"Adrift" (A tale from TNTLWO)

[Alice2015]

Connie Lang (OOC link)

Day 1, 10 o'clock (12 hours after TLWO):

Connie knew who buttered her bread, so she'd spent most of the morning following Robert around and, when necessary, tending to his personal needs. Those personal needs hadn't included sexual activity this morning, obviously; her services to him didn't solely include her taking his cock into one of her holes to fulfill that particular need. She did, however, fetch him coffee and a snack when that need struck, and -- with the clipboard she'd bummed off a crew member earlier this morning -- jotted down things that Robert wanted to be remembered and acted upon, either in the minutes and hours ahead or longer term, once they'd concluded this particular bit of madness and the bigger one -- the Majestic's failure to operate -- that surrounded this one.

At one point, Robert surprisingly cut Connie loose, telling her she wasn't needed. She didn't question that, of course; she simply told him that when he needed her again, she'd be in her own stateroom or perhaps in the Grand Dining Room, where a sort of buffet was being established to keep the guests and crew fed and hydrated.

She didn't head for either of those locations, though. Connie was still bothered by what had happened between her and Brent Mack late last night. Not once in the 6 years during which she'd been Robert Parker's kept woman had she gotten so close to having another man's cock inside her. Connie was very happy with her life and she didn't want to mess that up by cheating on Robert. She made good money, she lived comfortably, and -- more often than not -- she even enjoyed being her boss's lover.

There were times when she would have preferred to be able to say Not tonight, I've got a headache, but she knew that that had never been an option. If one looked at it logically, Connie didn't live that much different than many wives did. How many women across this country or across this world parted their legs for their husbands when they would rather not simply because without said man, they couldn't have what they had or fed the children they'd birthed?

And fuck, the money was good!

But right now, she felt as though she needed to once again clarify what had happened between her and Brent, as well as ensure that he understood the reasons for him not bragging to his shipmates -- yachtmates? -- about what he'd nearly done the night before with the sexy plaything the boat's owner had brought aboard with him.

Connie couldn't simply walk around asking crew Have you seen Brent Mack anywhere...? She might as well be saying, You know, the beautiful black man who's cock I want inside me? So instead, she simply wandered about the Majestic, watching the work that was being done, knowing -- or at least believing and hoping -- that Brent was mixed up in it all. And sure enough, after just a few minutes of wandering, she came across him on one of the upper decks, working on some contraption that involved several small tanks and a whole lot of piping.

There were other crew working her as well, so Connie addressed her question to one of them to misdirect her attention, "So, is this what's going to let us use the toilets?"

To her dismay, Connie felt a blush flood her fair skinned cheeks. Jesus, why didn't you just ask 'Can I take a poop now?' What's wrong with you? One of the crew -- after giving her a now almost expected once over up and down survey -- stepped up and began explaining what they were trying to accomplish. Connie might have looked like a dumb blonde, but she was anything but; she followed the man's explanation perfectly fine and would have even if he hadn't dumbed it down for her.

Then, to dispel any thoughts he might have about her lack of understanding about anything complex, she shot a series of questions at him related to head and head loss, flow rates, the loss of energy and efficiency between the manual labor that was involved in getting the water this high on the craft and the resulting flushing power, and more. The man stood there in silence a moment, staring at Connie with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

He was about to open him mouth, likely to answer her questions as best he could, when -- seeing that at this moment only that man and Brent were present -- she smiled broadly to him and asked, "Would you be a darling ... and go down to the ... I think you guys call it the GDR...?"

"Yeah, um, the Grand Dining Room, sure," he fumbled.

"I could really use a bottle of water," Connie said, her tone just on the edge of flirting. She looked to Brent, then back to the man, adding, "Maybe your friend here could use one, too?"

The man didn't hesitate, instead tipping his ballcap as if he was some gentleman cowboy in a country bar and taking off. Once he was gone, Connie stepped closer, checked that they were in fact alone, and smiled broadly. "I wanted to see you ... to talk to you ... about last night."

She paused in case Brent had something he wanted to say, then continued, "I needed to ask ... I need to know ... you didn't talk to anyone about what happened between us last night, right?"

 

[HumanBean]

Robert Parker and his wife, Gwen (OOC link)

Day 1, 10:00 am (12 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

"It was horrible, seeing that woman out there in the ocean," Gwen said. "Floating there, all alone, desperately clinging on to life."

Robert gave his wife an extra tight hug. He knew that the morning's events had affected her. He didn't like seeing her upset like this.

She continued, talking about how horrible it much have been for both the woman and the little girl.

"I wonder who they are? Were they traveling alone? Did they have family on that plane? Did they lose their families?"

"I'm sure we'll get some answers soon enough, my love," Robert told Gwen. "The Doctor and Nurse Laura are tending to them. And the Captain will make inquiries, I'm sure. Perhaps later, we can go see them. We should reassure them that they will be taken care of here."

Robert knew that the Majestic was already overburdened with extra people. He was beginning to regret having insisted on the additional crew to service and keep happy he, his wife, and his guests. But there was nothing more to be done about that now.

Gwen unexpectedly pressed her lips to Robert's. He returned the kiss, pulling her even more tightly to him. Then she surprised him with, "Make love me. I need to feel you inside me, Robert."

He smiled and kissed her again. They didn't make love that often these days. It wasn't that Robert was no longer physically attracted to his wife. Far from it. Gwen had a beautiful, sexy body, and Robert loved to see her in a tight-fitting dress, negligee, or bikini. It was simply that each of them had very busy lives, and -- of course -- Robert had Connie and Gwen had her male escorts.

