enough. He ignored the fact that Anton was terminally ill. A great deal could happen in the next two years.
The launch skirted the edge of the recent carnage. The water was nearly clear. They looked down to see flashes of silver and many colors as lagoon residents by the thousands feasted on shark flesh. The torn and crushed partially digested torso of a man was indistinguishable from pieces of shark. Anton glanced at his bodyguards with a raised eyebrow in question. They returned his look by shrugging helplessly. It was possible but highly improbable that this was the same hunting pack, and they somehow managed to follow the Sea Song waiting for another handout.
Anton called his personal bodyguards his Dobermans and they accepted the name with pride. Either of them would attack anyone who so much as frowned at their master in their presence. They would kill an enemy of the master's if he gestured to them with as little as a slight frown of displeasure. They lifted Anton bodily from the launch to the dock with benign smiles. They ignored the looks they received from his guests. They remained in uniform even though the dress code had been relaxed, and both were heavily armed with holstered machine pistols under their arms and side arms slung from their hips. Somehow they made the weapons appear to be parts of their bodies.
A tall young smiling black man with light skin loped from the shore to greet them. He was wearing old shorts, and an older torn shirt. Anton accepted his deep bow of welcome and explained him after he joined the Dobermans to the side of the group. They could hear him speaking fluent German.
"This island was built to be vacation resort. Builders were under financed and very much over spenders. They came to me for additional funds; they were very foolish businessmen. I lent money at very high rate of interest and bought other loans. When this resort finished they import European staff. Dieter is one such who remained after owners go, how do you say, belly up? He is son of American serviceman and German mother. Dieter now has charge of whole island and leads black servants who once lived on this island but were moved to another, under one hundred population I think now all work here and live there. I discover Sea Song fit in lagoon, so I make this my retreat from water on this side of world. Nice yes?"
"It sure is." Bucky agreed walking very close to Anton ready to help him if needed during the walk to the main building surrounded by cottages. "This place is beautiful Anton, how come it failed?"
Anton giggled. "Fools spent everything on facilities and expensive European staff, have nothing left for operating or most important of all, advertisement of waiting luxury." His eyes twinkled at Bucky. "They come back to me for additional funds to correct errors. I declined and sent out words in financial circles to decline also. Too bad, resort now mine. I watch construction from satellite and plan changes. Make central building my home, but always much too big before. Now," he waved at everyone listening, "not so big. Welcome please to Dagger Cay."
Two black men identically dressed in shorts, sandals and flowered Hawaiian shirts held open the double doors to what was once the hotel lobby. "Foolish builders ignore eager labor pool close at hand. I do not ignore. I build new safe homes on their island, pay them good wages, in return they are most happy to serve me."
Bill Henderson looked around at the Moorish architecture, the huge pool and gushing fountains. "My God Anton, where do you get all the water and power?"
"Convert sea water with own power plant on distant end of island. I show you. You like electronics? Come." Anton headed for a blank screen mounted on a wall. They were intercepted by a parade of gayly dressed black children; each carefully carrying a small sliver tray with a single sweating cut crystal goblet brimming with a colorful drink. They spread out around the room and stopped in front of a guest to offer the drink. A tiny girl of seven or eight chose Anton and scooted ahead of her friends to serve him the drink she carried. "Ah, thank you little one." He sipped the drink appreciatively. "This is very good and very cold. You have done very well." Anton smiled at his guests as he activated the screen. "One each child for serving drinks and small foods. Ask only and they will bring quickly."
The screen brightened to show a map of the island. "This is toy for adults to use anytime. It will be of good use to be sure children come to no mischief." He slowly increased magnification.
The building complex grew, and a vague outline in the lagoon became the Sea Song. Bill Henderson blinked and looked more closely at the detail. "Hey that's not a map. It's a picture!"
Bucky giggled and nodded, "That's right, Anton's toys as he calls them extend out into space. That's a satellite image in real time. Let's see what the boys are up to."
Anton grinned down at Bucky. "That perhaps is poor choice of words. Are you sure?" He asked softly as he continued to increase magnification.
Bucky looked around at the others. "Hey everyone, will any of you be too shocked if we catch some of our boys doing what we know they do every chance they get?"
The women blushed without answering; the fathers grinned and nodded. Don Thomas looked at Patrick with a raised eyebrow. They had been almost inseparable since the first night on the Sea Song. Patrick blushed and shrugged. "Perhaps we be lucky to be havin' this toy an' not the lads."
