Chapter 13: Mutiny

Christine is pregnant and we are recent, very recent newly weds. Her mother and sister came to visit and set me up, blackmailing me into marrying Christine. Now I’m stuck with them. Janice, the mother, is my worst nightmare, or a close facsimile.

The silver lining to the dark cloud, if you look at it cross-eyed and unfocused, is I get to have sex with all three of them. Theoretically, but not in reality. The two younger women, my bride and her younger sister have cut me off. The mother, Janice, demands frequent rogering. The only desire I can muster, the only way I can even get hard for Janice, is to grudge fuck her. Problem is, Janice likes being fucked violently! I’m screwed, unless I get rid of them.

My patriotic duty is to eliminate tyrants. These tyrannical women need some extreme prejudice. They have disenfranchised me, stolen my freedom. No problem, it’s easy. I could do for them between breakfast and lunch, and never feel a twinge of regret, if only it weren’t for the baby. My kid! Have to draw a line somewhere.

Puts me in mind of a true life adventure story. A real life mutiny. It happened in the Gulf of Mexico, aboard an OSV, an Oilfield Service Vessel. Counting the captain, she had six men aboard. Three were licensed officers, licensed as the Chief Engineer, Mate and Master. All but the captain were young men in their early twenties. The engineer and mate, new to their positions, were licensed for less than a year. The Master, call him Captain Bligh, was seventy years old.

They were offshore on a voyage and the weather changed, it was the first cold snap of the autumn. The HVAC unit was installed in a closet in the dining area and the thermostat mounted on the wall nearby.

The next deck up above the galley had the sleeping cabins and the level above that was the bridge, or the wheelhouse. The extensive ductwork fed the HVAC air to all levels. The bridge was at the extreme opposite end from the furnace. The HVAC, the heater, ventilation, and air-conditioning unit.

Do you know what black body effect is? It radiates away energy, specifically heat. At night, all those dark glass windows in the wheelhouse sucked the heat out of the wheelhouse in a dramatic way. Temperatures can be twenty degrees lower just because of black body effect.

Captain Bligh’s old bones were getting chilly up top in the wheelhouse with all those night darkened windows so he put the thermostat to heat position, and set the temperature on the thermostat rather high ... There was a lockable cage over the thermostat to prevent unauthorized persons from adjusting it. That’s standar practice aboard ships. Anyway, Captain Bligh set the temperature, locked the cage, put the key in the desk drawer in his cabin and returned to the bridge to navigate and steer the ship.

The young engineer stole the key from the captains room, lowered the thermostat because everybody in the galley was overly warm, then pocketed the key after relocking the cage. Wasn’t long before afreezing Captain Bligh showed up and raised ho;y hell his room had been invaded and his key stolen. He demanded return of the key.

The young engineer refused to give up the key and berated Captain Bligh for his selfish attitude. It was better the majority be comfortable and only the captain suffer, than all suffer for sake of the captain’s comfort. The crew sided with the engineer.

This is a true story. Captain Bligh called the Coast Guard and accused the crew of mutiny. They all went to jail for several years and have felony records the remainder of their lives. They got off easy. They could have been hanged for mutiny. Yes, the law still provides hanging as the penalty for dozens of serious crimes at sea.

Captain Bligh was fired and lost his pension. That was also justice.

What error in judgment did the captain and crew all share in?

Think about it.

They all misidentified the problem, and chose wrongly, and the crew chose a criminal action. The solution was very simple if they had only correctly identified the problem.

What was the real problem?

An engineering problem! Not a who’s going to be in charge problem! The Master is in charge by law.

How do you get heat to the bridge without overheating the galley? Use some aluminum foil and block off some vents in the galley. Simple, quick, and easy. Instead, they acted stupidly and went to jail.

How do I regain control of my ship from these bossy mutinous women. Not only am I the owner, I’m the Master. By law!

Hope you are enjoying this contemporary fantasy. I remind readers, it’s ONLY a fantasy story. Disregard perceived similarities to current events, I can’t foretell the future, I can only speculate.

Yob