Still, Robert loved fucking Gwen, and he didn't hesitate to answer her in a soft, sincere whisper, "I'd love nothing more than to make love to you, my love."

He kissed her again before leading across the vast stateroom to the bed. Robert didn't have to worry about smelling like Connie. He'd cleaned up last night after his PA had sucked his cock. They hadn't been intimate since then. Still, as he began undressing his wife, Robert asked with a devilish smirk, "Would you like a sponge bath, my love? I'd love to give you one."

He might now have smelled like his sex toy. But Robert knew that the morning's exertions had caused him to sweat a bit. If he offered to run a wet rag all over his wife's body, she'd likely to the same for him. Then, their lovemaking would take place without the occasional wrinkling of the noses.

Either way, Robert would make love to Gwen with great passion. Just like her body itself, he loved what she could do with it, too. She was one of the best lovers he'd ever had. And that was saying a lot, considering the money he'd spent on younger and/or more skilled women.

 

[Alice2015]

Kimberly Kimball and Nick Paull (OOC link)

Day 1, 1200 hours (14 hours after TLWO):

(Nick's last activity was posted here. BTW, this is a jump of 2 hours from where the other characters are. This doesn't mean the other characters can't continue to post for 10 o'clock.)

Kimberly Kimball had spent the last two hours tending to the needs of others, which wasn't unusual for her seeing how that was precisely what her job was all about. Her work now was so much different than usual, obviously; she didn't have to check the saunas or Jacuzzis for proper temperature or stock the various minifridges or change the ice in the cooling trays under the displays of finger food which, of course, she'd also had to restock when they got low. Anything and everything that she'd done that was related to electrical use had changed; some of those tasks had simply vanished and could be forgotten, while others had been replaced by tasks that were even harder and took more time.

Regardless of this, the Captain had found Kimberly a few minutes earlier, seen how frazzled she was, and demanded, "Take some time! Relax, go get in a nap, whatever. I'll find someone else to tend to these pampered little freaks."

Kimberly hadn't wanted to laugh at Karen's description of the guests but had. To a degree, she agreed with Karen, at least about some of the guests. She'd always hated rich people, which was ironic seeing how her education and earlier career path had been all about finding a job to serve them. And in the last six days, she'd faced some of the most outrageous situations involving them, too. Three of the guests had hit on her at one time or another, including a female one. Some of the other demands they'd made were just too far outside her abilities or allowances, too.

Right now, all Kimberly wanted was to get off her feet and into a pair of comfy pajamas for a midday nap. On her way to her cabin, though, she passed by the quarters of the man who'd bod' was up front and center in her most recent sexual fantasies, Nick Paull. She hesitated outside his door of the cabin he shared, contemplated the implications of knocking on the door and having one of the others with whom he shared the small space answering the door and wondering what she wanted.

She looked up and down the passageway, saw no prying eyes, leaned her head to the door, and listened for a long moment. It didn't seem as though there was anyone home; with the power issues, the only to hear at this point would be people talking or perhaps playing an instrument maybe?

Kimberly knocked lightly on the door, waited for a response, and getting none knocked a bit louder. Again, after no response and seeing no one in sight, she took a chance and slowly, cautiously opened the door, whispering softly, "Nick...? Are you home...? Here, I mean."

When the door was open enough for her to see his bed, Kimberly's eyes widened and her mouth fell open at finding the big, brawny, beautiful Adonnis lying in his rack absolutely naked! She simply stood there for the longest moment staring at his magnificent body ... and the equally impressive cock lying off to one side of his lower belly. It was simultaneously magnificent and frightening; how does one take that thing inside them? she found herself wondering as she imagined it fully swollen and pointing her way with obvious intentions.

Then, to her absolute horror, Kimberly saw that Nick's eyes had opened, and he was staring at her staring at him. She leapt back in a combination of fright and embarrassment, swinging the door hard behind her to slam shut. As she stood in the hallway, her heart pounding like a jackhammer, Kimberly searched for a proper reaction to what she'd just done.

She turned her head toward the door, calling out, "I'm sorry. Oh my God. Nick. I'm so sorry. I didn't ... I wasn't..."

Kimberly just stood there in total absolute panic for the longest moment, then suddenly ran off down the poorly lit passageway without a destination but desperate for a place to curl up in a ball and die of her embarrassment.

 

[HumanBean]

Brent Mack, with Connie Lang (OOC link)

Day 1, 11 o'clock (13 hours after TLWO):

(Continued from here. I advanced the time from Brent's last post 1 hours, fyi.)

Brent Mack looked up from his work to see Connie standing nearby. He smiled immediately. Then, remembering her warning, he did his best to hid his delight. She'd asked him not to show her any undue attention. He, of course, had told her that would be impossible for any man. But he'd try.

"So, is this what's going to let us use the toilets?" Connie asked the Engineering Crew member working with Brent.

He watched in silence as the pair discuss the project. Don't get involved, don't get involved, don't get involved, Brent warned himself repeatedly. Don't show her 'undue attention'.

"Would you be a darling," she asked the other worker, "and go down to the, I think you guys call it the GDR?"

"Yeah, um, the Grand Dining Room, sure," the man fumbled.

The man was wearing sunglasses. It was bright out with clear, blue skies. Connie probably could see what Brent could from his angle. The man's head stayed steady as he talked to her. But behind his dark shades, his gaze repeatedly dropped to the blonde bombshell's bosom.

"I could really use a bottle of water," Connie said. "Maybe your friend here could use one, too?"

The man didn't hesitate. Brent smiled and thought to himself, Fool. Getting her water won't get you into her pussy. Just thinking about Connie like that had his cock swelling quickly.

