New Homeport Island Part 11

Artimus drew near the end of his speech stating clearly as though he were still in charge, "I won't have you making me a liar and go to war, with your s.h.i.+pmates. They were your friends and they are just trying to survive, and if I were still a captain that would be an order to you and them, but I expect you'll still stand for what is right and in this case, obvious."

Were it not for his somewhat obvious, or at least obvious to some, manipulations this might have been an acceptable management technique. But, he had a tendency to disgrace people that were about to receive a medal with an equally disgraceful 'initiation'. He once tried to award a sailor with the medal of valor, the initiation was to have a three gallon bucket of horse s.e.m.e.n dumped over the sailor first, the medal was refused and it is rumored that man returned with Dave's wife's head in a box, and showed it to him then disposed of all the remains. This was Dave's karma; that is, both his fate derived from his personality traits, and just a manifestation of his pa.s.sive aggressive 'intensity'. He was an ideal candidate to command a Spruance cla.s.s destroyer.

Once Artimus finished his speech Gunners mate Smity asked the crowd, "Is that not your Captain?" QM2 Koleson responded, "I think I can answer that." Artimus's entire body braced and he held himself back in a manner befitting a man, then turned and walked away.

Chief Casius said inquisitively, "Maybe we should give him a second chance?" To which Chief Carl quickly responded, "f.u.c.k you."

For Artimus it was now or never, he would put it all on the table and do the unthinkable. He would head over to the beach front beneath the cliff and enter what had become the enlisted club, an act of flagrant disrespect to the privacy and dignity of the enlisted man. To imply the need for formality and respect for station in that type of social environment was an intrusive abuse of rank. As he turned the corner and saw the enlisted there their eyes went wide, this is where they go when they are on the verge of killing an officer. Their fists clinched and Artimus knew that that one piece of obscure tradition and etiquette not being adhered to might cost him not only his political play but perhaps an eye or a lung as well.

Artimus avoided making eye contact and announced, "I've just spoken with the senate and things could get worse. I knew this is where you relax and I'll be brief...I'm just going to say it; I am offering to be your captain again. I think it should be made a vote over on the beach head." Then he turned and walked away listening for the sound of gorilla enlisted storming him from behind. He headed straight to the pentagon to once again p.i.s.s in 'his spot'. His s.h.i.+fted contextualization's were intentional, even if misplaced. He had in effect started a rumor in the enlisted club that there was talk of restoring him as captain, he had made his negotiations seem dangerous and heroic, he had made a play for power and had not yet revealed that there was to be a trade authority, he had implied he accepted his loss of authority, and that doom lies on the horizon. All in total a typical Navy captain of the sunken s.h.i.+p variety, but he was banking on increased productivity under his stewards.h.i.+p and he was in fact found guilty at trial, by his own crew, of criminal neglect. For this Captain, that was a 'winning' formula .

It didn't take long for the agitation in the enlisted club to set in. They returned at such a hurried pace it looked as though they would break into a run and start a tackling a.s.sault of the first people they came across.

'Why did you send him over there?' was their first question and it seemed like their second question though mixed with doubt and insecurity, reducing their a.s.sertion to near gibberish was, 'What are we going to do without him?'

Branson asked, "What is he doing now?" Milson responded, "Well boats, it seems he won't let us die after all."

Branson pointed at the judges table and asked, "What are those?" Milson smirked and said, "That's what he got for us."

Branson and Cair walked up and stirred the dominos after flipping the face down and selected the middle tile then commenced a game of dominos.

Cair said, "I know this sounds silly but as far as things he could get us this is pretty good." Milson replied, "I got the winner next game." Branson looked at him with a blank psychotic look and asked, "You play dominos?" Milson said, "I'm better at pool, but ya." Branson laughed and said, "You ain't got a chance...you don't have your cowboy boots on." Cair snickered and covered his mouth just before he bent over with laughter as if he were holding in his dentures. Branson looked over at the crowd watching the group that had stayed exclusively at the enlisted club since it started with the exception of getting food and said, "If he's still a captain then I'm still a first cla.s.s.

Deck division, quarters in the morning for work detail! Consider today a Sunday."

Ensign Clarkson had a huge smile draw crossed her face and glanced at Swishzel. Swishzel glanced around at the crowd and noticed everyone seemed to accept the order. Then he glanced at Ensign Lees and he too was grinning ear to ear.

Artimus heard what was said from within the pentagon and his cabin boy stepped in and asked, "Sir, did you call for quarters in the morning." Artimus sighed a sigh of relief and replied, "Here, let me explain a few things to you. Come sit in my lap." Wildly gulped loudly and followed that order.

