Chapter 19: Getting Underway on Sail

I had spent the night with Connie Hunter, the former owner of my sailboat, Nauti Buoy.

Jenny had joined us in the morning for some two-on-one fun. It was Jenny’s turn now.

Jenny started, “Oh ... oh, I’m ... oooooooh! Tommmmmmmm! Ummm...”

As her tight snatch tried to crush my cock I spurted up into her.

“Jenny, you little squirt, you squeezed it out of me. Ahhhhhh.”

After the dust settled, the women started chatting like old friends.

Author’s note:

Much of this chapter is about the sailboat Nauti Buoy. A link at the end of this chapter will take you to that boat’s web page. I would not normally do that as it promotes leaving SOL. This boat is very complex and is a luxurious boat that defies ordinary description.

I got up to pee and clean up a bit.

“Drozul? What’s with the women? They seem like the best of friends already. Isn’t that odd?”

He replied, “Not at all, Tom. Connie’s DNA has already been modified. She is subservient to your needs now because of your hormones and age. She wants and needs you. You are the perfect replacement for her father. A replacement she feels free to have sex with. While she slept, we mentally programmed her a little bit. We know a lot more about her now.”

He continued, “She and her father had a very close and semi-incestuous relationship for most of her life. They spent a lot of time together and were nude or semi-nude much of the time. They cuddled and kissed lightly but did not cross the line. They never had full sex but were dangerously closer than most fathers and daughters. Since her father’s death, she has been totally lost.”

He continued, “She’s a vital woman who has sexual needs that have never been properly met until now. Further, she has a few years of junior college and has never had a real job. She was born with a silver spoon, as they say.”

“Connie needs you much more than you need her. Now that Jenny has accepted her and you, she is YOURS. She’s yours, lock, stock, and barrel. She lusted for you naturally last night; even before you befuddled her, she wanted you.”

I said, “I’m glad; that’s a load off my mind.”

The girls had jumped into the shower and were washing each other. Much giggling and glee were coming from in there. It made me smile. Happy, pretty women are enjoyable.

I said to Drozul, “Would you look at that? They are already instant gal pals.”

Drozul said, “This is as nature intended women to be. Your American women, for the most part, are confused. They are too affected by feminine ideology. They are as they should be. They are yours, and you are theirs.”

I said, “So, you are saying that Exo’s will change all women’s behavior?”

He said, “Yes. Is that obscure? Maybe not as much as these two. The women who are DNA modified will be more subservient and loving to any decent males.”

I said, “What does decent males mean?”

Drozul said, “They will gravitate to Alpha and Sigma males.”

I said, “What the Dickens is a Sigma male?”

Drozul said, “A Sigma is like an Alpha but has less attitude. He leads by example rather than being an ass-hat about things. You, my friend, are probably a Sigma or maybe an Omega. You are not loud or demanding. People WANT to please you naturally, women especially. An Omega is more aloof and generally goes his way.”

Drozul continued, “Some males will be confused around you. They may not understand or trust why they want to give in to you so easily. Beta, Gamma, and Omega males can get pretty pissy when uncomfortable with what’s going on. Other males feel innately like they are boss material. They are unhappy being in second place when they come upon a real Alpha or Sigma. They realize they are inherently not the top dog.”

I said, “I thought all that shit was B.S. You mean those terms mean something other than psycho-babble.”

He said, “They do. Studies in Africa on hyenas, lions, and various apes and monkeys by scientists have proven a natural hierarchy among pack animals.”

“Drozul said, “Sometimes people come up with new words like Sigma to describe new things. These terms fit very well but differ from what my race calls them. They are somewhat accurate and help people understand natural male dynamics.”

Drozul said, “You have more intelligence and common sense than most men. You are a Sigma of great power. Men won’t fawn over you, but you will find few that dare to go against you ... They won’t unless they are forced to by circumstances.”

I said, “I’m not sure how to handle all that. I don’t really think much about other men or what they want. I have always been more task-oriented or job-oriented. I can see plainly that most men are a bunch of hungers squeezed into a human-shaped bag of flesh. I do me, and I let them do as they will unless they fuck with me. Other than that, I don’t think about other men much. They just are. Now, women I think about, I think about them a lot.”