Once they were alone, Connie told Brent, "I wanted to see you ... to talk to you ... about last night."

He smiled. He'd never forget the image of Connie naked on her bed, waiting for him to fuck her. He responded casually, "Sure. Talk."

"I needed to ask. I need to know," she went on. "You didn't talk to anyone about what happened between us last night, right?"
"No, of course not," Brent said. "I wouldn't."

Normally, he would have. Men shared stories like that. But you didn't share a story like that about the mistress of the owner of the yacht on which you worked. That was particularly true when that yacht was broken down in the middle of the Pacific. Who knew how many days or possibly weeks they'd be stuck out here before rescue?

Then he remembered what she'd said just before he left her cabin: I need you to find some condoms, because you and I are going to try this again, very soon.

He looked around for eavesdroppers. Knowing they were alone, Brent said softly, "In case you were wondering, I found condoms." He smiled. "I think I recall you saying we'd try that again. Soon?"

 

[HumanBean]

Infirmary (OOC thread)

Day 1, 10:00 am (12 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here. As an OOC note, the link to the pic for Claudia has been removed because I felt that it looked too much <18. I will replace it once my writing partner, Alice2015, finds a new one. She, after all, is playing Claudia.)

Carlton Pinchot had cleared Troy Vance medically. There was nothing so wrong with him that Victor and Zoe couldn't take him up to speak to the Captain. He headed back toward the Infirmary. He arrived just as Kimberly was exiting, coming to look for him.

He knocked first before entering. Laura, aka Nurse Laura, was checking the younger woman's blood pressure. Carlton only now got his first look at Claudia. Laura had gotten her into clean clothes, washed her face, and pulled her hair back. She didn't look 18. That disappointed Carlton. He liked'em young.

But Carlton also liked his freedom. '17 will get you 30' was a phrase he lived by. Carlton wouldn't do well in prison. He'd be tickled pink when he saw the medical chart Laura had begun on the teen. 18, thank God.

"Okay, so, where are we?" Carlton asked. He looked between the three women. Deep in his mind, her growled in hunger at his first good look at Lana, too. My God, they raise them beautiful out here.

Nurse Laura caught him up on the women's vitals. He read as she talked. "A little wear and tear from your time in the water," Carlton mused, "but I don't see anything to be worried about."

He saw Laura's note about the relationship between the two. He chuckled in surprise, "Sisters? What a nice surprise. Good for you."

Carlton glanced at each of them again. Thank God for tight fitting briefs and loose-fitting pants. His cock was hard as a rock. He didn't think it was obvious, though. Sisters. Dear God. If only. The good doctor had always wanted to have sisters together. He had, in a sense. Okay, so, they'd been whores pretending to be sisters. But it had been worth the grand he'd spent on them.

(OOC: I'm going to stop there. I know you have a surprise planned. )

 

[HumanBean]

Nick Paull, with Kimberly Kimball, at his cabin (OOC link)

Day 1, 1200 hours (14 hours after TLWO):

(Continued from here.)

Nick Paull had slept well, even if only for a couple of hours. He was dreaming something erotic. When he awoke, he wouldn't remember what it was. But the result was that his cock was only semi-flaccid. Nearly stiff enough to lift it from his groin but not quite.

Then, something pulled him from his slumber. He blinked his eyes open. And standing in the doorway was Kimberly Kimball.

Nick just stared in surprise. It didn't immediately occur to him that he should cover up. His mind was still foggy. He only realized his immodest situation when the beauty hurried out and slammed the door.

He lifted his head to look at his cock. He smiled, thinking, AWK-ward. He sat up, stretching his stiff arms and shoulders.

"I'm sorry!" he heard through the door. "Oh my God. Nick. I'm so sorry. I didn't ... I wasn't..."

"It's okay, Kim," Nick called toward the door. "You didn't know."

He'd used the short form of her name. He didn't know if she liked it or not. He only did it because he knew a couple of Kims. Knew them well, though, not necessarily often, before they went their own ways.

"Hold on while I dress," Nick said. He didn't get a response. He realized that she might not be there anymore. "Kim?"

He slipped into some swim trunks and a tank top. Opening the door, Nick found just emptiness. He grimaced. Fuck! He went back inside to put on a full work uniform. Then, he went searching for Kimberly.

(OOC: I let you decide whether or not he finds her. )

 

[HumanBean]

Troy Vance and Victor Carlson, with Karen Kimball and Zoe Nance

The bridge of the Majestic

Day 1, 1000 hours (12 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

"I have been told that my people--" Captain Karen Kimball began.

Troy noticed that she looked to Victor. Troy nodded to the man. He knew he owed the man his life.

The Captain confirmed what Troy was thinking, "--risked their lives to get you out of that sinking fuselage."

"And I appreciate that, Captain," Troy said. "I mean that."

"So, if you don't mind," Karen continued, "please tell me, who are you, why were you in that plane, why in the world are you cuffed, obviously..."

Those were big questions. The answers were just as big.

"And what can you tell me about why your plane went down out here in the middle of nowhere," Karen concluded.

"Well, how about we start with the last part, Captain," Troy suggested. "I can't tell you anything about the plane coming down except that it did. One minute, I'm enjoying a calm flight from Honolulu to Port Moresby. That's Papua New Guinea, in case you aren't aware."

Karen knew exactly where the capital of the Island Nation was. That was obvious. If she hadn't, she shouldn't have been motoring a yacht around the South Pacific. He continued, "The next minute, the flight was coming down. Total loss of power, from what I could tell. It didn't just fall out of the sky, though. The 727, that's what we were on, can coast for dozens of miles, depending on how high it was flying, of course. I know a little bit about planes. I used to be a pilot.

