To save a sailorman

It would be a romantic and classical turn of events if 
we were now to switch our sights to the poor, 
exhausted sailorman in the lifeboat. View him as he 
lay there, barely breathing in two inches of water 
that had entered the raft through the canvas sides, 
which he had never managed to zip and secure. And 
linger for a while on his rugged, but handsome, looks, 
concealed as they would be under several weeks of 
grime and facial hair. 

We cannot. The events that led to Lomax Pierris 
predicament happened less than 3 hours earlier and he 
had not even had the opportunity to develop a five 
o'clock shadow. In fact, he had problems of an 
entirely different category: Being abandoned at sea is 
never a laughing matter, but being stripped naked and 
placed in a lifeboat that has been emptied of all life 
sustaining remedies including water would be 
considered worse by most people - Lomax would have 
agreed. You could probably even say, that being in 
such a situation reflects on one personally: One would 
presumably have had to do something pretty despicable 
to get in trouble like that. This was exactly what 
Lomax feared that any potential rescuers would deduce, 
uhm. think. When he heard the Neptunia, Lomax quickly 
recapitulated his story in his head and prayed that it 
would hold.  

When Jane and Cathy reached the bridge, Biannka was 
already there and had taken the helm from Malu. As 
second mate, Biannka was indisputably the most 
knowledgeable seawoman on the Neptunia. She stepped 
back a little and offered the captain the helm (in her 
own rather stiff manner), but got it right back with a 
little wave. Jane had already spotted the lifeboat in 
the manual searchlight that Malu had manned on the 
main deck and she knew her own abilities well (as any 
good leader must); if anyone on board could maneuver 
alongside the raft at night without sinking it, it 
would be Biannka. 

Fortunately, the sea was light and the moon was out. 
Otherwise even someone with Biannka's abilities ought 
not to have attempted the maneuver. The sudden 
movements of the boat had awakened the last member of 
its' crew, who climbed directly into the bridge via 
the narrow ladder. She started speaking long before 
she reached it, though:

"Malu, you crazy bitch, what are you up to? You can't 
just." With that Isidora finally reached the bridge 
and saw that Malu had already been dealt with. Taking 
in the rest of the scenery, she quickly caught on, 
and, without a second glance, slid back down the 
ladder. Shortly thereafter, she emerged on the main 
deck with a boathook and took up position next to 
Malu, where Biannka could see her clearly. 

The lifeboat was now directly ahead and about 200 ft. 
away. Biannka reduced the speed to less than a quarter 
knot and started a series of maneuvers that would 
hopefully enable Isi to grab the lifeboat without 
being pulled overboard. Jane turned halfway and caught 
Cathy's eye:

"Would you get Rich Kid up here? What ever is in that 
raft, she is going to bunk with it. It is only fair 
that she is forewarned!" Cathy flashed her one of her 
little smiles and said: 

"Consider it done!" With that she flung herself down 
the internal ladder and hurried down the main corridor 
with cabins and storage rooms left and right. At the 
end on the right she stopped at the passengers' 
quarters, which consisted of a single, though rather 
large cabin. It was positioned almost directly above 
the main engine and Cathy could not believe that Rich 
Kid had slept through all the racket of the last 10 
minutes. Just the absence of noise (caused by the 
reduced speed) should have easily woken her.

Inside Shirlynn, who had for the last week been called 
only Rich Kid, was far from asleep. She had always 
been a slow and thorough masturbator, and since her 
plight aboard the Neptunia began, she had perfected 
this trait to an art. One hand covered her clitoral 
hood, rubbing slowly, and the index finger of the 
other hand had just exactly penetrated her anus. This 
second hand never moved further. Shirlynn had just 
discovered her anal cavity (as a means of pleasure, 
that is) and while any rash movement hurt her, the 
steady pressure of a single finger heightened her 
pleasure and felt quite wicked too. 

Hastened footsteps that paused less than a heartbeat 
at her door were all that warned her, and then the 
door burst open and the captains little sextoy rushed 
in. Shirlynn had only just had time to take the finger 
out of her ass and throw her hand at the blanket on 
the floor, and then Cathy was standing in the room. 
They both froze for an impossibly prolonged second 
during which Shirlynn realized that her right hand was 
still gently rubbing her clitoris, then the spell was 
broken. 

Shirlynn cried out and dove fully for the blanket. 
Rising, now somehow covered, she got her natural 
spirits back: 

"How dare you burst in here like that? When my mother 
hears of this she will."

