Chapter 1

At age twenty six Ken Long had been the Captain of a small freight vessel operating from Elisabeth New Jersey to Bermuda. His small ship was not built as a cargo vessel, she had been built as a Coast Guard Rescue ship. She was very fast and strongly built. Her living accommodations were simple and plain. The ship had been commissioned thirty years before. She had been declared as government surplus. A group of small shipping companies had bought her at auction. She sold cheap. Little was done to modify her for her new duties. She already had an eighty ton crane mounted on her fore peak and enough deck space for four forty foot cargo containers on her fore deck.

The small ship was re-named the Jersey Tramp. Home port Elizabeth N.J.

The owners hired a crew. Thomas Newton was hired as Captain, he drank heavily and had not been able to hold a job for long. Kenneth Long was hired as his second in command. The third time Newton was too drunk to report to the ship for duty he was fired. Ken Long was made acting captain.

The crew consisted of ten Porto Ricans, all sullen underpaid, lazy bastards.

The ship's cook was a crazy Scott, he was a good cook but often was on some kind of drug. Ken made nine trips to Bermuda and back before the owners decided that there was not enough profit.

The owners put her up for sale and paid off the crew.

Ken Long was without a job. He applied as a ships master and waited for an opening somewhere.

Ken lived on a fiberglass Shanty Boat in a creek near Bayonne. He had bought his home several years before and though it was not large it was fine for his needs. It was air-conditioned and in the winter heated by propane gas heaters. He had public water, power and a phone. The Shanty Boat had a toilet and shower built on deck when he bought it. Ken had installed a gas hot water heater and a full bath with shower below after he bought the boat. Ken had removed the four bunk beds and bought a queen size bed to take their place. (Ken was six foot four tall, he needed the extra length to stretch out)

Over the years he re-built the kitchen and insulated the walls and ceiling. He had put down tile flooring and built an entertainment center. His home was nice inside but from outside looked like a crappy piece of junk. He made it look that way so thieves would ignore it.

Ken had an old fiber glass fishing boat tied alongside his home. It too looked like a piece of junk but it had a large diesel engine and the best of equipment. The bridge control house was equipped with all the most modern devices.

Below in the foreword cabin was two extra length bunks and a small galley.

Ken made a good living fishing when he was not employed at sea.

The Jersey Tramp was bought by a Swiss company and towed to a ship yard near Bayonne. Ken saw her there and asked the yard manager about her. He was told that the Swiss company had authorized her to be made into a seagoing luxury vessel and set up to accommodate the owner and twenty four guests. The yard was going to do near a half million dollars worth of work on the ship. She would have twelve large luxury cabins. She would have a large lounge cabin and a smaller one for a game room. Each cabin would have a bath with a shower, a small TV and at least one port hole.

Six months later she was finished.

Ken stopped by the yard and asked about the ship. She had been re-named The Sea Sprite and her home port now was Port Everglades Florida. The yard was instructed to have her delivered to Port Everglades when they were through with her.

She was to await her owners there and be manned by a skeleton crew until further notice.

Ken applied for the job as Master. When he told the yard people he had been the ships captain on nine trips to Bermuda and acted as first mate on three others he was hired. Ken knew five seamen he could hire and with the yard's permission he put them on stand by pay. He needed a cook and galley helper, he advertised in the seaman's hiring centers. Ken quickly found out that there was none to be hired. He entered an ad in the New York Times for a seagoing cook and helper.

Ken got nearly a dozen calls from his ad, the first one had nearly no English and no experience as a cook on a ship. Five were not interested in a short cruse then perhaps being laid off. One call was from the crazy Scot that had worked for Ken before on the trips to Bermuda. Ken told him the job was already filled. Several others called and after hearing the details, decided the job was not for them.

Ken and his five member crew were eating at home or in restaurants. The ship was not provisioned, nor was it ready for sea. Maybe a tenth of her total fuel storage was in her tanks and there were no galley provisions. Ken asked the yard people to contact the ship's owners for instructions regarding fitting the ship out for sea. Two days later a man from the New York Branch of the Swiss bank appeared. He was a banker and knew nothing about ships. His first question was " What do you need to deliver this ship to Port Everglades" ?