"The thing just sort of coasted downward until it hit the water," Troy continued. "I can't tell you much after that. I got knocked for a loop. Plus, it was dark out."

"What time did this happen?" Victor asked.

"Well, let's see," Troy responded. "We left Hawaii at a bit past 6 pm. Flight time, I was told, was 9 hours plus. We were maybe halfway there. Dunno, really. I wasn't really in a hurry to get there, so I wasn't paying much attention."

"Not in a hurry," Victor cut in, "because you were being extradited?"

Troy only smiled at the presumption. "So, what, maybe about ten?"

Victor looked to Karen. He said with a matter-of-fact tone, "Same time the power went out on the Majestic."

He looked to Troy again. "And the cuffs?"

Troy considered how he wanted to answer the question. "Sure. I was being returned to Moresby."

He smiled. "It's not like I'm a criminal mastermind or a serial killer. I just cheated some people out of money. Rich people."

This time Troy laughed. "Probably people like the owner of your yacht here." He shrugged. "Anyway, you know how rich people are. They got lots of money. They can afford to lose a little bit of it. But taking it and getting away with it sets a bad precedent. Honestly, I think they probably spent more trying to catch me and get me back than I took."

"What about the two female survivors?" Victor asked. "What can you tell us about that?"

Troy shrugged again. "Don't know who they are."

Victor didn't know if he believed the man. About his story or about his knowledge of the women. But he looked to the Captain to see if she had more that she wanted to ask.

 

[Alice2015]

Gwen and Robert Parker (OOC link)

Day 1, Noon (14 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

Gwen rolled out the SuperKing bed gently, trying not to wake her husband. She smiled as she watched him slumber; he'd tuckered himself out trying to drive her to that fourth orgasm, in the end reluctantly giving in and letting her finger herself to climax as she sat in his lap. Oh, it had had nothing to do with his sexual prowess; Robert had been and still was one of the greatest lovers she'd ever had, and -- just as he'd earlier thought about himself and his lovers -- that was saying a lot considering the professionals she'd paid to send her to the extreme heights of euphoria over the years.

Now, though, she needed to pee. She padded quietly across the carpeted stateroom to the ensuite, only to hesitate in front of the bowl with questions. There was no water pressure to flush the toilet yet, so theoretically, she shouldn't use it. But there wre no working toilets anywhere on the yacht at the moment, so where the hell would she go to relieve herself? Was she supposed to poke her ass over the edge of the Majestic and pee directly into the Pacific ... at high noon ... within sight of God knows how many others who might be out and about enjoying the sun?

Fuck it! she told herself, turning her back to the bowl, pulling down her panties, and dropping onto the seat. We own this fucking tub. Who's got more of a right to use their shitter than me and Robert? As she listened to her steady stream, Gwen couldn't help but giggle at the coarseness of her thinking. Fucking, shitter...? You're turning into a sailor.

When she finished, she dabbed at her privates to dry herself, but then -- just before she dropped it into the bowl -- she instead tossed the tissue into the nearby garbage can. Whichever way they finally found a way to flush the toilets, Gwen figured it would be better if all they had to deal with was her liquids and not the toilet paper itself.

Returning to the bedroom, she saw that Robert had also awoken. She went to him, kissing him lovingly before telling him, "Go back to sleep. You could use it."

She told him she wanted to go out and check with the Captain and their guests. There were so many issues with which they needed to deal. "And I can't sleep, so I might as well be out there doing something of value."

Gwen dressed in some casual clothes -- a simple blouse and loose-fitting slacks with deck shoes -- and spent just a few minutes brushing out her hair, pulling it back into a simple French braid, and applying just the most basic of cosmetics. She blew out the candle lanterns in the ensuite -- its small dual porthole windows didn't provide much light -- then slipped out of the room to get to work.

(OOC: I don't know what I want her to do, so I'm going to finish with her here.)

 

[Alice2015]

Captain Karen Kimball and Zoe Nance (speaking with Troy Vance and Victor Carlson) -- OOC thread

The bridge of the Majestic

Day 1, 1015 hours (12+ hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

Karen listened to Troy's story with great interest, moving to sit in her bridge chair and sip at the hot coffee someone had brought her earlier. It was already barely warm, and she would normally have the lowest seniority crew member go get her a fresh cup, but before the cuffed man had begun his tale, Karen had sent everyone away save for Troy, Victor, and Zoe. (OOC: I only just now realized that I don't have a profile for Zoe. Sorry.)

Karen didn't know a great deal about how jet passenger planes operated when they lost power. Hell, she didn't know a great deal about them when they were operating at full power. But she accepted Troy's explanation of how the plane could come down for a soft landing that would leave at least a few of its passengers alive for rescue.

She found herself bothered by the idea that she was happy they hadn't found any other survivors. On one hand, Karen would have liked to have saved the entire flight crew and all of the plane's passengers. On the other hand, she knew that adding more passengers would only complicate an already complicated situation. There was still no telling how long they were going to be out here. They'd performed an inventory of available fresh water, and it had already been determined that without a working desalination system, they'd be out of fresh water in just three days. Then there was food; sure, they had enough of that to last a month with rationing, maybe more if they really got serious. But what if the plane had had 10 survivors? 20? 100?

Karen found it interesting that the presumed failure time of the 727 had possibly been the same as that of the yacht. Karen, like some of the others, had spent some of the morning contemplating the event, and in her case at least, she was learning more to massive solar flare than EMP device. If there was a third option to be considered, she would love to hear someone present it.