"Probably be very interested to hear how you tried to 
seduce a known lesbian!" said Cathy and granted her 
one of her irritating half smiles. 

"Lying here undressed and moaning, just waiting for me 
to walk in on you. I am surprised that you didn't have 
a finger up your ass to!" The shocked expression on 
Shirlynn's face told Cathy that she had guessed right. 
She had just won yet another battle against Richy 
without even unpacking her weapons. 

"Get your ass up on the bridge on the double - the 
captain wants you." Cathy paused in the door and 
looked back at Shirlynn: 

"Be sure to put some clothes on your bones before you 
grace us with your presence - we can't have you 
exciting the captain." With that she left Shirlynn 
standing with tears of anger in her eyes. Almost out 
of earshot Cathy decided to cut her a break and 
shouted back:

"It might even interest you, princess. We are taking 
on extra passengers!"  'Extra passengers in open sea?' 
Shirlynn wondered. 'But isn't that impossible?' 17-
year-olds are nothing if not curious, and curiosity 
overcome this one totally. She dressed hastily, not 
even glancing at the mirror, and rushed to the ladder 
that lead to the bridge. 

For a 17-year-old, Shirlynn was not badly built. 
Reminiscing her total nakedness, Cathy watched her as 
she emerged from the main access-ladder to the 
quarters. First came the long blonde hair (bleached) 
and clear blue eyes in an oval face that was just 
asymmetrical enough to make it seem not made of 
plastic. Paper white hands pulled her up more and her 
pert breasts came into view (now covered by a white t-
shirt). They seemed about full-grown and matched her 
current build perfectly. At about 34 B and pear shaped 
they were the most beautiful breasts Cathy had beheld 
in a long time. Her lover had about the same size 
breasts, but, Jane being nearly 30, they were not as 
pert as they used to be. 

Finally reaching the bridge Shirlynn stood like 
Isidora before her, slowly taking in the scene. 
Meanwhile Cathy ended her observations: When 
Shirlynn's hips came into view, it became clear that 
she was too skinny to be the fully-grown woman that 
she appeared otherwise. Height, facial features, 
mannerism, breasts and, if the tales were true, sexual 
maturity was all that of a grown woman, but the hips 
had not caught on yet. They were slim and un-curved 
and could easily have belonged to a 16-year-old boy.

The complete strangeness of the situation made 
Shirlynn uncharacteristically docile and, without even 
the slightest comment, she went to a window where she 
had a good view of the impending rescue attempt, but 
did not stand in Biannka's line of sight.

The raft was now less than 30 feet away and Biannka 
was fighting to match its' speed and direction while 
still closing the distance. If the Neptunia came in 
too fast she could easily sink the raft before it 
could be secured. On the main deck Isi had already 
secured the rope of the specialized boathook to the 
rail. This reduced her danger of being pulled 
overboard, but meant that when she hooked the lifeboat 
it would be torn apart if the disparity in speed or 
direction of the two vessels was too great. 

At that exact time Lomax peaked out of the raft. He 
saw the two women on the deck, both relatively young 
and not unattractive. They did not look like any women 
he had ever sailed with. Such women belonged at tea 
parties in land, talking about knitting and bearing 
children; they did not belong at sea. Though born in 
the last half of the 20. Century, in some ways Lomax 
had not entirely gotten over the pattern of sex roles 
of the 1850's.  

The two women, and the fact that they were the main 
operators in a task that he knew to be extremely 
risky, spoke volumes. A very strange ship was about to 
rescue him. In the spur of the moment he decided to 
change his plan. Sure that he had not been seen, he 
lay back down, closed his eyes and waited for his 
rescue. 

On the bridge the captain was not impressed: 

"It's empty! Even at this speed it's thrown around by 
us, and that close to sea level the engine noise must 
be clearly discernable. Nobody's home; we are just 
wasting time, juice and sleep!" With that she looked 
at Cathy who gave her a wink. It was Biannka who 
answered: 

"We have to make sure, Captain. Somebody could easily 
be in there, maybe even barely alive. We have to 
check. It's even the law." The last word was spoken so 
that there was no doubt that were she to write it, it 
would be with a capital L. 

"As you well know, I'm aware of that." the captain 
said maybe a little too harshly. She had grown 
somewhat tired of the older woman's correctness and 
general stiffness. Great seamanship or not, Jane had 
already decided that Biannka was on her last trip with 
the Neptunia. But at that moment Jane was quite glad 
that she had not ditched Biannka stateside. Biannka 
was working the ship expertly, slowly nearing it to 
the lifeboat - the two vessels were now nearly 
touching and in perfect sync.