Anton focused down to the stern platform. The catamaran was dropping back. They could see several bodies on board her, but couldn't identify them. It turned suddenly and increased speed perpendicular to the Sea Song. Several of the other watercraft had been launched and were tethered like a string of beads out behind the yacht.
Doug groaned, "Fuck this little lagoon, we need a tow through the pinchers so we have more sea room and wind." He looked at his fellow sailors. "Plus we're too heavy." He had Evan, Joe, Will, Gregor and Meesha with him. The cat wouldn't even begin to heel in the protected waters of the lagoon. Except for Evan, they were stretched out on the broad expanse of the trampoline enjoying the peaceful ride and the sun. Evan sat near Doug at the tiller. He was managing the jib, the headsail, while Doug controlled the tiller and mainsail.
Gregor sat up and pointed. "If you wish, we could use the ski boat to tow you. Two of us could stay aboard that and perhaps switch later outside. I agree six is too many for real speed," he grinned. "Okay?" He asked in English. "Meesha and I will take you in tow."
Will started shaking his head before Joe finished translating. "Nope, Joe and I will drive the ski boat. I enjoy the sound of an engine. These things are too much work." He grinned at Doug, "And knowing the yahoo doing the driving, probably very wet."
Joe agreed, but for different reasons. "Yeah, and so is translating. If I'm gone, you guys will have to start trading words. It's the fastest way to learn. Can you get us alongside Doug? I'm not up to swimming anymore today, plus Gregor knows the water outside."
"Can do. Ready about." The four lay where they were unmoving. Doug sighed, "Never mind, just lay there. When we're going balls out and I say that, you'll understand. He grinned down on Evan. "We're going to turn around. There's two ways to do it. This is called a JIBE!" he shouted. "It's the quickest, and it wakes people up." He pulled the tiller in to his belly and held it until the wind was behind them and the sails flapped for a second or two. He motioned Evan to follow him to the other pontoon, then showed him how to adjust the sails for the reciprocal course back to Sea Song. Four sunbathers sat up suddenly when the boom banged and the mainsail refilled with a snap.
Meesha giggled. "Jibe!"
Gregor laughed "Yes, jibe."
Will frowned at Doug. "Don't do that again while I'm on board," he warned sourly.
"It's the fastest way to learn." Doug quoted Joe in singsong. "Now that you're awake, get ready to jump when I come alongside."
Joe cast off the line to the Sea Song while Will sat behind the wheel and cranked the engine. They drifted. Gregor shouted a comment and he and Meesha giggled together. Will frowned. "What'd he say?"
Joe grinned, "Just something about not casting off before you have the engine running. In the future of course."
"HA! HA! You Russian fuckers!" Will hollered when the engine coughed to life a hundred feet behind the Sea Song.
"That they are and they've got a pair of hot bodies to do it with too." Joe agreed while he got ready to throw a towline to the cat.
The outer reef protected a small archipelago, a chain of small islands. Dagger Cay was the largest. A half mile away, next in the chain, was Black Cay, Anton named it. The black natives who lived there couldn't care less what their wealthy white patron called it. They called it home. The rest of the islands in the chain varied in size from being covered with water at high tide to several acres, but too small to inhabit.
Outside the pinchers, they sailed for two hours. They sailed close hulled into the wind and tacked repeatedly. Then Doug ran with the wind wing on wing, and was delighted to find a whisker pole clipped to one hull. He taught Evan how to sail and together they traded words with Gregor and Meesha while they learned the fine art of sailing a cat as well. Doug occasionally turned into Captain Bligh and after they set the whisker pole for a run, he would fall off into a broad reach, then a close reach, so one hull would leave the water and they had to scramble to reset the jib and store the whisker pole. It was then that they all hiked out with their bodies rigid and backs over the water to keep from capsizing. Doug eyed the trapeze harnesses longingly but since he couldn't stand, and couldn't really explain their use without demonstrating he ignored them. He and Evan both enjoy the view of the two Russian hard bodies braced in front of them. He gave everyone a turn at the tiller and each reproduced the various courses.
Joe and Will paced them at first then explored the edge of the outer reef before they moved in to look at the smaller islands. They saw how much fun Evan and Doug were having with Meesha and Gregor and declined to switch places when Gregor waved them in after an hour. Both young men were having fun themselves just learning how to handle the eighteen-foot ski boat in preparation for skippering their own newly purchased high performance yacht.
Doug's stomach growled. Evan heard the noise. "Boy I am too, too bad we didn't think about food or something to drink at least." He circled his gut with his palm so the Russian's would understand, then said "Hungry."