He said, “See, you’re a natural Sigma male through and through. I think the cyst you had that prevented you from feeling close to other people confused things a lot. On the inside, you were highly insular. To the men around you, they just tried naturally to do as you wanted. Your size and attitude put them off. When you were on your ship, did the other men do what you wanted?”

I said, “I guess I never noticed that until now. I thought it was because I was weird, and others just wanted to get done and be away from me. That I did not mind. I was not a talker.”

Drozul said, “Did you ever get into fights? That’s a real natural thing for sailors.”

I said, “It’s pretty rare for me to get into a fight. Look at the size of my arms. My hands are big and rough even today. I occasionally had to beat one guy’s ass on a new ship. They always left me alone after that. As a big engineer type, one punch puts a man flat on his ass.”

I said, “I have been a slacker since my change. I usually woke up and did push-ups and sit-ups. I always had Barbells and a Hand Grip Strengthener for off hours. My job kept me fit, too.”

Drozul said, “You no longer need to work out. Exo’s keep you at your physical peak. You’re now a powerful, no-bullshit kind of Sigma male. Nobody will want to mess with you except a rare Alpha. He may let his mouth get the better of him. You know, drunks or stupid shits.”

I said, “I guess I have led a charmed life and never realized it until now. I wasn’t happy, though. I could not connect with people.”

Drozul said, “I basically fell out of the sky when my ship was hit. You, my friend, are the perfect subject for our entertainment channel. You don’t even think about what being manly is. You are inherently manly in a human way. You are the perfect centerpiece for our entertainment.”

I was drawn away from the conversation by the girls. Their dress and giggly nature were taking my focus from Drozul. I ate breakfast and headed out for the morning.

As advertised, there was a wooden-looking crate on the sailboat’s deck. It opened quickly for me. There were several pieces. It’s all alien gear that is intended to integrate with the sailboat.

The heaviest electronic unit went down below. It goes inside an opening inside the port hull hallway near the master cabin. I got it where I wanted it and used the 0-gauge wire to connect it to the ship’s main power board.

The device squatted itself down, and I could not budge it. It has a quiet hum to it. Evidently, it is self-actuated because I saw that, and the fact that the power level meter showed instantly it was at 100% power. It appears to be some type of alien power source.

I had two devices that needed to be placed near the electrical motors in the engine rooms. I read that the two boxes were power relays that used another dimension to take power from the power supply. The diesels were now totally redundant. I could sail the world and not worry about fuel.

The paperwork also said the boxes would form a field around the boat. No corrosion would occur, and no barnacles or grass would attach to the hull.

I liked that part a lot. I had seen guys scrubbing hulls almost daily in many areas. Long-term infestations can destroy a hull, or in this case, two hulls.

The two hulls are connected using a strong framework. Much of the hulls and main Salon are made of carbon fiber and foam sandwiches. The salon deck is large; it’s where the main seating, the kitchen, and the Navigation areas sit. I plunked the sailboat’s AI laptop down on the navigation station. It looks just like a closed laptop. Once sat down, the laptop became immobile.

I had two small black boxes with Cat-7 cables attached. One went under the communication table and plugged into a service port. The other black box went inside the helm cabinet. I disconnected a signal cable, and the black box connected the helm station and the cable I had just pulled.

I opened two small boxes and pulled out two things. They became invisible and flew away out of the back salon door on their own.

“Sailboat” then displayed two split screens from cameras on the masthead. One camera was on the starboard side, the other on the port. “Sailboat” showed they could pan around or zoom in and out. Sailboat informed me that they were part of his security system. They are also “Sailboat’s” eyes. The small flying things contained cameras.

“Sailboat” now controls the sailboat and almost all its sailing functions. It provides many of the necessary human-oriented sailing functions, but it does that 24/7 without tiring out. We had to haul the sails up or down and drop anchor or tie up, of course. 95% of the routine sailing, “Sailboat” would perform.

I had new locks for the doors and windows. I replaced the existing hardware pieces with the new ones. The new parts looked like standard locks. I sensed the power inside them. If a criminal tried to force their way in, they would get knocked out by a strong electrical shock. I felt the energy in each unit as I installed them. Over on “Sailboat,” I saw a screen that showed the locks.

When I finished, I looked around for the girls.

