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.