As Clarkson headed to the pentagon to inform her captain she saw Lieutenant Capes dart out of the pentagon toward her and he asked, "You weren't going in there were you?" She asked smugly, "Why?" Capes answered, "Their doing professional development again." Becky scoffed, "I thought he agreed it was just a delirium of fever?" Koleson standing nearby interjected in a comically feminine inflection, "He's had more of those than you realize." Jane stepped up and retorted, "Oh bulls.h.i.+t you b.i.t.c.h. It's just s.e.xually, he's evil."

Once again we sat at the end of our day in the boiler site tallying our day of survival. The fis.h.i.+ng was done and once again successful, the water had been made, we had finished the cistern but waited the drying of the cement, and had built a wall.

We started setting ourselves up to fall asleep next to those we trusted and were comfortable with and drifted to sleep by the faint light of the boiler fires. The gate for the wall would be up soon and this time I caught an interloper. I had hoped at first it was another boar, instead a female of the militant camp had apparently been practicing our sleeping ritual of 'safe comfort' for weeks.

Atrisia slipped in and lay beside Tommi and took her hand. Tommi whimpered and rolled over turning her back to Atrisia and Atrisia nuzzled in with a sigh of contentment.

Tommi began to dream; She was on a wooden s.h.i.+p dressed in coveralls and from the decks she hear a rumble bellow and the Captain yelled for her to investigate and report, but the captain was not Artimus it was Capes. She replied, "Aye, Aye sir." and rushed down a short wooden stair well striking below. From the glow of the kerosene lanterns she saw a hull plank kick in, in such a way that it should have broken or spilt water and a wooden barrel fell over and rolled to her.

As the barrel approached her she felt a Hot breath against her ear and just before she turned to look again the hull planks jumped inward, this time spilling some sea water. Tommi gasped and tried to run but her legs were intangled in a coil of line that had fallen on the deck. She reached up to a net in the overhead and pulled up to free herself from the line. As she did her s.h.i.+rt pulled tight and lifted exposing her midriff to the warm breeze that now filled the inside of the s.h.i.+p. She briefly considered that there may be a fire and realized this was not the destroyer she had served on but another s.h.i.+p. She pulled hard on the net and the b.u.t.tons of her s.h.i.+rt popped off revealing her breast and warm drips of water landed on her nipples feeling like warm wax.

The hull smacked again and the hull planks broke sea water spilled in and began to flood the s.h.i.+p. There in the murk dark waters was some sort of creature swimming around and Tommi yelled, "Shark!!" She heard mummers from the deck above her and realized they hadn't heard her. She kicked at the line around her boots and knock her boats off and the line fell away, but her hands were now trapped in the net. As she struggled she realized she had forgotten her belt and feared one of the men discovering her predicament, the very notion of being caught that way made her body tingle down her spine. She decided to flip upside down and use her feet to free herself from the net, but could not manage to get her feet that high and the creature in the water was alerted to her by her movement. She saw one dark eye press up against the hull. The creatures body was slick and s.h.i.+ny black, it was so large it blocked the hole in the hull stopping the water. She thought, 'that must be a whale' but then there was a shrill and tentacles slid up through the water and wrapped around her naked legs. Tommi quivered in fear, feeling a slimmy black tentacle slithering up her leg feeling for a path along her leg to take her down. Tommi moaned short and soft sighs as the octopus slammed the hull again.

The tentacle had reached the upper slop of her hip and began to entwine itself around her thigh. She felt the suction cups biting at her a.s.s. She whispered to herself, "Don't let it go in, don't let it go in." She cried out, "Please!!" and the tentacle released then slapped up again sharply at her a.s.s then slid down like a tongue between her b.u.t.tocks right against the soft sensitive a.n.u.s. Tommi let out shuttering breaths and moaned loudly, she knew one of the men would hear, but she needed help and it was time to sacrifice her pride to save her life.

The tentacle wrapped tightly and painfully around her right tigh and tickled at her knee by sliding back and forth like a tongue lick a lollipop. From out of the spraying sea water came an explosion of blood and a second tentacle grabbed her left ankle and pulled sharply as if to split her in half. She felt hot water pouring down her chest from the overhead, run down her l.a.b.i.a and down her thigh. And a tentacle pa.s.sed like a stealthy cat over the net and around it grabbing her chest, pressing against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s forcefully. It then crawled with tingles up and around her neck and chocked her so that she could barely breath.

And yet another tentacle rose out of the water to try and tare her in two, it pressed hard on her exposed l.a.b.i.a and lips. She finally managed to free one of her hand and reached down pulling it away from her, but the tentacle slid between her hands and penetrated her p.u.s.s.y. Tommi screamed in fear and pain, then realized it didn't hurt and feared she might not feel the pain because she was dying.