Ken told him he needed thirty thousand gallons of fuel, food for ten days for the crew, linens for the beds, fresh water in the tanks and hundreds of other things.

The banker asked Ken if he could get the ship ready. Ken asked him how the ships requirements would be paid for. The banker said " I will issue purchase order numbers over the phone and promptly pay invoices from the bank for the owner." The banker asked how soon Ken thought he could sail. Ken estimated that he would be ready in one week.

He desperately needed a cook. He needed someone to handle making a list for food. Ken was engrossed in ordering the necessary ship's stores. From toilet tissue to fuel he was constantly adding to his list.

Five days before he planned on leaving port a lady called and asked if he still needed a cook and galley helper. Ken told her the positions were still open. The lady introduced herself as Patricia Arnold. She said she was working at a fine restaurant in Elisabeth as head chef but wanted to make a change. Ms. Arnold invited him to be her guest for dinner that night, they could talk after eight there.

Ken agreed and Ms. Arnold said he would have reservations at eight. She said the tab would be on her. At ten before eight Ken drove his beat up fifteen year old four door pickup into the parking lot and parked among expensive cars. Ken wore a coat and tie. The head waiter looked up his reservation and smiled, " You are Pat's guest are you not." Ken said he was. The head waiter ushered him to a table and told Ken he would tell her he was here.

In a few minutes a tall lady stepped through the doors from the kitchen, hung her chef's cap and apron on a hook and walked to his table. She asked if he was Captain Keneth Long. When he said he was she said that she was Patricia Arnold, Pat for short. Pat said " I am interested in making a change, I have quit here." " When a person does not enjoy her job anymore she needs to find something else." Pat said she had given notice two weeks before and was available for a new job now.

Pat said she had prepared their dinner and as soon as they had a glass of wine it would be served. In the meantime she wanted to hear about the opening on his ship. Pat asked how many she would be feeding. Ken told her that twelve would be the numbers of the crew at first.

Ken said meals were served in the mornings at seven am. Morning and noon meals were taken to the bridge watch and they ate on duty while the others ate in the dining area. The evening meal was from six until seven, same drill. Ken said that seamen were hearty eaters but were accustomed to plain foods. Pat said that she knew, when she was fifteen she had been cooking at a seaman's boarding house during her summer out of school.

Ken asked her how old she was now.

Pat said she was twenty seven now.

(That was Ken's age)

Their dinner was served, it was perfect. Pat had outdone herself.

After eating Ken asked Pat if she understood the job she was applying for. Pat said " I feed over six hundred people at lunch here and over four hundred for dinner, I think I am asking for an easier job with you.

Ken said that the usual cook's quarters were in the bunk room below decks, with the crew. He said he would have to allow her to sleep in the first mates cabin topside if he hired her. It had it's own private bath and would let her have some privacy.

Pat said if Ken hired her Clancy Parker wanted to be cooks mate, would there be private quarters for her. Ken said that there were none other than a folding bed in what would be her cabin.

Pat had hung her cook's apron and cap up as she left the kitchen, she was wearing tight white jeans and an opaque white blouse. Pat's skin color bra shaped lovely medium size tits, the nipples were well defined through the lace. She was tall, over six feet and moved with the grace of a cat. At first Ken had considered her face as being plain, that changed when she smiled, she was beautiful then. Pat's face was flawless and she wore no makeup to enhance the beauty of it.

Pat asked Ken if he would like a tour of her kitchen. Ken knew she wanted to impress him. He told her he would like that.

Pat led the way to the automatic doors and they entered an immaculate cooking area. There were eight persons busy filling orders. Four men wore chef's caps four wore head covers. Only one woman was in the kitchen, Pat introduced her as Clancy Parker. Clancy was putting the finishing touches on a tray of salads. Like Pat she was a tall girl, at least six foot. Clancy was very pretty and wore a nice smile.