Isi quickly hooked one of the leading strings that ran 
from top to button round the raft for exactly this 
purpose. Not even looking to see if it held she 
grabbed and secured a second hook to the rail. Shortly 
thereafter the lifeboat was connected to the Neptunia 
by both lines and was as secure, as it was about to 
get. Malu had unrolled a rope ladder in the right spot 
and had just fastened a lifeline to a life west when 
Isi was ready for it.

Descending the ladder quickly but cautiously, Isi was 
soon at the lifeboat. Finding the zipper only half-
closed, she opened it and disappeared into the raft. 
She was not in there more than maybe 90 seconds, but 
to the others it seemed like an eternity. Then she 
reappeared and ascended the ladder with a mixed facial 
expression, which Malu could not read. Stopping 
shortly to let Malu help her out of the west, she 
ignored Malu's questions and said:

"Prepare a second lifeline and west, and secure it. I 
will be right back." With that she hurried off to the 
bridge. 

On the bridge Jane smirked:

"So? It is empty, right?"

"No!" Isi said in a voice indicating that that was not 
even the beginning of it. "There's a single man down 
there. Naked and apparently unconscious; at least I 
can't get any life into him."

"Naked?" Jane said.

"Unconscious?" Biannka added.

"How will we get him on board?" the always 
constructive Cathy asked. Isi thankfully grabbed on to 
this last part.

"Malu is preparing a west as we speak. I will go back 
down and dress him up and you will have to pull him 
up. He is a big boy, it will probably take all of 
you." she said and indicated with a nod that she 
doubted Shirlynn's ability to pitch in. Jane made a 
dismissive hand gesture indicating that she would 
handle it and said, still not quite able to accept it:

"Naked! Out here?"

"I know!" Isi said: "And he isn't even cold. Can't 
have been in the raft long." Already moving back 
outside Isi looked back and said:

"And if you think that is strange: Somebody took extra 
special care to clear out the raft. Blankets, 
medicine, provisions, water, all is missing." With 
that she sprinted back down to the main deck. She 
stopped to get into her life west, grabbed the second 
west without checking it (Malu was nothing if not 
thorough, and, with simple tasks, Isi trusted her 
implicitly), and threw it overboard. Tugging its 
lifeline in her elbow, she descended the ladder once 
again. 

The rest of the crew (including Rich Kid, but except 
Biannka who was keeping the boat in place) was now at 
the rail. All were wearing gloves (or in Malu's case: 
was in the process of putting them on). They looked 
expectantly over the side as Isi finished suiting up 
the unconscious sailor and started unzipping more 
parts of the canvas. 

Vocal communication was impossible but looking up, Isi 
got a "thumbs up" from the captain, who had lined the 
rest of them up behind her - they were ready to 
attempt the actual rescue. 

Unable to lift the large man out into the water, Isi 
left the raft and, standing on the ladder, gave the 
sign to start pulling. She then steered the man as he 
was slowly raised by the lifeline and slipped out of 
the raft and into the water. At that point Isi was 
glad that the man was unconscious; the water was close 
to freezing out here and being half submerged in it 
was one experience she was sure he would prefer not to 
remember. Not being unconscious Lomax was glad that 
the female was too busy to observe him closely, but 
all in all he succeeded in hanging loose and awaiting 
the development of things.

Soon he was dragged totally out of the water and began 
his slow ascend to the ship. The lifeline was secured 
at the front of the life west at about the same height 
as the heart. As Isi guided him on the way up, she 
grabbed hold of the west just south of the lifeline. 
This placed her elbow in the general area of his 
genitalia, and she brushed against it several times. 
Absurdly, he felt himself beginning to react to this 
slight skin contact. Getting a hard-on then was about 
as far from unconsciousness-like behavior as he could 
imagine and, determined to learn more about the ship 
before he had to answer questions, he focused all his 
willpower on fighting it down.

A little higher, his right leg was brushed against the 
rough surface of the ship hard enough to draw blood 
and the other problem solved it self. When he was 
finally drawn over the rail he was almost ready to 
give up the act and just drop and kiss the deck. With 
great effort he remained in character even when he was 
placed on his back on the cold deck and felt the eyes 
of who knows how many women on him.