Chapter 6: Rescue at Sea

Vivienne left my stateroom while it was still dark. I just turned over and went back to sleep. A little while later, as the sky was getting lighter, a very clean smelling Vivienne climbed back in bed with me. It was obvious that she had showered and brushed her teeth and fixed her hair.

“Not fair!” I cried when she tried to kiss me. “You’ve brushed your teeth!”

“I very happy this morning. I sleep so good last night. Best night in long, long time,” she cried happily.

I got up and used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. She was waiting on the bed for me on her knees when I came out. She clapped her hands together gleefully as she knee-walked to the edge of the bed. She was a tall girl and, in this position, with me standing and her on her knees on the bed, we were almost the same height. I stepped close and kissed her lightly on the lips. She responded immediately and kissed me back even harder. Soon, our tongues were dueling as we ran our hands over each other’s bodies.

“Wow!” She exclaimed as she broke the kiss.

“Come on,” I said before things got out of control. “Let’s go find Carina.”

The three of us were seated in the shade of one of the conversation pits on the bow, as the catamaran knifed through the blue waters. I noted automatically that we were heading generally southwest. Vivienne was telling Carina her story. I don’t know if it was because it was in French or because Vivienne was giving Carina much more detail. But her story was taking much longer. Then Carina begin asking Vivienne questions, and the answers were not short either.

Finally, Carina looked at me, “Daniel, why don’t you run along to the bridge or wherever. Vivienne and I need to discuss this some more in private.”

“In private? I can’t understand a word as it is,” I thought to myself. But I kept my thoughts to myself as I wandered up to the fly bridge.

“There’s our newest sailor,” Captain Alfred said as I came up the stairs. “And how are you this fine morning? Did you sleep well?”

I was to learn that Captain Alfred was happiest when he was on the bridge of a ship at sea.

“Very well, thank you,” I told him. “Do you have time for some questions?”

“Of course, my boy. What’s on your mind?”

“I was wondering why your ship had no ship’s wheel?”

I guess I should explain my question. On a large catamaran, the Flying Bridge only used the front-starboard (or right) area for the actual bridge area. The rest of the open bridge was given over to relaxing and entertaining by the passengers and crew. The actual bridge area was separated only by a Captain’s chair mounted on a pedestal to elevate it for better line of sight.

In front of the captain’s chair was a padded rail that the Captain or officer of the watch generally stood (and leaned back against) to actually steer the ship using a joystick similar to a video game. In front of him was the bridge console, about eight feet wide and loaded with six LED screens with various readouts of all the instruments, sensors, cameras, and gauges displayed. It also held all the controls for the main engines, the twin, front-mounted thrusters (for docking and other tight maneuvers), the automatic pilot, and a myriad of other switches and controls.

I was to find that as ships transitioned to the (much easier to use) joystick, the large wheel that they used to use to steer the ship became superfluous. And often in the way. So, on this yacht, it had simply been removed by the previous owner. Captain Alfred said that it was stored in the hold in case it was ever needed, or for when he sold it.

After that, the time seemed to fly by as he patiently and thoroughly answered all my questions. Finally, he stopped me with a raised hand.

“I think that is enough questions for now. It seems we have talked all the way through lunch and dinner time is approaching. Are you comfortable staying on the bridge while I go down and grab some chow? Then you can eat and grab some sleep because we’re sailing through the night again and your watch will come sooner than you’d like.”

“Aye-aye, Captain!” I said as I gave him a not-so-proper salute.

“Then carry on, mate!” he said with a chuckle as he headed down the stairs.

I was on watch early Sunday morning as we approached our next waypoint. This was the theoretical point on the map where we would need to change from a southwest heading to a more westerly direction as we made our way towards the Strait of Gibraltar. We had left Cala d’Hort yesterday morning at dawn and been traveling non-stop for over twenty hours. Unfortunately, the winds had backed down some so we were only averaging twelve-and-a-half knots. I had hopes that the wind would pick up some when we made the change and moved into the Alboran Sea. That’s the body of water between Spain and Morocco, where the seas narrow to less than one hundred miles wide as we prepared to slip through the Strait of Gibraltar.

