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Liam returned to his cabin, undressed and had a shower. He was standing naked, shaving, when there was a knock on his cabin door. Fastening a towel around his waist, he opened the door.
Angela was standing in the passageway holding a bottle of Vodka, and two glasses.
'Are you going to invite me in?' She said with a smile. 'How can I resist', Liam grinned in return. 'Step into my parlour, but I'm not sure who is the spider, and who is the fly'.
She entered the cabin. 'You are in a no win situation anyway', she laughed. All spiders eat flies, and some eat their mates as well. And tonight I'm in the mood to eat you all up. Especially since you appear to be sober, maybe this time you'll remember me in the morning'.
Liam groaned. 'Will I never live that down?' 'Depends on how good you are tonight', Angela replied with a salacious grin.
Liam took the bottle and turned his back on her, not from any rudeness on his part, but mainly because he could feel himself becoming erect, and strangely, it embarrassed him.
As he began to pour the drinks, Angela gripped his towel and wrenched it from him. He spun around trying to retrieve it.
'My, my, what a big boy you are, and it looks so tasty'. She dropped to her knees studying his rampant flesh. Taking him in hand, she proceeded to lick his penis, as she would an ice-lolly. 'Mmm, my favourite flavour, she murmured. Liam thought that he would explode.
'Hey take it easy, I'm only flesh and blood', he cried. Angela looked up from her ministrations. 'Don't I know it' she grinned. Then she proceeded to try to swallow him whole. Liam's legs collapsed and he fell backward onto his bunk, forcing her to relinquish her hold on him.
'Spoil sport', she said pouting. 'Why don't you just lay back and enjoy it'. Liam complied.
Once again she took him, but this time it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His control vanished as his whole body heaved in an orgasm that reached new heights. With a final shudder, his body went limp, as did his manhood.
Angela lit two cigarettes, passing one to him.
'Did you enjoy that?’ she asked in an ingenuous voice. Liam kissed her. 'I know what you did, but I don't know how you did it', he replied.
She smiled. 'I read it in a book, I think it was called, 'Deep Throat'. 'I've never tried it before, but it does seem to have the desired effect, wouldn't you say?'
Liam took a sip of his drink. 'You won't get any arguments from me', he agreed, looking down at his limp flesh. 'Trouble is it looks as if he has died'.
Reaching down, she took his flaccid member in hand. 'Ooh, I don't think there will be much problem in resurrecting him'. As if to prove the point he rapidly came to life again.
Over the next few hours, he reached heights of sexual ecstasy that he never knew existed.
For what little remained of the night, Liam slept like one dead. He was awakened by a knocking on his cabin door, forcing his eyes open, he called, 'come in'.
A tall young man entered bearing a tray, with what smelled like coffee.
'The Skipper said you wanted an early call, so I thought you might like a coffee', he explained in an effeminate voice, as he put the tray on the table.
'I'm the steward, and I'm called Molly', he announced.
Liam focussed his eyes on this strange creature. He was definitely male, and he looked to be about five feet eleven, and what Liam could only describe as willowy.
His hair was a rich chestnut colour, probably dyed, and it had been fashioned in a long ponytail.
'Er, thanks Molly. Please forgive me for asking, but is that your real name’?
Molly smiled. 'Well my surname is actually Molineux, but I've shortened it to Molly, I think it suits my image better. I'm also gay, but you needn't worry, I'm already spoken for'.
Liam was nonplussed. He had come across Homosexuals before, but never in such close proximity. Being totally sure of his own sexuality, he had no particular feelings about them, one way or another.
He had always thought that people should be what they wanted to be, just as long as it wasn't compulsory.
'Oh! by the way', Molly added. 'If you have any washing, ironing, or sewing you want done, just give me a shout. My job is to look after the officers, anyway I'll leave you to get dressed', he said, opening the door.
As he left he looked back at Liam. 'Don't forget, ANYTHING you want, just call me, he grinned.
Chapter 6
Liam had breakfast and went up to the Skippers cabin, the door was slightly ajar, so he knocked and walked in.
'Morning Liam. Coffee?' Joe looked in good spirits.
'Yes please', where’s Jock?'
‘He is out doing his Captains bit. He will be back shortly. In the meantime why don’t I fill you in on my thinking'.
Joe handed Liam his coffee, poured a cup for himself then sat at the table. Passing Liam a cigarette, he began.
'Whether or not that guy on the train died or survived is irrelevant to us. I do think that he was employed by the opposition, and as such, no loss. It does beg the question as to how he knew about you, and where and when to find you. It looks as though there must be a leak in our organisation.
Once you’ve sailed I'll make it my business to plug it. The information about you and your movements was known only to a few people, so the sooner you sail the better'.
The cabin door opened and Jock entered. 'Good, you're bright and early as requested. Now it's time for you to learn about my ship, so finish your coffee and we'll start'.
Jock led the way to the engine room. 'Good day to you Mr Morgan, do you mind if I show Liam around your pride and glory?'
Morgan, who was doing something with one of the electricity generators, looked over and smiled. Jock stepped back in mock amazement.