She began to faint from being strangled and her trapped hand came free. She reached down with both hands pulling at the tentacle penetrating her and just when she thought she would succeed in removing it, it would turn soft and slip through her hands like warm b.u.t.ter. The tentacle around her neck loosened and the tip slipped a crossed her lips. Tommi realized the beast was tasting her and it was the blood of her monthly cycle that had drawn it. The octopus drank from her v.a.g.i.n.a as she hung there impaled on a slippery black tentacle covered in slime and only as firm as it need to be to get what it wanted. Instead of trying to grasp her arms and hands the octopus was content to squeeze her chest and chock her as he held open her legs at the ankles and bracing her right thigh. The tentacle had become hot as it drank and Tommi realized she was strong and powerful, no other woman she knew would survive this.

She kicked the tentacle from her left ankle and it released her, but that tentacle had been supporting her weight and now with more of her weight upon the impaling tentacle her lips pulled away from each other painfully. She cried out, "Oh G.o.d!!" The tentacle that had been holding her ankle and pulling her apart now licked at her a.n.u.s, and the one that had brushed against her lower lip and left slime had now covered her mouth as though to regain that slime so as to leave no trace.

Tommi fought to pull the tentacle from her chest and watched as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s under that pressure wept with milk from her nipples, in shock she cried out, "I can't get pregnant!!"

Atrisia lying next to Tommi felt her go into fever and noticed her breathing was short and labored. Atrisia whispered in Tommi's ear, "That's right b.i.t.c.h get some." Atrisia loosened Tommi's belt and slipped her hand down into her panties all the while with a smug smile on her face. Atrisia found what she had expected, Tommi was hot, wet, and swollen. Atrisia moistened Tommi's c.l.i.toris with her own fluids, then slipped her hand up to Tommi's mouth and moisten her lips and dabbed at her nose so that she would smell and taste herself.

Then she reached into her own pants, free of panties she could not be caught dead in she moisten her own c.l.i.toris and then moistened Tommi's lips with her fluids and dabbed at her nose after drawing again from her own well of l.u.s.t. The she reached in and tickled at Tommi's a.n.u.s while hugging her tight a crossed the b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Tommi s.h.i.+fted, rocking herself trying to escape that grasp in her sleep while Atrisia sniffed at the back of her neck and tasted the sweat there, all the while rubbing herself into an o.r.g.a.s.mic frenzy. Atrisia let out sharp breaths with a 'utsht utsht' sound. Then slowly slipped away from Tommi, whispering in her ear, "I hope your p.u.s.s.y aches for me all night you tease." Then she left through the gate.

I had hoped I was dreaming but none the less that gate was a priority for tomorrow. The next morning we awoke at about the same time and Tommi headed back into the bushes, she called out to Joseph that she needed some help untangling some line. Joseph pulled back his unkempt hair and checked his fly, as he walked over to the bushes he said, "I've heard that one before." I looked over at Mich.e.l.le, she lay there staring at me and used her finger to signal me over then pointed at her feet. As I moved toward her I said, "I had a f.u.c.ked up dream and we've got to get that gate done today." She replied, "Uh ha and again pointed at her feet with a sly smile." Athena sat up and interjected, "Okay, well I'm going for my morning s.h.i.+t." Dave Miles replied, "Bury it please, I stepped in the last one." Tim commented, "I think that was mine." I watched Athena's a.s.s sway as she walked away and saw her pull her panties from her a.s.s crack then looked back at Mich.e.l.le. Mich.e.l.le looked at me sternly and said in a loud whispered, "Feet."

Chapter Eleven.

Life begins We had just finished the sixth rib for the s.h.i.+p 'Woodenpeg' and decide to try and make them in groups of three. We had dug a vent for the heat to travel up a hill and bubble out of a mud puddle steaming the wood. For that paper bellows a.s.sembly I actually considered a wind vane, but that would have required too many on planning, and pulled resources for something that was just as well manual labor. I had a project I had been concealing and the time I had available for it came in spurts.

As we laid the last of the individually made ribs we had a celebration. We sang songs composed of misheard lyrics as we lashed the rib to the keel and used what still vaguely resembled keys to wheedle out holes for fastening pegs and dowels. We figured once they were seal by smoke and glued by tree sap they would absolutely hold as though it had grown that way. Some said they felt like they were building a cathedral, so we used one of the vases to baptize them when they least expected it. As the cistern filled use of water became more liberal and Mich.e.l.le's feet were finally clean!

We took those sc.r.a.ps of hide from the one boar we had taken so far and hollowed out some wood and made bongos, or at least a couple of drums of sorts. Tim turned out to be alright with leather working and said once we had enough he'd make himself a bomber jacket.