I made the course change at 5:00am and logged it into the charts. Then grabbed my life vest and binoculars and stepped out on the starboard wing. I’d check the port wing in fifteen minutes.

They say that it is easy to get bored when you’re alone on watch in the early morning hours before dawn. But I was discovering that this indeed, was a very special time. The stillness of the night, combined with the peacefulness of the yacht made me relaxed in a way I had never been.

And the dawn! Each one I had experienced so far had been magnificent. I slowly scanned the two hundred degrees or so of the horizon as the sky began to lighten with the coming dawn. Beautiful.

Suddenly, I saw it! I wasn’t sure what it was at first, but as I studied it, I figured out that it was a dense black smoke with just the smallest hint of flames at the bottom.

Stepping back into the bridge, I picked up the intercom and called Captain Alfred.

“I’ve spotted something burning on the water, I can’t tell how far away it is, I can barely see it with the binoculars. What should I do?

“Note the time of sighting and position of the boat at the time. Then guess the direction as well as you can. Trim the Jib sheet and then the main. I’m on my way.”

I noted everything in the log then reversed the winch for the Jib. It begin to flutter uselessly in the breeze. I was reaching for the main sheet when a voice said, “I’ve got it. Go help the captain.” It was Roland.

Captain Alfred was looking at my notes then he grabbed the binoculars and looked out in the direction I had indicated in the log. He huffed for a minute saying, “Fools, more likely!” then stepped back on the bridge. He quickly started the engines, and while they warmed up, he turned on the radio and began speaking. First, in French, then in Spanish.

Then he pushed the throttles forward and turned the boat to a new heading, towards the burning whatever.

“Here, bring us to fifteen knots and synchronize the engines. Then keep us on this heading. Watch the radar and if you see another ship heading this way, pull back on the throttles and call out. It will probably be an official rescue ship. I’m going to help Roland secure the main mast.”

Because of the changes in course and speed, as well as the sounds of the engines starting, everyone was now up on the Flying Bridge. And they were all asking me what was going on. But my concentration was totally on the instrument clusters. I couldn’t take time to answer them.

Finally, Anna grabbed the binoculars and stepped out on the bridge wing. It didn’t take long for her to spot the smoke or to figure out what it was. She came back to the bridge console and after looking it over, pressed a couple of buttons. Immediately, a radar image of the burning ship came up on one of the LED screens. I now knew that we were three miles away and closing. I altered our course slightly to take us a hundred meters west of them.

At one hundred meters, we could see a small dinghy slowly circling the still burning wreck. It appeared to be looking for survivors. I cut the engines back to neutral to allow us to drift closer. When I did, Captain Alfred began to hail the dinghy. The pilot waved their hand but did not break off the search.

“You got this?” he asked when he returned to the bridge.

“Got it.”

“Okay. Hold this position until I say otherwise. Use the thrusters if you have to. Don’t get too close to that wreck in case there’s another explosion. Anna and I will take our dinghy and go see if we can help.”

The sky was becoming lighter as the Captain and Anna headed over to help in their search. We could now see well enough to tell that it was a yacht, about twenty meters long and it was down in the stern where the engines were. And it was taking on water!

The rest of our family lined the starboard rail on both decks watching the drama unfold, as I kept my attention focused entirely on the task of keeping the boat steady while the two dinghies circled the quickly sinking ship. Finally, and with a pathetic last gurgle, the yacht slipped under the sea.

Suddenly, one of the people in the other dinghy dived overboard and swam about twenty yards to where they quickly grabbed whoever was there, hanging on to a piece of floating debris. Someone else threw a life ring and then pulled both of them into their dingy.

It took a few minutes to get them aboard our yacht. There were three girls and a guy. The guy looked pretty banged up and covered in black soot and some blood. Archara and Carina immediately led them into the salon so Carina could examine them. I finally saw the last one they rescued. It was a Golden Retriever. It was then that it occurred to me to wonder how our guests were going to react to being rescued by a bunch of nudists.

I was sitting in the captain’s chair when Captain Alfred returned. Everyone else was down in the salon.

“Report!” the captain barked. I quickly jumped out of the chair.

“Heading 268 at eight knots,” I told him. “Barometer is dropping, and weather is deteriorating. Seas at about one meter and growing. Currently running on engines. No sails. I’m sorry, Sir, but I didn’t know how to get them up.”