Pat introduced Clancy to Captain Keneth Long. She said " He is the captain of the ship I have asked for jobs as cooks on. Clancy said she would like Ken to hire them, both she and Pat had quit here and were planing to move to Florida. Clancy said all of the fine dining places here were Syndicate owned and the pretty women employees were expected to entertain mob members. She said that Pat and she were not that kind of women.

Ken told them that they were hired and what he was prepared to pay them. Ken warned that the job might be temporary after they docked at Port Everglades. Ken said that in that event he would pay their air fare back to New Jersey.

Pat asked if they could see the ship after their shift was over before they agreed to take the job. She said they would be off duty and could leave in less than an hour. Ken waited in the bar until they joined him. Both had received their final pay check. They followed Ken to the ship. Ken showed them the galley first.

Pat said " There are no utensils or food, what do we do about that" ? Ken told them to make a list of what the ship needed and he would get purchase orders the next morning.

Ken showed them their quarters. The cabin was fairly large, when the ship had been built the First Mate's quarters had an office area in the cabin. Pat said " I have a nice extra length twin bed room suit in my apartment that would fit in here if that bunk bed was removed and that desk. She said she had a nice couch and recliner that would fit in the other end and a twenty four inch TV that could go in that recess in the bulkhead. She even had a VCR and a CD player she would like to bring.

Clancy said she had all ready sold her things to her apartment mate and the only thing she had to move were her clothes.

Ken sent them home with instructions to report aboard at eight the following morning.

Clancy arrived at seven with her clothes in garbage bags and her few pieces of luggage. Pat came aboard as Ken's crew were unloading Clancy's car. She had all of her clothes in boxes.

Ken started the crew removing the bunk bed and desk from their cabin. Pat had a complete list of what she wanted for her galley. Ken called the Swiss banker and got several P.O. numbers for supplies.

By noon Pat and Clancy had gone to a restaurant supply house and ordered every thing they thought was needed for their kitchen. They bought the best of everything.

Two seamen had helped berth a ship that was to be laid up for months for new engines and painting. They were laid off and looking for a job. Both applied for jobs. Ken hired them. That brought his crew up to twelve men and two ladies.

That afternoon Ken and two crew members followed Pat to her apartment in his pickup. It took three trips to move her things. She brought her microwave for the galley. She brought every thing in her kitchen. She brought her couch and recliner and bed room furniture, her TV and CD player. She and Clancy had a place to sleep on board ship that night.

Pat and Clancy made a list of foods for the trip to Florida. There was a food chandler in Newark that Ken placed the order with. They would deliver the next morning.

Pat and Clancy slept aboard that night as did Ken and most of the crew.

The next morning they went to a nearby cafeteria for breakfast. The food for the ship was due at nine. Part of the crew unloaded and stored the food and Ken and two men took out that bunk bed and desk and chairs in his cabin. He was too tall for that bunk and ordered a Queen size bed for himself. He ordered the matching night stands and chest as well. Ken ordered a small couch and end tables with lamps and an arm chair.

Except for fuel the Sea Sprite was ready for her departure to Florida.

Ken called his contact at the Swiss bank and reported that he was ready to leave and got a P.O. number for fuel and dockage fees at Port Everglades. The banker said he had not been in contact with the owner for three days but the last instructions he had were to get the ship to Port Everglades and have her ready for departure for an extended cruise. Ken said they would take on fuel the next morning and sail about noon. Ken gave the channel and call letters for their ship to shore and hung up.

Pat and Clancy served lunch that day and dinner that evening. The food was going to be fine on the trip. Breakfast the next morning was efficiently served and good.

Ken eased the ship into the fueling docks at Elisabeth and filled her tanks. They left down river for the sea. Once at sea Ken turned the wheel over to a seaman and checked his ship. With the small crew only three members would be on duty each watch. In the engine room a seaman reported that all was well, every gauge was at it's proper reading. Ken noted that the noise level had been reduced during her recent rebuilding. He and the seaman could converse in normal tones. All of the engine room gauges were in a display panel behind a desk. There was a soft arm chair. The latest in radio communication equipment was on the desk.

