The Road to Chaos
Copyright© 2018 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 9
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9 - JW and Cyn Flintkote break away from their little sister. Jw is headed for Japan. He wants to be a Hero...like his dad. Cyn wants away.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers Heterosexual Fiction School Science Fiction Incest Brother Sister White Male White Female Oral Sex
Handshakes all round, drop the lines and we were off. Same as last time, we motored out, intending to anchor at Bongaree but we had the tide and 15 knots ... so we sailed out of the bay into the Coral Sea.
Well out.
I wanted to have the Great Barrier Reef on my port side.
“No! No, no and no,” said Zoe. “We’re going to Rabaul ... then we’re going to Japan.”
“And why are we going to Rabaul?”
“We’re going to rescue a girl I went to school with.”
Now ... that sounds like something right up my alley. A heroic rescue.
<Who says she needs rescuing?>
“Well, does she?” JW said.
“Does she what?” Zo asked.
You guys need to give me a warning, “Why does she need rescuing?”
<Ooo ... nice save, JW.>
“Forced into a marriage she doesn’t want,” explained Zo. “She’s in love with a guy from school.”
<It’s an arranged marriage, JW. Forging an alliance between two businesses.>
“How do you know?” This could get complicated, I thought. The Powers that Be chuckled. <We’re historians ... we know everything.>
“Because she told me so,” Zoe said. “Can’t you just take my word for it?”
“Why was she in school with you?”
“Boarding school. We get students from all the islands.”
“We get?”
“They ... the school gets ... I graduated,” Zo said.
“When does this supposed marriage take place?”
“Three weeks... 21 days.”
<1440 miles.>
Thanks. “1440 miles.”
<You’ll average 6 knots. 10 days.>
“Ten days,” I said.
Zo looked surprised, “How do you know that?”
“Genius.” I tapped the side of my head.
She gave me the mom look ... tapped the side of my head and said, “Crazy.”
“No ... he’s right but it’s 1443 nautical miles ... one thousand six hundred sixty and a half miles or two thousand six hundred seventy two kilometers. At 6 knots it’s 10 days ... at 5 knots it’s twelve,” Cyn said.
“I keep forgetting you two aren’t normal,” Zo said. “Somebody give me some paper.”
With paper, pencil and standard math, Zo figured ... then she crumpled the sheet and said, “Okay ... so you’re right. You did that in your head.”
“Yes,” like twins.
I needed a map. We all headed for the navigation work-space. It’s to the port side of the companionway ... next to the mechanical spaces. If we were crowded a party could sleep in the small berth between the nav station and the stern. The steering quadrant is part of the decoration ... it can get noisy ... but most people are used to the noise of the city. Compared to the city, the steering gear is quiet ... almost hypnotic.
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