The drums were playing as a myriad of former sailors placed the first layer of hull planks. Athena's clay ocarina played an upbeat tune like birds at play, and we danced pa.s.sing bread and fish and our newly discovered leeches, the only fruit of the island in season.

Tournaments of dominos and Chinese checkers filled the early day; we danced as though it were a completion and sang together as one choir. Male verses female wrestling matches were my favorite, the trick was knowing when to let her win. It was a completion amongst the men to hit exactly the right moment to let her turn the tides, and the bragging was based on the after effect of her amorous aggressions, no one amongst us could deny that a 'win' was in fact a 'win'.

Joseph Leos was quite skilled at losing to Tommi Gruble, but he had been practicing since before the wrestling matches were conceived. Against Athena Williams I lost well and she was very stirred; but against Mich.e.l.le, I thought I was going to become barefoot and pregnant. Michael was the worst when he wrestled Jennifer, he didn't let her win at all but she seemed to find the fear of him not stopping just as exciting as finally being on top was for the other women. When it came to Tim we couldn't form a consensus, to some he appeared very good, to others the repeated knee to his groin seemed absolutely real and Mich.e.l.le had never done that to me but in Tim's case she wouldn't stop until he sounded like a female cartoon character crying about her acorns.

Gabriel Nosion was wondering near the new wall, he had been surviving on the island foods as long as we had. Something we never knew was his constant congestion and digestive problems, as well as serious nervous conditions of anxiety and panic attacks, which he hid well, had been holding him back.

Constantly in gastric distress and in a haze of allergy induced cognitive fog, he seemed like just one of the guys. It was all due to a food allergy, he was allergic to soy. On one occasion long ago he had to work late on the electric plant control console, it was his duty day. The problem was daunting to everyone, but had to be fixed. The long working hours and allergy effects from lunch that day combined into a tension headache for which he took a sinus medication containing ephedrine. It knocked out the allergen effect entirely making him temporarily a genius. And now without any soy to be eaten or added to his foods his intellect was sky rocketing.

We were playing Chinese checkers and planning our next project. Tommi said, "I want to build a lookout tower." Tim asked, "Like the tree house they were building?" Athena asked, "Is that the best we can do?"

I glanced over at the planks we still had left and said, "Maybe an elevated patio deck." Gabriel added, "About thirty feet." as he walked in and joined us. Megan asked, "You joining us now?" Gabriel replied, "I had been over on the beach they called the enlisted club spear fis.h.i.+ng." Dave Miles said, "If you missed all that drama you don't want to join them now." Gabriel retorted, "I guess I'm over here then."

Mich.e.l.le picked up one of the red game pieces and moved it saying, "I'm going to win." Michael laughed, "They'll let you win at wrestling for obvious reasons but even Chinese checkers is something they won't throw." Mich.e.l.le looked up at me and saw the expression on my face and in a snarky utterance said, "Finally a real challenge."

Athena looked back and forth between us both then reached over and took my hand and said, "I'd rather win this and lose at the wrestling." Then made a point of making eye contact with me and fluttered her eye lashes until I hallucinated a 'bambi' girl like image.

Gabriel asked, "when are you guys going to finish that gate." Mich.e.l.le said, "Soon." Mich.e.l.le smiled over at Athena.

Athena looked at Gabriel and said, "We work somethings in stone too. See our cistern." Gabriel looked, "Looks good. I'll do the counter weights on the gate." Athena smiled and said, "Awesome...that is stone right?" Gabriel replied, "Ya, I'll need stones. I'll figure something out." And Athena looked over at Mich.e.l.le with the same smile Mich.e.l.le had given her and shrugged, "Looks like another stone worker." Mich.e.l.le splashed her with water out of a ceramic cup and Athena laughed and splashed her back. They sat there giggling, and Michael looked at me and sighed, "Ahh...they're finally girls again." Tommi didn't looke away from the checker board but raised her hand and said, "Me too." Joseph uttered a whispered, "better stay that way too. I can't swing the other way." Tommi asked Mich.e.l.le to throw some water at him too and everyone laughed.

It was probably about three P.M. according to our sundial and we were ready to get a little more done. The fis.h.i.+ng crew headed out, the woodworkers helped the stoneworkers with the gate, the farmers watered our field, and the hunters looked for another boar. I slipped away to my project and waved to the hunter standing watch on the mountain top, as I walked past the s.h.i.+pbuilders making more planks.

It was another secluded beach with limited access I used as a workshop, still working on advanced tools and something I could call a computer. The most advance tool I could think of.