In the galley Pat and Clancy were ready to serve the noon meal. The kitchen and dining area were immaculate.

Ken found most of the off duty crew members in their lounge and bunk room. Some were playing cards, some snoozing on their bunks. The engine noise from below could be barely heard.

On the bridge deck the helmsman was exactly on the compass heading Ken had given him. The other member of the watch was out on the covered walkway around the bridge with a pair of binoculars. His duty was to watch traffic around them. He came inside and said there was an oil tanker converging with their course about ten miles away. The helmsman asked Ken if he should slack off their speed to pass behind the tanker. Ken said " We are doing only thirty five knots why don't you speed up to forty and cross well in front of her." The helmsman asked if the ship could go that fast. Ken told him that the ship would go as fast as forty six knots. Ken said the Sea Sprite had been built for the Coast Guard and was used as a rescue vessel. He said " In the event of a ship in distress she was supposed to get there fast." The helmsman advanced the throttle slowly and the ship gathered speed to forty knots. They passed over a mile ahead of the tanker. Ken requested that the ships speed be reduced to thirty five knots, that was for the more economical use of fuel. Ken called the engine room and asked if all the gauges were still normal. He got an affirmative and left the bridge.

Lunch was being served when he went below. Pat and Clancy had a delicious selection. Ken usually ate a light noon meal if he ate at all. He settled for soup and salad. Clancy took orders on the inter com from the bridge and engine room and took trays there.

Ken was thinking that he had never seen as well run galley before.

After Pat and Clancy cleaned up from lunch they took a break in their quarters. Ken went to his.

Ken was laying on his bed reading a Clieve Cussler novel when Pat tapped on his door. He shouted " Come in." Pat entered and asked what was behind the locked door in their room. Ken said she must be talking about the storage area for fire arms when the ship was doing duty as a Coast Guard vessel. Pat said that the small locker in their cabin was not large enough for their clothes, she asked if they could use it as storage. Ken got keys and followed her across the hall. He opened a steel door and they entered a large closet. The arms racks had been stripped out down one side but the shelves for ammo were left down the other. Clancy said "It's like a big walk in closet all it needs is some closet rods." Ken told them that clothes on hangers wore out from the motion of the ship and that they could use it for storage but he advised them to fold their clothes and use boxes on the shelves to put them in.

Pat said " We have nearly three hours before we need to prepare dinner, let's find our bathing suits and get some sun on the stern anchor deck." She said no one could see them there. Ken said "I can from my cabin." Clancy said " Please don't look though, I may get nude and tan my whole body." Pat said " Me too."

An hour later after checking the ship Ken returned to his cabin, he had forgotten that the ladies were sunning on the deck.

Ken scanned the area behind the ship and then looked down. Both women were turning over to lie on their backs. They were completely nude. Ken was looking at four perfect tits and two beautiful pussys. Pat had long dark brown hair, Ken had not known that. She had kept it up in a bun every time he had seen her before. when she had laid back down on her back she had fanned it out around her head.

Clancy was a real blond or she dyed her bush with her hair. She too had long hair and it was fanned out around her head.

Ken could not help getting a hard on looking at them. Ken decided to take a shower and relieve his throbbing cock. That helped but the picture of them kept returning to his mind the rest of the afternoon. Ken dressed in shorts and a tee shirt after his shower. He went up to the bridge deck and checked the weather on the radio. Heavy rain squalls were heading toward them from the west. Most of the weather would pass behind them to the north but the southern part would give the ship a bath. Ken decided to stay on the bridge. Clancy brought three dinner trays to the bridge at six thirty. It was raining hard. The red night lights were on and the helmsman was peering through the spinning wind shield dead ahead. Ken had his head under the Radar hood scanning the area ahead. The other crewman on watch was walking from side to side of the bridge scanning the areas on the sides through spinning glass sections. Clancy said that no one below had any idea that it was like this outside.

