* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chapters 4, 5 & 6 have not been proof read yet! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The plot thickens Shirlynn's inner watch mercilessly woke her at a quarter to seven, just in time for breakfast. In daylight the room looked and smelled even worse. There was no way she could ever hide what had happened during the night. Also for some strange reason, that she could no even identify herself, she did not want her slumbering lover to wake up while she was there, so she dressed silently and made her way to the galley. Everyone was there, already busily gulping down the first meal of the day. When Shirlynn entered the room went quiet and all looked up at her. At first she thought that they could all tell that she had gotten laid, but then she realized that she was simply their only source of information. If anything had happened during the night, she would know. She decided to play it cool: "What are you all staring at? Did I grow and extra head during the night?" she said and made her way to the breakfast table. "Don't be snide, Richie", Cathy said, "We just want to know if there are any signs of our mystery man recovering!" Shirlynn gave them her most blank expression: "He was still out when I left him." "We'll go and check on him when we are done eating and have planned the empting of crew cabin 5." Jane said. With that apparently Shirlynn was off the hook and she sighed silently with relief. Soon the crew was discussing cabin assignments and workloads again and Shirlynn was back to being totally ignored. Or almost ignored. Isi was not participating in the discussions, but was observing her silently instead. Shirlynn tried to ignore her, but felt Isi looking right thorough her and had ample time to consider her own situation: When her mother learned, that she had even been able to get in trouble in the middle of the Northern Atlantic on a boat with only women, there was no telling what she would do. Send her to the moon probably! Shirlynn could have contemplated endlessly, but at exactly that time the door was suddenly opened from the outside. It is hard to describe the effect of this, but consider if you will, that to the knowledge of everybody but Shirlynn, each and everyone on board who could open doors was already 'in' the galley. Malu and Cathy shrieked and everybody turned to the door. Ducking to get through the door their enormous refugee entered and smiled at them. Evidently he had found the linen closet. One sheet he had folded and applied like a giant diaper and another he had ripped open and wore like a poncho. By ripping a third sheet, he had made a piece of cloth to tie the 'poncho' around his waist. He should have looked ridiculous but he did not; he looked like a Greek god. No one seemed to know how to proceed for a while and then Jane's sense of responsibility boosted her into action. She got to her feet and went to the giant man. "I am the Captain on board. My name is Jane Street." The man smiled widely and shook her hand. "Captain. Hi! Larry Johnson. Mighty glad to be on your ship, mighty glad." He gave her no chance to get a word in, "Thought I was dead and gone to heaven, when I woke. How long have I been here? Where are we anyway? And.", he looked longingly at the breakfast table, "could I have some chow? I'm starving? Haven't eaten for days!" 'Lie nr. 1' Jane thought, ,There is no way you were out there more than 24 hours!' Aloud she said, "It's the morning of the 18. Do you know how long you were adrift?", and invited him to the table with the extension of her arm. Immediately Isi moved to the side of Shirlynn making room for 'Larry' across from them. He appeared to think shortly: "3 days!" he said and proceeded to load his plate heavily while the crew observed him in barely concealed excitement. When he sat down Jane took the lead again. "Mister Johnson, we found you floating." "Larry" he said, "Call me Larry." Jane started again: "Larry. Last night around 01.00 AM Malu here spotted your raft at about 300 feet." Poor Maul blushed from head to toe by the honorable mentioning and would probably have crawled under the table if Shirlynn had not grabbed her. Jane proceeded to tell the story of their daring rescue while 'Larry' ate, skipping lightly over the parts that seemed strange to her about Larry's previous predicament. He had finished eating and was smoking a borrowed cigarette when she finished. She knew that she was a god storyteller and this particular story should have captured him even if it had been told badly. Still she had the feeling that he had not been listening at all and that something was going on between 'Larry' and both Isi and Shirlynn. She could not imagine that Isi would have kept it from her if the man had woken up when she was dressing his wood the previous night, but there was 'something' there. She resolved to find out later. "Well.", she said, "tell us your story!" He spread his big hands and shrugged: "Isn't much to tell. Set out from Amsterdam on the 2. with a pal of mine and his wife. The sailboat was his, but I was the only sailor. We got into a storm down south 4 days ago. It didn't seem too bad and I just slept on - it 'was' his shift. I guess the fool got us turned out of the wind for the only big blow in the storm. We went round and sunk - cant have taken more than 10 seconds." His voice did not waver during his tale. In fact he seemed a little bored by it, just as he had seemed by