Between calculating our position, predicting the weather, and something that could only be referred to as a tarot card reading, I knew it would take time. But in reading about artificial intelligence and fuzzy logic, and working as a mechanic I decide those geniuses that had figured out how to make electronics fuzzy for things like voice and handwriting recognition had rediscovered a mechanical problem that existed for hundreds of years...slipping pulley belts. I decided I would reinvent the ancient roman scales and they would perform all of the 'I Ching', perhaps even with an animatronic puppet for presentation. After all I was from 'that part' of southern California.

The s.h.i.+p builders were tired and realized they would need to launch the s.h.i.+p from within the waters and prepared to build a series of wooden 'x', otherwise the new boat would be stuck in the sand. Michael called over to Gabriel, "Counter weight right?" and gestured at the s.h.i.+p frame. Gabriel asked, "You think we can build a crane?" Michael replied, "At this point I think we can do just about anything we've ever seen done anywhere...or at least try."

Mich.e.l.le said to Athena, "We're going to have a huge party while building that wooden crane!" Athena laughed, "Especially with its huge cement counter weights!" Gabriel looked stunned and asked, "Cement." Athena blurted out, "We make it." and more slyly continued, "I'll show you." and smiled that cheerleader smile. Mich.e.l.le looked at Gabriel and mocked that smile by a rough approximation then crossed her eyes. Athena pinched Mich.e.l.le's arm and they walked off in different directions going back to work.

Gabriel asked Tim, "What's that all about?" Tim replied, "Artimus tried to divide and conquer...now they're sisters."

That night at sunset we pa.s.sed around ration of leeches while Athena and Mich.e.l.le made their announcement. Mich.e.l.le announced, "The hunters have guaranteed us they will catch a boar soon. The smartest dog you've ever seen is only a quarter as smart as these boar, it's as if they don't coat themselves in mud to cool themselves but are actually using it as camouflage and this had been the island of the super intelligent boar before we got here." Athena added, "We have music, we'll have extra bread, we'll have a dance off, and our governor has promised us he will relive his days of theatric story telling on the mess decks with a story of a roman emperor that fell in love with a young gypsy." Tim being one of the principle hunters interjected, "We're going to party like it's nineteen ninety nine, redneck style!" and Athena offered the correction, "Maybe not redneck style for everyone." Mitch added, "Ghetto" and laughed.

Tommi unb.u.t.toned what was left of her s.h.i.+rt, exposing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s then laid her head back in Joseph's lap. Athena pointed at her and said, "And with that we're done, good night everyone."

McCree and Hauldbalm were just outside the fence admiring the new gate, Hauldbalm asked McCree, "With what?"

Lightening bugs began to rise up above the plants, apparently a part of the season change. We had no idea they were there, but it was the most entertaining thing we had seen at night since the shooting star we all wished on. I wished not for rescue but for a wife, I heard Dave Mile wish for some ice cream and back the Mike Elper was one of us and he wished for a s.h.i.+p to command, Athena kept her wish private as did everyone after she said telling anyone your wish prevents it from coming true, except for Michael he wished for a cheeseburger and ice cream and three more wishes...and a rescue.

The fire flies rose up and drifted through the wind over the white sand beaches and through the trees and brush. The stars were amongst us and the sky hand fallen, so we cuddled together and took comfort in our friends.

The next day I was tending the boilers and filling our cistern which brought a sense of security and accomplishment, while Gabriel was learning cement making with Athena. Mitch was playing with the drums and Megan was playing the ocarina, everyone else was on a hunting party for boar. We were definitely going to start herding them into a pin but needed to find them and capture one for a celebratory dinner.

Dave Miles had the mountain top watch and came down to saw from what he can see of their beach from up there it looked like they were playing football. Soon Mich.e.l.le, Athena, Gabriel, Tim, myself and possibly Mitch would be working on a crane structure to move the boat. The Large wooden supports to hold up the keel would be moved step by step into the water. I suggested that wood be used as supports for an elevated deck; a patio and the notion just resonated with me, to finally be up above the sand.

Gabriel said, "The line you guys have been making is really good...but...braid all this together and it'll be strong enough but only one piece five feet long." Athena walked by and s.n.a.t.c.hed from his hand and said, "Ya, more rope" as she threw the piece of line in my face.

I glanced around and there was a general mallise of depression that washed over everyone. Gabriel shrugged and apologetically said, "I'm just sayin'" I sighed and looked at the them all looking at me, then said, "A rope making loom it is...we'll just automate." and I strolled back to my area of seclusion where I was working on making new tools.

I stood there looking at my secret projects; I had hoped no one followed me. Had they seen some of my idea's I would be embarra.s.sed to explain what I was even thinking, let alone actually working on.