"What about the two female survivors?" Victor asked. "What can you tell us about that?"

Troy shrugged again. "Don't know who they are."

Karen suspected that Troy's crimes were more serious than he was leading them to believe, or the supposed rich person who he'd cheated had connections who could easily get past such political, criminal, and/or financial limitations as an extradition hearing and process.

"Papua New Guinea doesn't have an extradition treaty with the United States," Karen said with a firm, matter-of-fact tone, challenging Troy's confession about his return in cuffs to that island nation. "What you're saying you've been accused of would be considered a white-collar crime. Somehow, I don't see either the government of the US or PNG going to that much effort and cost to get you back for that. There is no direct flight from Honolulu to Port Moresby. I know. I learned a lot about direct flights over the Pacific when I originally came out to Tarawa from Los Angeles. So ... how is it that you were on a plane that isn't supposed to be flying the route you say you were on?"

She hesitated a moment to see if he wanted to change his answer. If he didn't, Karen would have Zoe -- whose position as the Majestic's Second Officer also made her the Master-At-Arms -- take Troy down to one of the small storage spaces off the engine room and shackle him to a pipe or other fixed object.

 

[Alice2015]

Lana, Claudia, and the Doctor (OOC thread)

In the Infirmary
Day 1, 10:30 am (12+ hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

"A little wear and tear from your time in the water," Carlton said after he took a couple of minutes to look at Claudia and Lana, then review the notes taken by Laura. "But I don't see anything to be worried about."

"Thank you, Doctor," Lana said. "I was really worried about Claudia." She didn't explain why, but she would soon enough.

"Sisters?" Carlton said with excitement in his voice. "What a nice surprise. Good for you."

The older woman didn't like the Doctor's tone, let alone the way his eyes fell to the younger sibling a couple of times. Lana had seen men look at her like that since she'd begun puberty, and she'd hoped that Claudia wouldn't have to put up with it as she herself grew into a woman. Her hopes had been dashed, though, and -- despite her having the look of a little girl -- the recently turned 18-year-old received the unwanted attention of horny old men to as much if not more of a degree as her older sister had at that age.

"I don't mean to sound rude," Lana said, looking to the woman they called Nurse Laura, "but ... I was wondering ... can my sister and I talk to the doctor alone, please. Like I said, I'm not trying to be rude--"

"No, no, don't be silly," Laura said. She looked to Carlton, telling him, "I wanted to go check on the other survivor anyway. I know you cleared him, but it's been a while since, and I want to make sure he isn't suffering any delayed effects of the crash and his time in the water."

Laura took and squeezed the younger woman's hand, then told the elder sibling, "I'll go find Kimberly, too. She's arranging you some quarters. I'll see how she's doing."

When Laura was gone, Lana quickly asked, "We are your patients now, yes? So ... we have, what's that thing called ... doctor-patient confidentiality ... yes?" She got the answer she expected, looked to her sister -- Claudia looked nervous enough to turn and throw up on the floor -- then turned back to Carlton and explained without holding back, "My sister and I both swallowed a dozen balloons each before we left Honolulu."

She saw in his face that Carlton was likely thinking drugs, even though the drug pipeline was usually the other direction: to the US from the rest of the world. Lana corrected any mistaken thoughts he might be having by further explaining, "Each of the balloons is filled with diamonds. Four or five stones each. Some of them up to five or six carats."

Lana looked back to her little sister, finding Claudia's eyes watering and about to spill down upon her cheeks. The elder moved to the younger, curling an arm around her waist and pulling her tightly to her. To Carlton, she said, "When we reached Port Moresby, a doctor there was going to help us ... I don't know how to say it..."

She whispered to her younger sister, "Expulsar...?"

Claudia whispered back, "Expel...?" Then, looking to the doctor, she said, "You know ... poop it out."

Lana took over again, saying, "The man we are doing this for ... he told us that doctor was needed ... that we cannot do this without doctor." Her tone began to get a bit desperate as she stepped closer to Carlton. "Please, Doctor. You help us, yes?" Then, reaching out to take both of the man's hands into her own and squeezing them, Lana said with a suggestive tone, "I'd be grateful ... if you know what I mean."

 

[Alice2015]

Kimberly Kimball and Nick Paull (OOC link)

Day 1, 1300 hours (15 hours after TLWO):

(Continued from here.)

Kimberly had hurried away from Nick's cabin as quickly as she could have, embarrassed to high heaven over having stood there and just stared with open eyes and mouth as his exposed manhood ... only to be caught by him as well. She'd found a dark corner to hide in for several minutes, then considered slipping back to her own cabin to finger herself to visions of that big, beautiful cock slipping in and out of her, only to finally force herself to get past it all and go back to work up topside.

She went straight to the Majestic's bridge, hoping to find the Captain there, which she did. She first asked if there was anything Karen needed, to which the answer was no; she then asked, "Shouldn't you be in your stateroom sleeping, Captain? You normally work the midnight shift."

The Captain told Kimberly that since there was no way that she could sleep, there was really no reason for her to lay down. Kimberly understood that and shared Karen's thinking, though, of course, the reason Kimberly wouldn't be able to sleep right now even if she tried was because her heart was still beating fast over the excitement of having seen Nick's manhood just laying there, semi-hardened, as if awaiting someone to come tease it to full hardness.

"Captain, ma'am, can I ... can I ask you a personal question?" Kimberly inquired in a quiet voice that was barely over a whisper.

