Chapter 64: Grand Cayman

Rachel and Marta were by my side, helping me back inside the Cécile. We were all soaked from the rain that lashed the decks. They helped me back to my cabin and dried my body before putting me to bed. Anna showed up with a cup of hot tea. None of the girls had uttered a word at this point. Then, everyone except Rachel left the room and Rachel climbed into bed and hugged me.

“You went away, didn’t you?” she said gently.

“Yeah.”

“Where did you go?” she asked.

“I think ... I think it was the Pink Planet,” I told her as I wondered what their name for the place was.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

“I think I visited their school. They seemed young, except for one they called Teacher. And another they called Master.”

“What did they want?”

“They were worried because I was in pain,” I told her.

“In pain?”

“Yeah. I had a headache.”

“A headache?”

“Yeah. And they didn’t understand what it was. But then the Teacher told them, and the students went online to find a cure.”

“The students went online? As in OUR online? On the internet?” Rachel asked incredulously.

“Yes. They were quoting medical authorities such as Amazon.”

“You’re serious? What did they find?”

“They discovered that we used sex to cure a headache,” I told her. “Then they wanted to know what sex was.”

“Ohmygod! What did you tell them?”

“I was just trying to figure out what to tell them when one of the older beings came and got me and brought me back here. I think that we had talked to him before.”

“What did he say?”

“He didn’t say anything, He just left me standing in the middle of the helipad and left. However, before he left, he tried to erase my memories of the encounter. But I commanded him to stop. And he did. Then you found me.”

Rachel was quiet for some time. Finally she asked, “What does it all mean?”

“I don’t know ... I just don’t know.”

I woke up very early Thursday morning and after a quick shower, I made my way to the bridge. Captain Tony was on duty. He looked at me and then nodded towards a carafe of coffee on the table behind the captain’s chair. I muttered my thanks and grabbed a mug and then sat there without a word.

It was not unusual for the night watch to sometimes go for an hour or more without saying a word, or only words associated with guiding the ship through the dark night.

Finally, Captain Tony said, “Monique told me what you told her yesterday. Thanks!”

I just shrugged.

“You explained it to her really well. Better than I could have.”

“So she’s okay with you trading the Windsong?” I asked.

“I think she will be. After she has some more time to think on it.”

“Any word on the hurricane?”

“It’s looking like the east coast of Florida is in for a hard blow the first of next week,” he said. “We went through a storm yesterday, but it cleared out last night. Mostly overcast now with two foot swells. We might get some more rain before dawn.”

I looked at the clock. It was just after one am central time.

“Why don’t you go check on her. I’ll watch the bridge,” I suggested.

“Good idea,” Captain Tony said as he left the bridge.

I checked all the readouts and made my entries in the log. I noticed that Captain Tony was running on both engines and our speed was almost fifteen knots. I assumed that was to get through yesterday’s storm so I cut the port engine and adjusted our speed back closer to ten knots. Then stepping out on the bridge wing, I used the binoculars to scan the horizon.

I spent the next five hours, alone, on the bridge of my ship, contemplating all that had happened to me in the last year and a half.

“Where are you?” a sleepy sounding Rachel thought to me.

“I’m on the bridge.”

“Alone?”

“Yep! All alone,” I thought back to her.

Ten seconds later, here she came, wrapped in the blanket from our bed.

“It’s cold!” she exclaimed when I looked at her with my eyebrows arched.

I slid into the bench seat at the table beside her and hugged her to me. “I love you!” I told her as I hugged her close.

“I love you too!” she giggled. “What’s going on? I sense that you are in a different kind of mood, this morning.”

“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have met you,” I told her truthfully.

The rest of Thursday and all of Friday were fairly benign, and I had a good time catching up on my ‘duties’ with Anna, Marta, and Charlotte. Rachel made Jana wait until Friday night because her sister had disobeyed her. She had told her sister not to bother me about the schedule, but Jana had disregarded her sister’s warning and confronted me with Marta.

I knew that Jana was anxious about losing her virginity, but decided to stay clear of the rising tide of sibling rivalry that was developing between the sisters.

