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Chapters 4, 5 & 6 have not been proof read yet!
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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.