"Of course, Miss Kennedy," Karen responded. When the question didn't come, she looked to Kimberly and found the woman eying the only other crew member currently on the bridge: a male. Karen caught the man's attention, telling him, "Why don't you take a break, say fifteen. And when you come back, see if Chef has made a fresh pot of coffee ... and maybe something perishable that he wants to unload."

"Preferences, Captain?" the man asked. Karen gave him a familiar dismissive wave; all of the Bridge Crew knew that their Captain would eat just about anything that included sugar, fat, or a combination of the two. Once they were alone together, Karen asked Kimberly, "What can I do for you, Kimberly."

Karen was often more familiar with people when she was alone with them, thus the use of the Chief Steward given name. Kimberly was hesitant to ask, but eventually screwed up the courage to ask, "Do you think that this would be a bad time for someone ... a crew member, let's say ... to ... become involved ... with another crew member. You know ... right now we don't exactly know if and when--"

"Yes," Karen cut in before Kimberly could stumble over her tongue any more than she already had. "Yes. I think this would be a bad time for any member of my crew to begin a new relationship with another member of my crew."

The two women just stared at each other for a long moment; Kimberly was waiting for Karen to give some sort of explanation for her opinion, while Karen simply didn't believe that it was necessary to do so. After a bit, the Steward simply said, "Okay. Well ... thank you, Captain."

Kimberly hesitated again, her gaze moving about the bridge not because she was looking for anything in particular but simply because she couldn't bring herself to look Karen in the eyes. Finally, she turned on a heel and started for the exit. She slowed at the knee knocker, hoping that the Captain would stop her and go into more detail on her answer ... but that didn't happen and Kimberly left the bridge, descended to the next deck, and found a corner to stand in while her brain screamed as loud as it could Fu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ck!

The Steward wasn't the type to go against an employer's wish, and if Karen suggested that she not begin a sexual affair with Nick, then Kimberly wasn't going to do it. And also, she didn't know whether or not Nick was even interested in being her lover. Kimberly assumed he would, based upon his reputation for fucking anything with a pussy. But sometimes those assessments were wrong or at the least overexaggerated; for all she knew, Nick was a one-woman kind of man, had a lover in Honolulu to whom he couldn't wait to get, and wouldn't have any interest in parting her legs for a couple of hours of fun.

Kimberly smiled to a couple of hands that passed by, took and released a deep breath that was meant to be calming, then stepped out into the passageway again -- slamming into the man of her dirty dreams yet again!

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't see--" she started, instantly going quiet and wide eyed at realizing who'd hunky body she'd just collided with again. Kimberly's mind was racing, and even through she was searching for something, anything, to say, her mouth wouldn't let out any words. Then, without ever realizing what she was saying, she blurted out, "I'm sorry, Nick! I didn't mean to stare at your cock like that!"

 

[Alice2015]

Connie Lang and Brent Mack (OOC link)

Day 1, 11 o'clock (13 hours after TLWO):

(Continued from here.)

"I think I recall you saying we'd try that again. Soon?" Brent Mack said, reminding Connie that she'd promised him that -- once he'd located a condom -- they'd finally get to fuck.

She felt a blush flood her face, which caused her to chuckle softly. She was too old and too experienced to be blushing at some guy reminding her that he wanted to fuck. "I did say that, didn't I?"

She looked toward the stairwell that his task partner had descended to fetch her a bottle of water, an act that had obviously been meant to leave her alone with Brent. There was no sign of him, which was good; the Majestic, however, was a small boat for having so many people aboard, which was bad. Oh, she wasn't contemplating doing Brent right here, right now, of course. she was simply concerned that someone was going to find them alone together.

"I have to get back to my work," Connie told Brent. "But..." Her lips spread as she looked him up and down with a conspicuous ogle, "...I want to see you tonight. I'll get away from--" She almost spoke Robert's name, but caught herself and instead simply said, "I'll get away ... and I'll come find you?"

She heard heavy footfalls and knew that someone was ascending the stairs. She backed up a couple of steps quickly, turned to find the same worker as before arriving with the asked-for water bottle, took it with a flirty smile, and told him thank you. Connie had wanted to ask specifics of how and when she could find Brent alone, but it was too late.

"You boys don't work too hard," she said, looking into the eyes of the man who was ogling her from behind his sunglasses. She glanced Brent's way, saying, "The rest of us are depending on you."

With that, she turned and headed away, her ass providing a bit more swaying and bump in those half dozen steps than they usually did. Behind her, after she'd descended most of the ladder, she could hear the other man laugh and say to Brent, "My God, I'd love to see that one naked. Wouldn't you?"

Connie couldn't help but laugh, thinking, Buddy, he already has ... and he'd going to again ... really soon.

 

[HumanBean]

Troy Vance and Victor Carlson, with Captain Karen Kimball and Zoe Nance -- OOC thread

The bridge of the Majestic

Day 1, 1030 hours (12 and 1/2 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

Troy didn't react to Karen's insistence that the story about his arrest was bullshit. He'd learned from a young age, If they can't prove you're lying, don't cave and tell them you are. Instead, he told her, "What I told you is true." (OOC: Here if you want to read his story again.)

Victor looked to the Captain for guidance. The First Officer had no reason to doubt Troy's claim. If wasn't as if he'd memorized the air flights between Honolulu and Port Moresby. Was there a direct flight between the two locations? Who knew? Maybe this particular plane had been chartered by Troy's rich victim to get him back to Papua-New Guinea quicker.

Did it really matter anyway? Troy was in cuffs, and he'd told them he was a criminal. Victor suggested, "We can lock him up in Storage Room 2-30."

The room's designation was based upon its location in the yacht. Second deck, at the 30th rib from the front of the boat. Every space, regardless of size, had its own official designation over its entrances. It was just standard sea vessel construction.