He stopped and his eyes softened. “That was excellent work, Daniel. You handled that like a true seaman.” Then he offered me his hand. “I would sail with you anytime, anywhere.”

“Wow! He NEVER says that!” Anna exclaimed in surprise. She had followed her father onto the bridge.

“You did well, too, young lady. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of both of you!” He reached over and increased our speed and altered our course slightly. Then he had Anna and I sat with him as he debriefed us on our adventure.

“I’d like to say again that I am very proud of the way both of you handled the situation. Those four people probably owe you their lives, Daniel. If you hadn’t seen them when you did, and if you hadn’t acted as promptly and efficiently as you did, they would be on the bottom of the Mediterranean right now. That little dinghy would never have made it in these three-foot seas.”

“Thanks, Dad!”

“Thank you, Sir!”

“Now, get out of here. Go take a nap. We’ve got a busy evening ahead of us,” he told us.

As I was going through the salon, Carina called out, “Daniel? May I speak with you?”

“How are our guests?” I asked her.

“They are tired and have had a frightening experience, but no real physical damage. The man had some smoke inhalation and a nasty cut on his ribs, but should just fine by tomorrow,” Carina told me.

“That’s good. I’m tired and I think I’m going to bed now. Would you wake me in time for dinner?”

“Daniel...” Carina was watching me intently. “We’ve had to make some changes to accommodate our unexpected guests. I moved Phillipe and Henri up here for the night and put Mr. and Mrs. Hudson in their room, temporarily. And I’m afraid I had to move you in with Mischa and Anna and give your room to Maura and Hiromi for now.

“Oh, well. It is what it is,” I thought. “Okay,” I told her.

Suddenly, something like disappointment came over her face.

“What?” I asked her.

“You’re not upset?” she stated more than asked.

“It’s not worth it. I just need a shower and a nap.”

“Damn! I was so looking forward to taking you to my room and soothing you to keep you from being upset and possibly damaging the whole ship!”

“Wait. I feel an upset coming on. Quick. Hold me.”

“Much better, Daniel. Come on. Archara is going to need help with dinner tonight, so I only have about an hour.”

If I wasn’t worn out before I laid down for a nap, Carina made sure I was a short while later. I don’t remember her getting up to go help with dinner, but it seemed like only minutes before Anna and Mischa were jumping on the bed telling me to wake up.

“We’re so disappointed, Daniel. You were supposed to come to our cabin and take a nap!” cried Anna.

“Yeah! But then that evil witch kidnapped you and had her wicked way with you,” added Mischa. “Now we are supposed to get you up for dinner!”

I looked up to see Mischa standing over me, straddling me with one foot on either side of my hips as she looked down at me with her fists on her hips. Her young pussy was splayed open and appeared wet, the tender lips surrounding it were an angry red. I could see her debating something, but just as I figured it out, she squatted down and using her hand, guided my now hard cock into her teen pussy.

“Mischa! Wait!” I exclaimed as she started to move up and down on my shaft.

“Daniel!” she cried as she pumped even harder. “I want you!”

“Mischa! No! Not like this!” I cried. Instinctively, I felt she could hurt herself.

“Oww!” she cried out. I cringed at the same time. In her exuberance, she had come down at the wrong angle and bent my rigid cock. And it hurt!

“No! Mischa! It hurts!” I told her. “Please get off!”

“GET OFF OF HIM THIS INSTANT, YOUNG LADY!” screamed Carina. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Mommmm...” she cried still moving her hips slightly and squeezing me with her Kegel muscles.

“Mischa. Get off him. NOW!” Carina said sternly. Then she grabbed Mischa’s ear and pulled her off of me. Mischa tumbled over and landed in the floor beside the big berth. She didn’t move for a moment then she wailed, “I’m sorrrrrry!”

Carina looked at me. “Are you okay?” I nodded my head. She then tilted her head to the side, indicating I should leave. But first, I need to use the head. While I was in there, I decided on a shower. As I was toweling off, Carina opened the door and then just looked at me.

“I don’t know what that was all about, but I sent her to her room. I guess I’ll need to find you somewhere else to sleep tonight. “I’d say you could sleep here, but Roland and I don’t usually share ... er, friends.”