hers. During it all he kept smiling and winking at Isi and even before his tale became improbable, Jane had decided that she did not trust him as far as she could throw him. He bummed another cigarette and continued his story, occasionally taking long breaks where he just smoked and appeared to be thinking. The core of the matter seemed to be that his idiotic friend had purchased a life boat but had, instead of filling water in the tanks and servicing it regularly, emptied the raft of all provisions for theme-party that he had held half a year earlier. Jane was pretty sure that the provisions of an inflatable life raft were unreachable until it was in fact inflated. She grabbed on to one of the other oddities instead: "You said, that you 'got into a storm south of here'." She looked at him quizzingly, "How would you know that, not knowing where 'here' is?" "Watched the sun, didn't I?" he said, "Any fool knows sun rises in east, don'tey? Drifted north like honkey dory, saw it all along, I did!" "Right!" Jane said sarcastically, "Was that before or after you became unconscious?" The reaction was immediate. He flew up and slapped her across the face yelling: "Don't make fun of me bitch! I'll fucking kill ya!" He did not seem to exert himself to hit her, but she was lifted off of the stool and flew backwards. Isi and Cathy both threw themselves at the man, but they were empty-handed and he waved them away like flies. Bending down he grabbed the stool he had been sitting on, turned it over and broke one of the legs of. Weighing it in his hand he tossed the broken stool. "Sit down!" he shouted. Isi got off the floor slowly and sat on the bench. Cathy ignored him and crawled to Jane, who had still not moved since he hit her. "Sit down now!" he yelled again, "I 'will' bash you fucking head in, bitch. Sit!" Jane had begun to move and Cathy got up to the table slowly and sat down, eying him with burning hatred. "As I see it." he stated, "you girls are lucky. Out here all alone, no man to tell ya what to do? I figure I was sent by God to keep an eye on you gals!" Jane had gotten up and was wiped her bleeding mouth with the back of her hand: "I figure you were sent too, " she spat, "but it sure as hell wasn't from above." He feigned hitting her again, but then he laughed; a surprisingly friendly and nice sound. "Are you fucking stupid?" he said, "I am the captain and this is my fucking boat. You can stay as my bitch, or you can sleep with the fishies - I really don't give a fuck! Just make up your mind now. I have no time for this bullshit." He glared down at her and pointed to a stool with the piece of wood. Jane sat resignedly. "You are the captain." she almost whispered through her broken lip, "I am your bitch." Tears of pain and anger were flowing down her face. "Better!" he yelled, "Much better! We're are going to Africa and you can come, if you behave." He smiled brightly at the women around the table. They each squirmed under his look. "If you don't." he said, "I'll beat the mother-loving shit out of you! Will you behave?" They all nodded, defeated. "Good!" he said and smiled at them, "Now was that so hard?" They all met his eyes and his instincts told him that they were not broken yet. He would have to break them one by one; he could hardly wait. "Now." he said and looked at Jane, "are there any weapons on this boat?" Jane shook her head. "Pistols, shotguns, semi-automatics, anything like that?" he continued in case she did not know what 'weapons' meant. She shook her head too violently and winced at the pain. "There are no guns. I can't stand them. Won't have them on my ship." she said. He immediately cautioned at her by pointing with his stick. "Your ship." she corrected herself. "I believe you." he said, "I really do." He grabbed Isi with his left hand and made his way to the door half carrying, half dragging her. "We will just check to make sure!" he said as he opened the door, "If we find any kind of weapon, I'll come back and rip you a new asshole!" He pulled Isi through and slammed the door. Just right of the door lay a wedge used to hold the door open in sunny weather. Lomax slammed it in tight just by the knob. It would not hold them forever but he was not planning to look long. He had practically grown up on ships and knew his way around them. There were rarely weapons on ships of this size, but then he had never been on a ship with an all female crew before, and he needed to be sure. "We will start on the bridge." the large man said and let Isidora go. She looked up at him, craning her neck just to make eye contact. She almost told him off on general principle, but then she remembered the ease with which he had ripped the stool apart. One might not get a chance to apologize to a man like that! Silently she pointed in the right direction. He beckoned her to lead on and followed. When they got there he told her to sit in the middle of the room while he checked all closets. "So do you have a name?" he said when they moved on to the captains quaters. "Isidora Jemayne" she said, not looking at him. "Isi!" he yelled, "Thought I heard a name like that!" "You never were unconscious were you?" Isi asked rhetorically and then suddenly blushed when she realized what that meant. The guy could still have been sleeping of course. "You 'dressed my wound'." he said in a tone of voice indicating that he had been all there all the time. 