I narrated my thought, "Two winding wheels and a clamp...four each. Four clamps mounted to a winding wheel...and one operator to pull the rope being made and one to turn the sprockets. Or, one operator turning the sprockets and a winding drum as well."

I looked at the components I had made for the system I was devising. I had ceramic wheels and wooden wheels with holes for dowels so they could be employed as gears, a few straight sanded sticks that could serve as shafts, and line that had been woven and st.i.tched like a miniature rope ladder that would serve as a geared pulley belt. I didn't have the farmer's almanac worked out yet, it had been about four years since I used tarot cards as a pickup line and I didn't own an 'I Ching'. The rope maker had to take priority and all the components I had made so far.

As I worked the rest of the 'Diligent's' or 'Natives' sat in a depression, those leeches we found were a real pick me up, but now everything was bland again. They say, 'You are what you eat.' is phrase stolen by diet.i.tians and used as 'you eat fatty foods you become fat' in reality that phrase belonged to culinary artists and dated back to the French revolution. It meant if you eat simple foods you become simple, eat sophisticated foods and you are inspired to sophistication. We had become one bland group. I knew I would have to find some plant to use as a seasoning and the j.a.panese knotweed sprouts would be it. The boar had been eating them so I figured it was safe for a taste.

The young sprouts tasted like sour rhubarb, but then I only knew rhubarb from a pie I had once and a sugary celery stalk I was told was rhubarb. Once I got back I asked them to start collecting it as a seasoning and gave everyone a taste. I also explained my plan to build the rope loom which they heard me mention as I walked away, as I described its means of operation and methods of construction Michael became enthused he was after all a mechanist.

Athena jumped to her feet which prompted Mich.e.l.le to jump to her feet and Athena announced, "Well hope is restored...let's start collecting this stuff. It might actually make the fish taste less fishy, 'cause it's getting old." Mich.e.l.le added, "Rob will need some help and Michaels ready to go, so how about..." Mich.e.l.le glanced around and continued, "Tommi would you help them too? The rest of us are collecting sour s.h.i.+t." Tommi shrugged and joined us on our way back to what had been my secret 'shop'

Mich.e.l.le walked the fence line looking for sprouts of knotweed and for a moment of privacy. She glanced around and adjusted her breast in her bra then reached down and scratched at herself. When she pulled her fingers out she noticed she was menstruating. The living circ.u.mstances on the s.h.i.+p resulted in all the women in the same berthing compartment slowly coming on to the same cycle. She realized this meant Athena, and Tommi were also menstruating, it that it showed in their behavior. Something else struck her, something that she had seen in the past, Tammy would also be menstruating but wasn't exhibiting any hormonal behaviors. The last time this happened, Tammy was homicidal until she got laid. It was time for a party alright.

Mich.e.l.le walked up to Athena and whispered in her ear.

Athena s.h.i.+fted her hips left to right then looked back at Mich.e.l.le and said dismissively, "Ya." Then Mich.e.l.le whispered again and Athena's eyes went wide and they peered around for Tammy.

Tammy was glancing down the beach in the direction we had gone toward my work area. Her face was red and flush, and she had pulled down the cups of her bra in her s.h.i.+rt effectively turning her bra into a push up bra.

On previous occasions tammy progress toward being homicidal at a frightening rate. The girls had found one successful means of coaxing her into resolving her s.e.xual tension. A seduction of public s.e.xual display, they would have s.e.x with her able to watch and she would snap into an animal mindset and basically rape a guy .

Michael, Tommy, and I were working out the mountings of the shafts and sprockets for the winding wheels and winding ring, the clamp mounting was simple enough. Tammy was getting hungry and she usually fished with the fis.h.i.+ng crew, there were some leeches still growing nearby so we snacked.

Tommi explained her b.r.e.a.s.t.s had been sore and joked that it was her boyfriend's fault. It was somehow rea.s.suring that Tommi and Joseph had such a stable relations.h.i.+p. Prior to the loss of the s.h.i.+p those two ending up together was next to impossible.

I glanced back over my shoulder and Athena was standing there. She gestured me over with her finger and I walked over to her. She said softly, "There something you're going to have to take care of tonight." and then gave me a peck on the lips as she groped my groin. I smiled and she gave a half smile that actually seemed contemptuous then c.o.c.ked her head as she turned and swaggered away with her hips swaying seductively.

At this point things had been surreal for too long. It had been leaders.h.i.+p based on knowledge acquired at the public library, driven by distrust in the command, resulting in an Alpha male role that seemed to trigger biological imperatives in everyone. Our saying in the worst of times on the s.h.i.+p had been, 'Lead, follow, or get the h.e.l.l out of the way.' It seemed now to be 'Lead, bend over, or die.'