SR 2-30 had been filled with canned and dry goods when the Majestic was back in Tarawa. There space had been emptied, though, prior to departure. Once the yacht reached Honolulu, SR 2-30 was to be renovated. It was becoming, of all things, a wine cellar.

"It's secure and has adequate air flow to keep our friend here from asphyxiating," Victor continued. "It's big enough for a cot, with just enough room for a shit-and-piss bucket."

The Captain thought on it. Zoe added her two cents as the Majestic's Master-At-Arms, essentially the yacht's senior law enforcement officer. Ten minutes later, they were ready to close the door of what would come to jokingly referred to as the brig.

Victor told him, "Once we fortify this door a bit more, we'll have the Chief cut you out of those cuffs. Make you a bit more comfortable. We have to find you a cot and a bucket."

"I have to piss now," Troy said.

"Hold it," Victor said without sympathy. He repeated, "Once we've fortified the door."

Victor looked to the the candle lamp he'd used to light their way. He considered leaving it to give Troy some light. But he chose not to. "We'll figure out some light for you, Mister Vance."

Victor stepped back and closed the door. Inside, the room instantly fell into nearly complete darkness. Only the light in the below-deck passageway was spilling down from an open hatch above. And that light barely even revealed the crack under the brig's door to its occupant.

"C'mon guys!" Troy called. He walked forward and pounded on the door. "This is insane. I'm a fucking white-collar criminal. I'm not violent. I'm not going to hurt anyone!"

Victor told Zoe, "Remain here until I can get the Chief to send some men to install some sort of extra security on the door."

Troy continued to bitch about his situation. Victor told his underling, "And don't listen to his crap."

Louder, so that Troy could hear, Victor said, "He'll shut eventually. If he wants food and water and out of those cuffs."

 

[HumanBean]

The Doctor, with the sisters, Lana and Claudia (OOC thread)

In the Infirmary
Day 1, 11:00 am (13 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

"Please, Doctor. You help us, yes?" Lana asked after telling her story of how she and Claudia were carrying diamonds in balloons in the digestive tracts. Then, she flirted with him. Holding and squeezing his hands, she said suggestively, "I'd be grateful ... if you know what I mean."

Carlton's cock leapt in his slacks. Yeah, he knew what she meant. The real question was Does she really mean it? He looked between the two beautiful, young women. They were both absolute dolls. This assessment was even before they'd been able to fully clean up. They'd spent half a day in the water or, in the younger sister's case, in a plane in the water.

"I'm your doctor," Carlton said. He wanted to establish that relationship, of course. It was the basis for Lana telling him about the diamonds without him being obligated to tell the Captain. "I'll help you. Of course, I'll help you."

Lana released her hold on Carlton's hands. He maintained his, though. He looked into Lana's eyes. In a soft but insistent voice, he said, "And you'll show me that gratitude of which you spoke."

He only now let Lana's hands go. He returned to acting like a physician. He took up one of the charts Nurse Laura had begun and spoke about medical issues. His mind was filled with fantasies about Lana's gratitude, though.

Just then came a knock on the door. A crew member was reporting that berthing space had been made for the two sisters. There had been an earlier plan to move crew and their racks to non-berthing spaces to make the actual crew berthing spaces more spacious. Instead of leaving all four crew behind in the two-bed berthing space, they moved all four of them out. Lana and Claudia had the cabin all to themselves now.

The Doctor liked that idea. It meant there was now a place for Lana to show her gratitude to him. They could always meet together here in berthing. But that meant working around Nurse Laura and unwanted drop-ins.

"Crew man, please escort these ladies to their cabin," Carlton said.

 

[HumanBean]

Connie Lang and Brent Mack (OOC link)

Day 1, after 11 o'clock (13+ hours after TLWO)
Top deck of the Majestic

Brent Mack watched Connie sashay away. Her ass swung and bumped wonderfully. He couldn't wait to be on his knees behind that thing. Pumping hard, fast, and deep.

"My God," the crewman working with him said. "I'd love to see that one naked. Wouldn't you?"

Brent was thinking the same thing Connie was: I'm going to, really soon.

"I would stop thinking things like that if I were you," Brent warned as he returned to their work. "She's the Personal Assistant of the man who owns this yacht. The man who signs your paycheck. Or doesn't if that woman thinks you're sexually harassing her and reports you."

The man wasn't deterred, even though he continued his rant about Connie's sexiness in a quieter voice. Brent, on the other hand, worked in silence. Oh, he was thinking about the blonde bombshell, too. Who couldn't?

(OOC: I'm good with Brent until next Connie finds him. Moving on... )

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Kimberly (OOC link)

Day 1, a bit after 1300 hours (15+ hours after TLWO):

(Continued from here.)

Kimberly ran smack into Nick for the second time. She began her apology before realizing who she'd collided with, "Oh! Sorry! I didn't see--"

He smiled down to her, saying only, "Hello again."

Kimberly was obviously overwhelmed. She suddenly blurted out, "I'm sorry, Nick! I didn't mean to stare at your cock like that!"
He laughed. It was a louder and longer reaction that he'd intended. But he couldn't help it. Softer, just for her, Nick said, "It's alright Kim. Can I call you Kim?"

Whether she said yes or no, he continued, "I don't mind that you saw my--" He didn't want to use the word cock despite her having used it already. Instead, Nick said, "To be honest, I'd like to show it to you again. Tonight maybe? After dinner? If I'm correct, you have your own cabin? I'm sure that as Chief Steward, you could find us a bottle of wine?"