'Was that really a smile on your face this early in the morning? Or are you suffering from a touch of wind? He inquired.
'You can't upset me this morning Captain. At last everything is A1, and seeing as how we'll soon be leaving this God forsaken dock, I couldn't be in a better mood'.
Liam tried to take in all that he was shown, but ships engine rooms were not his forte. The only question he asked was about a highly polished brass quadrant that was fastened to a bulkhead. Around the edge of the quadrant were divisions marked in degrees. Hanging vertically through the centre, was an equally highly polished brass penis.
Morgan laughed. 'Oh that's called an inclinometer. It indicates the degree of roll on the ship in bad weather. If it turns upside down we know the Skippers got it wrong, and it's time for us to leave'. Liam was not sure how seriously he should take Morgan's explanation.
'Let's go Liam', Jock took him by the arm. 'If you stay here much longer, Morgan will have you believing that this is the only part of the ship worth seeing'.
Morgan assumed a hurt expression. 'Liam, this is the heart of the Orange Maiden, don't let him tell you any different. He just wants to take you onto the bridge and show off his toys. Any real Captain should be able to manage his ship without having to rely on a box full of electronics'. With that Morgan turned and stalked regally off to his beloved engine.
Liam followed Jock up on to the bridge. He was soon to understand Morgan's remarks. The bridge was full of state of the art equipment. Jock proceeded to explain. 'The vessel is a hundred and eighty feet in length with a beam of forty feet. She was originally built as a stern trawler for use in the North Sea, and in Arctic waters. She has what are termed ice-breaking bows, which means they are a lot stronger than a normal vessel.
With the decline of the fishing industry, she was modified to enable her to be a support vessel for the oilrigs. If you look toward the bow, you will see two water cannon; they are capable of sending a very high-powered jet of seawater in the region of two hundred yards or so. They were for putting out fires on the rigs. We have satellite navigation. Four point mooring, which means two anchors each at bow and stern, obviously ideal when we are working over a wreck. She also has what are termed, bow thrusters. That means she has a tunnel running from port to starboard, with a turbine blade inside it driven of it's own power unit, it makes her very manoeuvrable because we don't have to rely on just the main prop.
Everything on board, if needs be, can be run from this bridge, very handy if we are short crewed for any reason. There is also a two-way speaker system to every part if her. It makes it easier to keep everyone in touch should the need arise'. Jock paused, any questions?'
'Only a couple for the moment. When Joe spoke about diving, he mentioned something called a moon pool. I've done a fair amount of diving but I have never heard that expression before, could you explain it?'
'No problem, all it is, is a five feet diameter tube from deck level down through the ship, it's bottom end is open to the sea flush with the underside of the hull. It enables us to put divers in the water through the tube if the weather is a little to rough to go over the side as normal. Of course, we can retrieve them the same way.
If for any reason we need to, we can close watertight doors top and bottom and blow the remaining water out'.
'Thanks Jock, I felt a bit awkward when Joe mentioned it. I did not want to show my ignorance. The other question is, where will the strong room be situated?'
'That has already been taken care of', it's next to the radio room. As there will always be someone on duty on the radio, they can keep an eye on the goodies as well', Jock explained.
'That's enough for the present, let's go to the mess and I'll buy you a coffee'.
'That's the best offer I've had all day', Liam laughed. My heads about ready to explode with all this info’.
Chapter 7
Liam and his three security staff sat at a table in the mess room. Liam had called his first meeting.
'Good afternoon gentlemen', he began. 'First, I will make the introductions. Jimmy and Declan are old friends of mine, and don't need introducing to each other, so the only introduction to be made is the gentleman on my left, who joined ship late last night. Jimmy Fernandez, Declan O’Brien, meet John Clayton, ex marine, and late of Her Majesty's Forces’.
They all shook hands then waited for Liam to begin.
'Right; now that's out of the way let’s get to business. Our first priority must be to secure the ship against further unwelcome visitors. I do not want a repeat of the other night. From now on one of you will always be on duty. I will post the rota later today.
Now we can split the shifts into eight hours each, or any combination of that. I don't mind taking a consensus from you.
I will be busy organising other aspects of security, but I will also act as a floater, when I have the time. During the day it won't be too bad, as there are usually other crew members around, and of course, they will also be watching for intruders. However, we are the people being paid to take the risks, not the ordinary crew.
Until we are outside of British territorial waters, the only weapons we can legitimately get away with will be the proverbial blunt variety. Once we are outside the jurisdiction of HMG, you will be issued with side arms; they are to be worn at all times. It may seem a little premature, but I want you to get used to wearing them as part of your dress. Moreover, it's a good idea for the rest of the crew to become acclimatised to seeing them. However, remember, you are not cowboys, so I don't want anyone behaving like one. If anyone does, he is finished and will be shipped back to the UK at the first possible moment. Understood?' Three heads nodded their agreement.
Liam helped himself to a cup of coffee. 'That's about it for the present, unless you have any questions'.
John raised his hand. 'You don't need to raise your hand. Just speak your piece', Liam grinned.