Eric Milson was apparently wandering around the island perhaps looking for a better spot for his tree house, or maybe materials. He saw the walls before he saw the gate and recognized them as the same as the pentagon walls. Eric laid down next to the wall and felt safe; there was something bigger than him just next door. Eric had been feeling flighty and impulsive, he had b.u.t.terflies in his lower abdomen every time he thought of what the captain must be doing to his cabin boy and what the cabin boy must be doing for him.

Eric laid there caressing his chest and neck. He indulged in fevered fantasies of being taken like a woman. Meanwhile the girls plotted s.e.xual exploits on the other side of the wall to provoke tammy into s.e.xual aggression.

Kim Luds had seen Eric wander off after their football game and thought maybe he had tackled Eric too hard. Eric had been man handled and thrashed; now he felt a need to be f.u.c.ked.

As Kim happened upon Eric, Eric was in full blown h.o.m.oerotic l.u.s.t. Eric had frequented p.o.r.n shops and when it came to straight p.o.r.n he had simply seen it all before. But the gay p.o.r.n struck at him with confusion, his hormones flared, the rawness of it solicited a s.e.xual arousal the likes of which he had only experienced looking at J.C. Penny's catalogs as a young p.u.b.escent.

Kim laughed and said, "What the f.u.c.k dude?" Eric was startled and as he tried to reposition himself to conceal his activity he experienced an intense o.r.g.a.s.m and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n that solicited a moan we could her on the other side of the wall. Dave Miles laughed and said, "Now that's football." In retrospect I am very glad we built that wall.

Tammy began to quiver and was flush in the face, she had heard the moan and in an unintentionally sultry voice we had rarely heard from her she uttered one word, "Yep." Her unusually deep raspy voice caused chills down all the men's necks. Dave instinctively ducked slightly tucking in his head, his father used to tell him when his mother's voice sounded like that that she was on the war path. Dave sat there tucked in instinctively and waited for that smell he never successfully connected to a woman's musk, though he had experienced it first hand, in the wrong context it meant a mother figure would soon be crazy and violent.

It was about then that I was sitting near the cabanas waiting for the sundial to indicate mid-day rest had ended, that Mich.e.l.le walked up and shoved me down with her foot. I laid there with her foot on my chest looking up at her standing there with her s.h.i.+rt hanging open, no bra and in her panties. She said so as to be overheard by Tammy, "Oh ya."

Tammy broke into a feverish pant as Athena also in panties and an open dungaree s.h.i.+rt walked up behind Mich.e.l.le. Mich.e.l.le put her foot to my face and said, "Lick" The look on Mich.e.l.le's face alone had me fevered and the sight of Athena in that manner of dress had me rock hard. I licked Mich.e.l.le foot and she straddled my chest and danced her way lap dance style up my body and slowly mounted my face and again she said, "Lick" as she pulled her panties to the side. Athena pulled down my zipper on my coveralls and yanked them down she sat square on my groin and I felt her heat.

Tammy crawled over no longer in control of herself; she had very much become an animal. Michael and Dave were taken back so badly they nearly fell backwards and pa.s.sed out. Tim however started ma.s.saging his chest and Mitch reached into his coveralls and started stroking. Tammy could smell there heat and see me desperate to comply, I may have had what they wanted but they had what I needed.

There must have been something in the air. At just that same time over at the enlisted club Monica and Francesco, long time lovers had begun their dance as well. Monica pressed her face into Francesco's queuing him to pull her hair. They had been leaning against a palm tree, but with a judo like move Monica threw Francesco down. Francesco pulled at her hair to force her to accept the roll over placing him on top. But Monica fought it, rolling her hips and bouncing violently on Francesco's chest. As Frances...o...b..came more aroused the bouncing caused him pain, he would need to subdue her and service her soon. He grunted with a 'uhhn gawd, uhhon gaa' as Monica dominated him. He released her hair and grabbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she cried out shocked by the pleasure it gave her, her eyes and mouth opened wide with the same degree of shock she would have expressed had he done it without warning in the middle of a shopping mall surrounded by strangers.

Meanwhile Mich.e.l.le rolled her hips and buried my tongue in her a.s.s, as Athena rocked back and forth on my lap. Tammy pulled my hand to her breast, interlaced our fingers and squeezed her breast. Mich.e.l.le rolled forward again and s.h.i.+fting her hips left to right as she pressed down hard on my face, gasped and then gasped again before she let out a moan that expressed every bit of what she was experiencing.

As she released her o.r.g.a.s.m while rolling in a circular motion around my face she smiled and laughed at me as her juices poured over my face. Mich.e.l.le glanced over at Tammy and she squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with my hand and tugged at her pants with her eyes rolled back in her head. Mich.e.l.le ordered me to suck right at her thigh joints where the tendons contour the leg, one then the other. Then she grabbed Tammy and pulled her to my face.