When I wasn’t otherwise occupied, I spent the rest of Thursday and Friday, learning about hurricane preparedness. I worked on my named storm plan and listened intently as the Officers discussed all the hurricanes they had sailed in.

By Friday evening, Hurricane Nolan, which was still 900 miles east-southeast of the Bahama’s, had finally made its move, curving to the northwest on a projected course towards Florida’s east coast. It was forecast to make landfall late Monday afternoon somewhere between Jupiter and Melbourne as a category 4 hurricane on the Saffir-Simpson scale.

Friday night, Rachel did bring her youngest sister to our stateroom and stayed with us while I relieved her of her pesky virginity. Jana was so focused on the act itself, that she failed to really enjoy any of the rest. She just wanted to get a cock in her vagina. She had a little pain, which Rachel had warned her would happen, but even after the pain subsided, she seemed to lose interest in our lovemaking.

I kept grinding, until she seemed to have a small orgasm, but it was clear that she was through, so I rolled off of her to lay between them.

Rachel immediately grabbed my cock and began to run her hand up and down the shaft as we waited to see what her sister was going to do.

However, after a while, Jana still hadn’t taken the hint to leave so I said to hell with it and rolled over and began kissing Rachel. I was still hard and Rachel, sensing my need, began kissing me back with fervor.

As our lovemaking became more passionate, Jana finally began to notice. And when I scooted down in the bed to bring my lips into play with her pussy, Jana actually sat up to see.

“What is he doing to you?” she asked her sister breathlessly.

“He’s about to make me cum!” she cried in frustration at being interrupted.

“Ohmygod!” she squealed softly. “He can’t do that!”

“YES! ... He! ... Can!...” Rachel cried out as an orgasm rushed through her body.

“But ... but...”

“Shut up, Jana!” Rachel barked. “You’re distracting him!”

As the second orgasm crashed over her, she moaned loudly.

“Rachel? Rachel? Are you alright?” Jana cried as she watched her sister in the obvious throes of agony.

“She’s fine,” I told her Jana. “She always does that when she cums,” I told her as I scooted up onto my knees to place my cock where Rachel wanted it. I took my time because I could tell that the last orgasm was a good one and I knew she’d need a few moments before she went again.

“But she looked like she ... she was in pain!” Jana protested.

“Get out and let me enjoy this!” Rachel barked at her little sister. “This could have been you, but you wouldn’t listen. No-o-o ... You were in too much of a damned hurry!”

I guess it was because we had an audience, but I pulled Rachel’s hips up on my thighs and quickly plunged my aching cock into to her slobbery pussy. Then I began pounding her with jack-rabbit thrusts. I knew that this would cause her to go off very fast and very loud. Besides, I was dying to cum right away.

Finally, I felt the tingling sensation starting in my balls and continue up my shaft. Suddenly I was squirting copious amounts of cum into her quivering pussy. Then I collapsed on her, covering her still shaking body with my own as I struggled to catch my breath.

“Get off!” Jana cried. “Your squashing her!”

Rachel’s arms immediately went around my torso and squeezed. “No!” she cried. “I want him there!”

“But ... but...” Jana sputtered.

Rachel and I had made love enough that I knew what she wanted. She had told me enough times, so I remained where I was for another couple of minutes. When she began to squirm, I rolled off to the side, away from her sister. Thank god for king sized beds!

“Rachel? Are you okay?” Jana quickly asked her sister.

“Are you still here?” she asked her sister. “You talk too much!”

By now, Jana was on the verge of tears. “I didn’t know...” she cried.

“There, there, baby,” Rachel said as she hugged her sister. “It’s alright.”

“That was so scary,” Jana said. “I thought he was hurting you.”

“It’s called passion, sweetheart. It’s what making love is all about,” Rachel whispered softly.

“I didn’t know. I don’t understand,” Jana continued.

Rachel continued to hug her sister and softly telling her about making love. I left the sisters still talking and made my way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Before I finished, Rachel joined me.

“I’m sorry about that,” Rachel began. “I tried to tell her but I sensed that she really wasn’t ready.”

“That’s okay,” I replied. “Each in their own time.”

“Each ... what?” Rachel asked.

“It’s something my Dad taught me a longtime ago. I didn’t understand it at the time, but later it became very clear. It means that everyone reaches understandings when they are ready, and not when I am ready for them.”