'Sorry', John laughed. I'm afraid old habits die hard. What I was about to ask, is what happened the other night?'
Liam brought him up to date. 'As I said earlier, we are the one's paid to take risk's, I don't want any more ordinary crew members injured'. If there are no further questions, we will meet back here at twenty two hundred hours.
Liam spent the next couple of hours working out the watch rota. It would be either, a straight eight hours on and sixteen off, or four on and four off. He would, he decided, let the men choose which. Of course it did not mean that his men would have no other duties to perform. He intended to keep them busy. They would learn that it was not going to be a pleasure cruise.
He still had two hours to spare so he checked out the ship, trying to cover any blind spots in the security.
Promptly at twenty hundred hours, they met in the mess.
Liam had pinned the rota to the notice board. 'As you can see I've left the length of the shifts up to you'. He explained. 'We'll sort it out before we finish here, but first I will go over the arrangements for tomorrow.
You will see that the strong room has been divided in two. One part is for any valuables we find. The other is our weapons store. Apart from the handguns, which are nine millimetre Brownings, we have six Heckler and Koch sub machine guns, also in nine millimetre. Three twelve gauge riot guns, and a fifty-calibre heavy machine gun. I hope that they will never see the light of day, but we are up against some heavy opposition, so it's best to be prepared. In addition, there is a box of stun grenades and one of frag, and last, but not least, a box of smoke grenades'.
Jimmy looked at Liam in wonderment. 'Do you reckon we will be fighting a war out there? Not that I have anything against a bit of action, but I was under the impression that it was a quiet part of the world, apart that is from Cuba and Haiti'.
Liam told them what Joe had explained to him. 'As you can see, if our main opposition is prepared to attack us while we are still in the UK. They could, and probably will, get a lot nastier, and we haven't anything in the way of treasure yet. When we do, all hell could break loose.
There have also been quite a few cases of piracy in the Caribbean of late. Furthermore, it's not that long ago when a yacht anchored off an island called Barbuda, was boarded, and everyone on board slaughtered, so we could have our hands full.
With the sailing date so close, the crew spent most evenings ashore. Happy to sample the pleasures and delights of Liverpool's famous, or infamous, according to one's tastes, dock road. The beer was good and the ladies friendly. What more could a man ask?
One evening toward the end of the first week, Liam decided to slip quietly back to the ship. He reasoned that his men had been there long enough to relax and maybe get a trifle careless. After all, being on watch in a supposedly secure dock could get a little boring.
Avoiding the gangway, he went stealthily hand over hand up one of the bow mooring lines.
On gaining the deck he was about to sneak his way to the stern when a voice somewhere behind him issued a warning, one not to be ignored.
'Take one more step and I'll tear your head of and piss down your neck'.
Liam froze, then quickly threw his hands in the air; such was the menace in the voice. 'Calm down Jimmy, it's me Liam', he yelled.
'Put your bloody hands down you wally, I recognised you when you were half way up the rope'. Jimmy said with a laugh.
'Thought I'd be asleep or goofing of did you? You couldn't be more wrong. After that discussion about the opposition, you won't find any of us less than a hundred percent on the ball. None of us fancy our heads bashed in’.
'Fair enough, but I wanted to make sure. Now I'm sure'. Then he went below and fetched coffee for himself and Jimmy.
They talked about the old times together and of friends long dead.
'By the way Jimmy, what were you going to use for a weapon if I had been a baddie?
Jimmy grinned, and as if by magic, a bowie knife with a foot long blade, gleamed in his hand. Liam took an involuntary step backward.
'Shit', he exclaimed. 'I forgot we used to call you Jimmy the knife, but you can't start sticking that into people here'.
'Don't think I'll need to', Jimmy laughed. 'Usually when they see this they wet themselves and run like hell, and if they don't, I kick them in the balls while they are still in a state of shock. Either way they don't give me any more trouble'.
In the early hours of the following morning, Liam was awakened by the sound of something splashing in the water, close by his open porthole. Throwing his dressing gown on he went on deck. It was a warm quiet night.
Declan O’Brien was leaning on the port rail watching something in the water.
'Any problem's?' Liam inquired of this giant of a man. A slow smile spread over the Irishman's face.
'Ah ‘tis nothing to worry about Liam, I found this wee man creeping around, poking into things. When I asked him what he was looking for he turned a bit nasty, he even pulled a knife on me.
I thought he looked a little hot and bothered so I gave him a swimming lesson'. Declan pointed at the water. 'There he is, he’s just about made it to the far side of the dock. I don't think he'll bother coming back. He'll be to busy getting his nose fixed and visiting a dentist'.
Liam looked thoughtful. 'Well we will never know whether it was one of the opposition or just some sneak thief. Whichever it was, you did the right thing, but if there is a next time, try and keep hold of them, I'd like to be able to ask a few questions'.
The remainder of their time in port passed without further incident, although they were aware of people watching the ship.
Finally, the great day came when all was ready. Liam and his men kept out of the way as the seamen went about their tasks
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