Chapter 14: Dungeon

How do I regain control of my ship, and my life, from these bossy mutinous women? Not only am I the owner, I’m the Master. By law, as the Master and sole representative law enforcement officer on board, I have rather enormous authority, including the legal power to punish unruly personal.

If I need to discipline a disobedient crew member, for example, I am legally authorized to confine to quarters, in irons, on a bread and water diet until such disobedience shall cease. Usually that would mean, until they are willing, docile, and tractable, anxious to return to work. In Janice’s hard case stubborn recalcitrance, that could require quite a lengthy incarceration to break her rebellious spirit.

How much do Christine and Penelope love their mother? Would they surrender their own aloof superior poses for the sake of their mom’s comfort? Janice desperately need choking, but I will settle on confining to quarters, on minimum rations, and in irons. A low calorie diet won’t hurt her. She can live off her own FAT ASS a good while. What I’m lacking, is a dungeon to imprison her in. Road trip.

Farther away than I would have ordinarily chosen, because of the lengthy tow, I found and purchased another boat identical to the three smaller boats already in my rafted-up floating village. This one wasn’t free for hauling away, but cheaply priced. The interior is pretty rough, all the cushions mildewed and moldy, but who meeds them. Into the dumpster they go. A prison shouldn’t be comfortable.

Once I towed it home on a trailer I brough with me, and then towed it out to my fleet with “Stir Stick”, I invited my women to clean our new boat, thoroughly wipe it down with white vinegar inside and out. Lazy bitches refused.

As encouragements to their reconsidering, first I confiscated all their phone batteries. Since their phones weren’t taken, they only became alarmed when they tried to use them. All beverages were removed to and locked up on board “Stir Stick”, and I also cut off the supply valves on the water tanks. Then, I took my beverage laden office boat back to the marina, promising to return tomorrow. I slept well that night at the marina, after a few coctails at the lounge.

My low expectations they have cleaned the boat overnight are justified when I arrive in the morning with a thermos of coffee. They’re rather densely hardheaded and it will take at least one more thirsty night for them to realize I’m in earnest. Staying near but out of reach, I enjoyed slowly draining the entire thermos by myself, in full view in front of them. Leaving again, I promise to return around supper time to check on their progress. Just as I expected, nothing accomplished, so I returned to the marina for a second night away from their bitchiness. In the morning, I appreciated the sparkly clean sweet smelling latest boat. They received the thermos of coffee as a thank you.

Janice was offered the new boat as her quarters. She declined. A third night was spent at the marina, and by morning Janice had had a change of heart and was installed aboard the new boat, which I promptly towed a short distance away. Not too far to swim, except we have a lot of pets in the water. Alligators love marshmallows. I attracted some to hang around. in hopes of more marshmallow treats.

Most anything imaginable can be found on the Internet, including wrists and leg shackles for play dungeons. The shackles aren’t pretend. Sturdily constructed and equipped with stout chains, they are inescapable. Subduing Janice took some effort. She is a strong and determined woman. As big as she is, a strong as she is, I’m bigger and stronger, and know more about hand to hand combat. Eventually, she was confined within her new quarters, in irons. A wireless security camera is set up, so she is always in view.