“Oh,” Rachel said as she thought about it. “I see. It means that I can’t make her ready for sex. She has to come to it in her own time.”

“That’s correct!” I said as I kissed her and began washing her body tenderly.

We dried off and I led her back to the bed where we cuddled together without any further conversation. We were both asleep in minutes.

Saturday morning was bright and sunny and eight naked beauties took advantage of it by sunning on the helipad.

I spent the morning in the hold below the lower galley, working on the new freezer that had been installed in Fort Lauderdale last month. I suspected a wiring problem was causing the freezer to not get the proper voltage. I traced it as far as I could, but it was obvious to me that it needed to be gone over by a qualified electrician, preferably one from Bering Yachts. I thought they had an office in Fort Lauderdale, so I just unplugged the new freezer and transferred its contents to one of the other five freezers.

Just before noon, we arrived at Grand Caymans, where we hoisted the yellow ‘Q’ flag. International law mandates that vessels fly the yellow quarantine flag upon entering territorial waters of another country. The yellow Q flag must remain flying until the vessel and its crew clear customs and immigration at which point it is taken down and replaced with the host country’s courtesy flag.

After a lengthy check in with the port authorities at the North Port Passenger Cruise terminal, where we were not allowed to leave the yacht and instead, had to wait on them to come to us; and after a further discussion on both of the retired naval Captain’s right to bear arms; we were finally cleared and directed to sail back north and around the peninsula to the entrance to the North Sound.

There, we tied up to a buoy about 600 yards from the entrance to the North Sound and called the Marina. They said they would send a pilot within the hour.

You see, the North Sound is almost completely closed off from the Caribbean by a massive coral reef with only a narrow channel with which to enter the bay. And once you enter the sound, the water level is extremely shallow. So shallow in fact, that ships with a draft of more than eight feet cannot travel there.

Fortunately, unless fully loaded, our draft was between four and five feet. Loaded with fuel, which we planned to do at the marina, should put us at seven to seven and a half feet of draft, which means we would have to be sure to leave on the high tide to be safe.

The pilot came on board and directed Captain Tony where to steer the Cécile using waypoints and fairly precise compass headings. The second waypoint became my all-time favorite when he told us the small island’s name, Booby Cay. I’m sure there was a story there.

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The Barcadere Marina was modern and clean with adequately sized slips for our 120 foot yacht. We decided to wait to gas up until we left.

Thankfully, Wi-Fi was free with our slippage as everyone took advantage to jump on line. The Officers and I immediately started searching for any updates on the weather and especially the hurricane, while everyone else was busy checking their emails.

It’s true, we have satellite connection to the internet when we’re at sea but it is limited and VERY slow. So we try not to use it except on the bridge. And as we travel near land that has Wi-Fi, it can come and go so fast that it’s usually not worth the trouble.

About five o’clock Archara and Monique came to the bridge. “Which one of you are cooking dinner tonight?” they asked.

We all looked at each other and then at Archara in bewilderment.

“Then I guess you’re taking us out to eat,” she concluded.

So that’s what we did. We stepped off the ship and walked about a hundred feet to the George Town Yacht Club. Instead of pushing tables together, they put the thirteen of us at three adjoining tables. The food was good, and the service too. Although the portions were small and the prices seemed a little high. Still, in the typical French fashion, people seemed to move from table to table talking to everyone as the different courses were served.

The Fourreau’s and the Lavigne’s had always been pretty lenient about their daughters drinking wine with their meals, and I had never seen it cause any problems, but Rachel was reluctant about allowing Jana to have any wine until I pointed out that all the other girls were drinking wine with their meals.

Jana smiled at me gratefully, but I noticed that she nursed her solitary glass of wine for most of the night. I also noticed that she would not look at me.

“What’s with Jana,” I thought to Rachel. “She won’t talk to me or even look at me.”

“She’s just really embarrassed,” Rachel thought back. “We had a very long talk this afternoon and she’s going through some growing pains. She thinks that you don’t like her and are mad with her right now. And I purposely didn’t do anything to dissuade her of those ideas.”

“But I’m not mad at her!” I protested.

“Can we discuss this later?”