Tammy's expression was vacant of any conscious thought; she was driven entirely by her l.u.s.t. Mich.e.l.le avoided eye contact but helped tammy remove her pants, and once they were off Tammy positioned herself so as to force her c.l.i.toris into my mouth as she convulsed and shuttered with ecstasy. Her scent was strangely sweet and made my mouth water, she created a thirst in me I didn't think I could quench.

Mike Elper was over with the militants and after serving as the authority figure of 'referee' in their football game he wanted to a.s.sert his superior knowledge level. So, he revealed the secrets of two famous s.h.i.+p sinking's to start a debate about the loss of their destroyer, the Paul F Foster. Mike said, "...well, the freeboard requirement had changed, the s.h.i.+p was overloaded with taconite. The crew had seen water that high in the bilges before but it was now enough to overload the s.h.i.+p, exceeding their displacement buoyancy and they sunk. Which reminds me of the other big one...their rudder was smaller than other s.h.i.+ps of the age. They saw the ice burg; they sped up, and turned hard to port. But, with that rudder speeding up prevented the s.h.i.+p from turning. It was like putting an oar behind the Queen Mary and expecting it to turn the s.h.i.+p. All I am saying is don't let experience work against you. Think...every time." And with that Mike shrugged his shoulders and threw up his hands before he walked away as an accomplished sailor.

The s.h.i.+p lay at the bottom of the ocean, the cold dark rolling through her hull and dusting her decks with sea slim mud. Fish swam through her as her new crew, and her mission parameters had changed to artificial coral reef. Not one sailor laid with her, all had manage their escape though many died of salt water poisoning days after reaching dry land. Her bell on the bridge yearned to be rung again even if just for a general quarters drill. The wheel waited tarnis.h.i.+ng and the hull awaited rust. The crew that had sailed her lost her to the depths and now Neptune had claimed his prize.

The Woodenpeg's construction would be successful even if every sailor died in the attempt, it was just the way of a sailor to refuse to surrender wanderl.u.s.t to being trapped.

I was drained and didn't awaken until the next morning.

Michael had the rope loom working and the mounts held and functioned. With that triumph the rope for the crane was being produced and the s.h.i.+ps construction would resume once the wooden 'X's were in place to support the s.h.i.+p.

Mitch was running the boilers and Tommi was ready to fish, so I joined her. The whistling of the flying fish still had not stopped, the seas were fertile and our sundial's almanac ring would reflect that.

Mike stood at the judges table flipping over Dominos confident with himself giving a smile like a used car salesman to the group he had been talking to. The militants sat in awe of Mikes ludicrous sense of importance and rather than quell the geekdom Branson called the idle hands to task. He had them repairing the boiler, using clay from the tree line, and their fis.h.i.+ng crew stayed out most of the day. That left Hudlow's delirious followers and a lot of people making sand castles to mark where they had defecated.

When I stood up I noticed the rigorous public s.e.x I just had had further damaged my clothing. I considered it a very good thing that the work of running the rope loom had been pa.s.sed over to more task oriented individuals. I needed to be free to start making some clothing. The sheets for the cabanas were as sheer as we could intentionally make them and yet were still fairly heavy simple pants or a sarong shouldn't be that hard.

That turned out to be the focus of my day, a vest, a sarong, and Capri pants. It was basically a burlap material I was using but deriving dyes from plants was something I had to do. Just a little stain so I didn't look like I was wearing a brown paper bag.

The wood workers were focused on having the parts ready for the s.h.i.+p and they had refined their work to being nearly thought free, they just droned away at their tasks.

As the day closed I had made a sarong, kilt, or skirt, with tie straps inside to tie around the knee. I stained it with the leeches red and the gra.s.s and leaves green. The upper trim I used some yellow flowers on but it didn't hold in the fibers well and I would have to refine a dying process to maintain it. I couldn't help but to feel like I had made a school girls dress Megan strolled by playing one of Athena's ocarina, she had a good melody going. She stopped and said, "Rob, you really should just start wearing that now, your coverall are pretty much dead." So, I striped of what was left of the clothing I had and put on the kilt. The band across the top was long enough to tie the ends together like a built in belt. The strips of cloth with in the kilt were like streamers on the sails and I tied them around my thighs. I had been wearing pajama bottoms as underwear in my coverall for over a year and they had sustained more wear than the outer garment. I stood there in my kilt, only woven as tight as the burlap bags our rags used to come in, cinched at the top but hanging loosely and the streamers inside tight on my thigh.