“No problem. I’m sure that the big couch on the bridge will be fine. Please don’t worry about me tonight,” I told her as I pulled her into my arms.

“Oh, Daniel. I’m so sorry. I have to deal with men forcing their attentions on women every day at the clinic, but I never thought I’d see my daughter raping a man!”

“Now, now. It wasn’t that bad...” I said softly.

“I saw it! I saw the whole thing. I heard the noise they were making and came to check on you. But I NEVER expected to see my daughter doing ... what she was doing to you. And against your will. That is the classic definition of rape!”

“Carina! Calm down. Calm yourself down before you destroy the ship!” I told her.

“What? Destroy the...” she sputtered.

I laughed.

“Don’t make fun of me!” she pouted. Then she smiled. “Touché.”

“That’s it. Smile! No real damage was done. Although, I dare say that Mischa is not as tight as she was before. Do you think she’s really had intercourse before?”

“I honestly don’t know, Daniel. But it’s obvious that she needs some lessons in relationships.”

We both laughed at that.

“Come on. Let’s go up and eat. I’m starved!” I told her.

I had forgotten all about our four refugees until I entered the salon, and the big golden retriever came bounding to me.

“Maggie! No!” a young girls’ voice cried out.

I simply knelt and started petting the big friendly animal.

“I see she’s found a friend,” the man said.

“Daniel, this is Walter Hudson. His wife, Eileen, and their daughters Maura and Hiromi. And of course, Maggie,” said Captain Alfred as he introduced the Hudsons. I was relieved to see that the Hudson family had already adapted to our style of dressing. I glanced briefly at Eileen who was probably mid-forties and thin as a rail, with torpedo-shaped breasts whose nipples still seemed to point to the sky.

Walter was of indistinguishable age somewhere between forty and sixty with a full head of hair and a big bushy beard. His body was covered with hair as well, and I assumed that his big barrel chest was the source of his amazingly deep voice

Maura, who I found out later was a senior in high school, had gorgeous red hair, bushy like her fathers’, an angelic face with big green eyes and a smile like a mega-watt lighthouse. Her breasts were full and slightly elongated, with almost white areolas and tiny nipples.

Hiromi, who was also eighteen, was adopted twelve years ago. She was slender with long straight black hair and probably the largest breasts in the room and her nipples pointed slightly to each side. Her complexion was flawless, and she was sporting a light, overall tan with no tan lines.

“And folks, this is the young man who was responsible for your rescue, Daniel Williams.”

That’s when it began. I tried to slide into my place at the table, but each of the Hudsons got up and came to hug me. Then they all talked about their rescue. I just looked around the table and tried not to be too embarrassed. I did notice that Roland and Mischa were not there.

I told them a little of myself and how I was from Marietta, Georgia. That’s when I found out that they were from Tampa, Florida. Walter was in construction and also held a minority ownership in the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

Finally, we got around to why their yacht may have sunk. They had bought it from a private individual in Rimini, Italy and after having it checked out, were sailing it back to Tampa. Sometime, early this morning, Walter heard a loud clang and when he went to check the engine room, he saw fire. He said that it appeared around the water distillation unit, and he suspects that to be the culprit, but now, we’d never know as their boat lay in two thousand feet of water.

“I have agreed to take the Hudsons to Gibraltar so they can report the sinking to the Spanish Coast Guard. And make arrangements to get home,” Captain Alfred said. “I also told them that Daniel, Anna and I would provide statements if they found it necessary.”

We continued our discussions for quite some time before Carina stood and said, “We’d like to invite you all up to the flying Bridge for a night cap. But if you’ll pardon us for a few minutes, some of us have a somewhat serious family issue that need to be addressed down here. Then the rest of us will join you.”

I was just starting to wonder what was going on when Carina continued. “Boys, (to Phillipe and Henri) would you go up to the bridge and send Roland down to our stateroom? Anna would you and Daniel come with me. Archara, I’ll leave it to you to decide.”

“I think I’ll go with Alfred and the boys and spend some more time with our guests.”

“Okay, Vivienne, you and Charlotte should go with your mom as well. Leave the dishes, we’ll get to them a bit later.”