Gregor and Meesha nodded and both crawled forward to one of the hulls after motioning for Evan to point into the wind to stop the boat's forward movement and splash over the hull. Gregor leaned over the tramp frame and opened a hatch then held up a sandwich and a frosted Coke can. Meesha opened a hatch in the other hull and produced an anchor. They drifted while Meesha stood up, braced his feet apart then waved and shouted until he got the ski boats' attention.
Doug watched him balance himself. "Wow, just look at that fine body. After we get back, I'm going to make him into a top."
Evan giggled, "Too late, I took care of that last night several times. He's really good, he gets so into his work, old Gregor just grabs his ankles and flips him off to get at me himself. And Gregor's just like you afterward when it comes to eating ass. You know this trampoline is big enough for all six of us."
Doug grinned, "You know I was just thinking the same thing, but Will and Joe might take some convincing, but Marc said if you could get one of them hard, you've got them both. Will keeps Joe on top mostly because he's so big, but he's really careful if you want to give him a try. I am."
The ski boat idled alongside. Will's eyes widened when he saw the sandwich and Coke. "Man what a great idea. I'm so hungry; Evan's leg is looking awful good. Is there enough for all of us?"
Evan giggled. "Who knows? I don't get to see it very often but it sure feels like there is, more and more everyday."
"That's not what I meant wise ass, but that's a good idea too, after a sandwich." Will leered, not surprised to see that Evan and Doug were hard.
Meesha pointed to a cooler sitting behind Will's seat. Joe opened it. It too was full of food and soft drinks. "I guess there's enough food to go around too. Let's anchor and raft up somewhere." Doug suggested while his eyes roamed growing cocks on both boats.
"There's a little tiny cove around that point on Dagger Cay. It's out of the wind." Joe suggested.
They towed the cat into the cove so there would be no time wasting tacking into the wind. They anchored in four feet of clear water over a sandy bottom. Evan took his first bite then frowned and removed the top slice of bread. "There's nothing on these. I like mayonnaise, and a little salt and pepper would be good too, but I'm so hungry I'll suffer."
Gregor was already digging in the cats' built in cooler. He offered Evan jars of mustard and mayonnaise, salt and pepper shakers and a plastic knife. He spoke directly to Joe.
Joe nodded. "Gregor says the chef doesn't know the crazy American's tastes, so he packed these so you can fix up your own."
They ate quietly and quickly. Their eyes traveled over everyone else's body. No one wilted, but no one failed to eat at least two sandwiches.
When Doug finished he stretched and yawned. "When Buck left this morning I promised him I'd keep so busy I wouldn't miss him. Right now I'm beginning to miss him. Since I'm the invalid I need some nursing, AND I call bottom since Bucky organized this little junket for me while my feet healed. Anyone interested?"
Will grinned, then waved his monster dong at Doug. "I might be, are you interested or are you scared? All this sun and salt air have got me all horny." Joe opened his mouth to make a comment. Will looked at him; "Don't say a word or I'll forget to be careful with you next time." He stuck his tongue in his cheek so it ballooned out. Then made choking sounds that sounded vaguely like "Pull it out! Pull it out!"
"You're a fucking dreamer." Joe giggled and translated. The Russians went berserk laughing and Meesha almost fell overboard when he stood up to clear his throat after choking on a bite of sandwich. Gregor saved him by slamming him behind the knees. He fell forward on top of Doug.
"Well all righty then! I've got my first volunteer." Meesha mumbled something just before he gobbled Doug into his mouth. Doug thought he understood one word, strawberries. "Strawberries?"
Even giggled and guessed at the translation. "He said it's too bad you didn't use the strawberry douche this morning." He explained its use and lifted one cheek to pat it to indicate that he had used it that morning.
Joe looked up from nursing Will. "Close enough."
Talking became difficult for Doug. "Oh wow, now you tell me. I'll have to call Buck; he'll bring some back. He'll go wild. What am I saying? Me, I'll go wild." He grabbed Meesha's head suddenly and moaned.
Evan crawled to the cooler and returned with the jar of mayonnaise. Gregor raised an eyebrow in question before he understood what Evan told him. "American modification," he pointed to the phrase on the jar's lid and quoted, "'BRING OUT THE BEST'. I guess we'll find out if it does." Meesha was busy swallowing the last of Doug while humping the nylon trampoline. Evan slipped a small hand under him. "Gotcha!" Meesha rolled to his side quickly. They all watched Evan unscrew the jar's lid, then stick Meesha's cock in the half-empty jar. "One new flavor treat coming up from Evan Falconburg's floating test kitchen." He grinned at the others; "I get first taste too. I thought of it," he added defensively.