Sailboat said, “They have gone grocery shopping in Connie’s car. Let me show you a couple of things here. You connected the control unit under the helm station. I was able to take over the built-in helm PC and all the functions it was capable of. It can turn on motors and change speed and course. It can do everything it could and a lot more. You can use the control provided or interface through me.

Sailboat said, “If you look here, I even have a large virtual screen with everything on it.”

I saw a massive screen appear above the nav table.

Sailboat said, “You can change functions, move them around, and make them larger or smaller. It’s completely configurable using finger commands like your smartphone uses.

I decided to experiment with the controls. I used it to start each engine and rotate each shaft at a low rpm. We called that “Jacking.” It was done in preparation for getting underway. You ALWAYS jack the screws the day before you depart port. This is to be sure they have not become frozen up.

It does happen, and it’s bad since it ruins your plans to sail. After four days in a tropical South American river, you get enough seaweed growth that it gums things up. It may not allow the shafts to turn or only turn slowly. There are also mechanical issues in the powertrain that can happen.

I cranked the electric motors up to 2 knots. That also went well. I ran the bow thruster in the port and the starboard directions. The two diesels are part of the hybrid system. You can run them as engines or only charge the boat’s batteries. That stuff is redundant now.

I really didn’t need that equipment, other than it was expected to be there. That power unit I had installed below decks supplies more power than Nauti Buoy could ever use. I would likely never use the diesels for propulsion, or the generator for the boat’s energy needs, ever again. The roof on top of the Salon has big solar panels, but they, too, are useless now.

Forward in the Salon where the Nav station is, I went out and spun all three of the power winches in both directions. All the lines (ropes to you landlubbers) from the sails run to that area. The winches are used to control the lines. The lines control the sails. They unfurl or open the sails; they furl them or close them when not in use. Sheets control the sail’s direction. “Sheets” are used to control the amount of swinging to port or starboard that the two sails do.

Extraordinary navigation abilities were integrated into “Sailboat’s” AI. We could sail to our heart’s content or let “Sailboat” do most of the work. People had to raise and lower the sails. Then, “Sailboat” would plot the course and control almost everything else. Sails on a sports yacht need hands-on if you’re in a hurry or sailing hard.

There are several sails for the bow sail. You could sail with the stay-sail if things got rough. It’s smaller. There is also an optional storm sail and several large sails. Changing sails forward takes a person to make the changes.

You could alternately use the motors as the prime movers. We could do that only because of the new Heillizdt-supplied power source. Knowing the Heillizdt, it was invented by another race.

Most sailboat sailors stayed near shore and hid out anytime it got too rough. Crossing an ocean is a whole other matter. I had crossed all the oceans many times as a merchant seaman. Cargo ships are much like juggernauts plowing through the water. Medium to large sailboats are a different matter.

The main helm station is all the way forward, just inside the forward windows. On both sides of the helm are two waterproof doors. They lead forward to the mast and the sail controls. The doors also provide easy access to the bow area and the trampoline. The trampoline is where women often like to sunbathe.

The usual controls aft are the port and starboard wheel stations. They are used for manual steering. The two optional tillers have small control panels and bucket seats. They are aft on either side. The tillers themselves look like small sailboat tillers. You have a ‘stick’ device you move that affects the rudder positions. In this case, all rudder controls are electrical.

The two optional tillers are all the way back near the stern. They are an option intended for the sportier “Sport Cruiser” model, which is what “Nauti Buoy” is. If you really wanted to sail hard, you could use the port or starboard tillers. They can be used to sail it like it was a 17’ small sailboat. They are more responsive and more fun to use.

The tiller stations have much better visibility and instantaneous control. Ten degrees on a tiller would move the rudders ten degrees almost instantly. A wheel at the Nav Station handles more like a car steering wheel. It takes several turns on the wheel to go entirely from one side to the other.

The main point of the carbon-fiber Sports Cruising version is its ultra-lightness. That also makes for very strong hulls.

There are two dagger-boards, one per side, that are lowered or raised when sailing the boat hard. Motors perform that function using buttons, or “Sailboat” can do it as needed.

The dagger-boards make the boat able to sail faster and make it more stable than the Ocean Cruising model. That model has regular fin keels that are fixed. The OC has some carbon-reinforced parts to the hull, but much of it is fiberglass construction.