Ken said that the rain had stilled the waves slightly and there was not that much wind at sea level. Visibility was the main problem. He told Clancy to not worry they would be clear of this in an hour. Thirty minutes later when Clancy returned for their trays the rain was a lot lighter. When the sky was full of stars and the rain was over Ken decided to go to his cabin. There were only two staterooms below the bridge, his and Pat and Clancy's. The narrow hallway ended at the water tight hatch out on to the stern anchor deck. Ken closed the hatch from the ships ladder landing to their hallway but did not latch it.

He heard " I think that if we play that Tom Cruise movie I can get through the night easier." The other voice said "But Richard Gear is so much more sexy and you have not seen this one."

Ken went back to the hall bulkhead and slammed it. He stuck his head in their open door and said " Hi ladies, what are you doing" ?

They both were wearing identical 'baby doll' pajamas and all of their legs were bare, the panties were such that their hips showed to their waist. The tops were loose and formed to their tits. The bottom of those tops allowed a broad strip of their flat bellies to show

Pat said " We were just about to view a movie, want to join us" ?

Ken said " Sounds good to me."

Clancy started the VCR tape and the movie began. Pat said " Take the couch and I will sit on the floor, Clancy can have the recliner."

Ken relaxed on the couch with his legs spread and half turned toward the TV. Pat was on the floor leaning on the couch her knees up and two sofa pillows behind her back. Clancy had her chair in full recline position.

The movie started right off with a sexy scene, Pat took Ken's shoes off and massaged his right foot.

Clancy looked and softly said " O shit." Ken realized she was looking up the loose legs of his shorts and could see his testicles and part of his cock. Pat had Ken's right foot in her lap, she was firmly bending and twisting his toes and kneading the arch of his foot. Ken's heel was resting in the junction of her legs. The movie action turned into a bedroom fuck with the actress on top and her tits bouncing. After that there was a flash to the bad guys and their making plans. Clancy pressed the stop button on the remote and announced it was break time.

Clancy went in their bath and was gone a long time. Pat put Ken's foot on the floor and asked Ken if he would like a cold bottle of water. When he said he would, she went to a tiny fridge and brought back three ice cold pint bottles. They talked about the movie and the plot as it was developing, Pat admitted the sex scene was arousing. She wondered if there was actual penetration while that was filmed. Ken told her that the actor was supposed to be queer and he doubted it.

Clancy came back from the toilet with a smug satisfied look on her face. She had the odor, no she reeked, of the smell of a woman that had just had sex. The crotch of her pajamas was becoming very wet.

They resumed watching the movie. Pat got back in the position she had occupied before and said " Give me your other foot now." Ken hoisted his right leg over Pat and laid it out on the couch behind her. Pat lifted his left foot to her lap. That time Ken's heel was pressed more firmly in Pat's crotch. The movie became another torrid sex episode and Pat was pressing his foot tighter between her spread legs. She was sneaking looks up the gaping legs of Ken's shorts at his tight scrotum and the huge bulge of the front of them. Ken could tell when Pat had her orgasm, she moaned and held his foot to her tight and humped it.

Ken said " Clancy cut the movie off for a minute." When the room was silent Ken asked them how long it had been since they had sex with a man.

Pat said that she had been celibate since her divorce two years before. Clancy said that she had not had a man since her divorce over a year ago.

Ken said " You two appear to be really in need of a man, would you like me to help" ? Pat said " I would" Clancy said " Me too." Ken said " I want to check the ship, why don't you girls go get in the big bed in my cabin and I will join you there in a few."

Ken slipped his shoes on and left.

Clancy said " God neither of us are on birth control pills but I need him so bad I am willing to take the chance." Pat said " I feel that way too." They took their night wear off and went across the hall to Ken's cabin. Pat remarked that Ken was a tidy person and kept his cabin in order and his bed made. They turned the bed down and Pat turned off all of the lights. Clancy said " God I hope he likes us, he is so handsome and nice." Pat said " Me too, he is not a bit like that goon I was married to." Clancy said " Mine was a homosexual and I had a hell of a time getting him hard but then when I did his mind was not really on it." Pat asked if Clancy had seen the size of the bulge in Ken's shorts. Clancy said she had and she thought she had never had one that big in her. Pat said she thought she had not either.