'Had I known you then as I know you now.' she thought angrily, 'I would have made a few instead. Given you a reason to be in a coma!' Most of all she was angry with herself for having touched this disgusting man and for having invited what she knew was coming. They reached the captain's quarters just on cue. "Groovy bunk" Lomax said when he eyed the rebuild, oversized bunk. Throwing out his arms he nearly decapitated Isi and burst out, "Home, sweet home!" Isi made her way to the center of the room and proceeded to sit down but had her worst fears confirmed when he said: "No, the bed now." Resigned to her fate she went to the bunk and sat down. He was already unfastening his poncho and pulling at the giant-sized diaper. "We don't have long." he grunted and stepped up to her with half an erection. "Just blow me!" The fit was nearly perfect with her sitting and him standing. She grabbed his cock with her right hand and, pressing, gave it enough substance to enter her mouth. She was a great cocksucker and soon had him rock-hard and had a good suction going. "Fucking wild." he said hoarsely and started swaying his hips. The man had a long, beautiful cock that was a fucking waste on an asshole like him and Isi caught herself almost beginning to enjoy it and her own competence. Instead she grabbed him at the base of his cock to keep him from pressing to deep. She could deep-throat, but it required mutual thrust, patience and love. This fellow was so far of the mark it was frightening. "Oh bitch." he moaned, "Oh you bitch! You made me come. I'm coming!" Groaning he placed his big hands on either side of her head and pulled but thanks to her hand he stayed out of her throat. Then he came. 'The asshole even tastes good' Isi thought. 'Why is all this does potential wasted on such a shithead?' She let him finish him business and pull out. She knew better than spitting (he would have made her lick it up) and just let the semen drip from her lips while he got back into his ridiculous costume. He quickly searched the quarters afterwards (finding nothing) and led her back to the galley. He was smiling big and actually winked at her before he removed the wedge and opened the door. Everyone was at the table, but Jane sprang up. "Larry! I have been thinking. I say we can work something out, which will be accepta." He held out his hand silencing her. "First: Call me Lomax, that's my name. And: don't think, you'll wrinkle." He grinned at them. "We are not done. The little whore wanted lovin so we had to stop. Wanted to se you were behavin. See you later." He turned and pushed Isi out of the room. She was bright red from anger and embarrassment. This time nearly an hour passed before the door was opened again. Isi was pushed into the room ahead of Lomax. The 5 women had been talking about attempting to overpower him and the more they talked about it, the more they all agreed that they had to try. Nobody had mentioned what it meant that he had already molested Isi, but it was clearly on everybody's mind. When the big man entered bowing heavily to fit through the opening, Jane realized that all their plans were naught. They had simply forgotten just how big this guy was. He would kill 3 of them before they even reached him. She looked around the table wanting to caution everybody not to act, but saw in their faces that they had all realized the same thing. "Well." Lomax said "Good news. You can keep the number of assholes you have!" Isi had moved to the table and was still standing. "Sit down!" he said to her and went to the table as she did. "We are almost done here, but I have a few rules." he was still carrying the wooden leg and whacked it strongly against the table in timing with the word 'rules'. Kops and rattled but nothing fell over. "If I catch you with a weapon, I kill you. If you plot against me, I kill you." Every time he said 'kill' he gave the table another good whack. "If you hide from me, I kill you. And rule number one: If you change the course of the boat or try to use the radio - I kill you bad. Believe me, you don't want that!" They believed him. Lomax took Jane and Biannka to the bridge and sent the rest of them to make whatever preparations were nessary to accommodate Jane's movement from the captain's quarters down below. On the bridge he wanted the radio moved to the captains quarters. "Impossible" Biannka said. Jane nodded in agreement. "The radio is an integrated part of the bridge. You can no more move that than you can move the rudder." "I will not sleep here." Lomax said, "and I will not have you bitches calling the cops on me! If you can't move it, I'll destroy it." He moved forward raising the club. "Wait." Jane shouted, "I may have an idea." She went to the radio and pulled a panel that came away in her hand. Inside was wiring and assorted electronics. "The radio will not work without these." she said and placed something in his hand. He tried activating the radio a few times. It was indeed dead. "You keep these." Jane said, "and the radio is under your control." "Why are you helping?" He asked her doubtingly. "I don't want you smashing up my. the boat." Jane claimed, "Also you might hit some other vital system. I definitely don't want to be dead in the water with no radio!" He seemed to accept that and closed his hand on the two pieces of electronics. "I want you two to plot a course to St. Louis" he said, "I'll stove these away." He gave them just enough time to misunderstand and start complaining then he said: "St. Louis, Senegal!" with a big grin and left the two bewildered women.