 

[Alice2015]

Connie Lang, Maggie Johnson, and Gwen Parker (OOC link)

Day 1, 1pm (15 hours after TLWO)
After she left Brent Mack alone with his workmate and his toilet water project, Connie went on a search for her boss but instead found her boss's wife. Gwen was in the Grand Dining Room, working with Maggie -- Gwen's PA, of course -- the Majestic's chef, and others to put together a long-term menu for the guests and crew. It had generally been assumed that the power wasn't returning to the yacht; there had been some sort of event from which they weren't going to recover, and it was time to accept that and move on.

"I don't understand," spoke up one of the extra Kitchen Staff females who'd been helping record what the others were formulating. Marla Gregg looked to her clipboard, then to the others, and said with an accusatory tone, "You're planning two different menus. One for the crew, one for the guests."

One of the female guests -- a stuck up bitch, everyone had agreed, named Eunice Richardson, who'd also been helping with the food and drink plan -- responded with a snippy attitude, "Yes, and...?"

"And ... I don't understand," Marla continued. Referring to the guests, then the crew, she asked, "Why are you all eating the best foods ... and we're--"

"It was this way before the ship stopped working?" Eunice challenged. When Marla only stared at her, the older woman who came from family money asked, "Why should that change now. The guests have this--" Eunice gestured to the GDR, then looked back to Marla, continuing, "And the staff has their own dining room." She looked to Gwen, asking, "Don't they?" In all honesty, Eunice had never deigned to find herself inside the crew eating space.

Gwen had been listening to the confrontation in silence. Yes, the crew and guests had been eating separately before the event. And yes, they had their own dining space. And yes, the two groups did eat differently, with the guests getting the better, more elegant meals than the crew; ironically, those fancy meals were, of course, cooked for the guests by the crew, too.

But did that have to continue? If Gwen was anything, she was a woman of the people. She spent possibly 50 days a year -- sometimes double that -- working on projects for the poor, underprivileged, lesser educated, etc. If she did that for those people out in the world, why shouldn't she do the same here, right?

"I have a solution," Gwen said, looking between the two women. To Eunice, she said, "You and the other guests -- that would include Robert and me, as well -- will continue to eat here in the Grand Dining Room, apart from the crew ... the best foods, the best wines ... the fine China and silver..."

She could see the anger building up in Marla's face. Smiling a bit, she looked back to Eunice, finishing with, "But the guests will cook their own meals. No crew."

"What...?" Eunice responded in surprise.

"Now, as a consolation, we will get Chef," Gwen continued. "But ... every guest will take a shift in the kitchen assisting Chef in preparing the meals and desserts ... as well as cleaning up afterwards ... which means slipping into the rubber gloves and washing dishes."

Looking back to Marla, Gwen found the Kitchen Staff member turning her head away to hide her smile. Looking to Eunice again, Gwen asked, "How's that sound to you, my friend."

The stuck up bitch looked about ready to explode. Gwen attempted to prevent the explosion by offering, "Or ... we can do as we did this morning ... with the Kitchen Staff continuing to prepare the meals, serve the meals, and clean up after them ... while also partaking of them." Stressing her words to Eunice, Gwen continued, "We will all benefit of this delicious food that -- by the way -- my husband and I paid for ... and you and the other guests are eating for free as our guests."

Eunice was clenching her jaws so tightly that her cheeks and jowls were trembling. Without another word, she turned and stomped out of the GDR. Gwen watched her leave, then turned to tell Marla and the others in a calm manner, "There is no class divide here aboard the Majestic, not anymore. We are all just people."

She looked to Kimberly, who as Chief Steward was the direct supervisor of almost all of the crew in the room at the moment. "When we finally get out of all of this, you and your people are scheduled to get a 30% bonus. Am I correct about that?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kimberly answered. "And we appreciate it."

"Well, you'll appreciate a 50% bonus then," Gwen told her, saying, "Please, talk to your people. If they are willing to continue with their duties as assigned upon embarkation from Tarawa, I will see to it that they get the higher bonus upon our arrival in Honolulu."

"That's wonderful, ma'am," Kimberly said. There was a general sense of excitement amongst the crew in the room. Kim said, "I think I can sell that."

"Also," Gwen continued, contemplating the offer she was going to make. "I will speak to my husband and to the guests themselves. I will do my best to make them understand that it will be necessary for them to pitch in when it comes to the smooth operation of the vessel. I will get you what help I can."

Again, Kimberly responded with a happy, "That's wonderful, ma'am."

 

[Alice2015]

Kimberly and Nick (OOC link)

Day 1, a bit after 1300 hours (15+ hours after TLWO):

(Continued from here. This is a little out of the timeline of the above post. This happens before it. No biggie.)

Kimberly

"It's alright Kim," Nick said, asking, "Can I call you Kim?"

She blushed yet again. She'd gone by Kim as a little girl, but in 7th grade, she'd changed schools and found herself with two male classmates named Kim. Overnight, she became Kimberly. She told Nick, "Yes. Yes, you can call me Kim. I don't mind."

Nick told her, "I don't mind that you saw my--"

Kim's eyes widened as she feared that he was going to say that word: cock. He might have seen the shock in her face, because he instead continued, without the descriptor, instead suggesting that they get together for dinner, maybe some wine, and certainly some sex. "I'm sure that as Chief Steward, you could find us a bottle of wine?"

She smiled wider again, looking around for prying eyes and/or eavesdroppers. Seeing none, she moved a bit closer and whispered, "We're not supposed to do that ... you know ... fraternization."
Kim couldn't believe she was saying that, telling the most beautiful man in the world that she couldn't have sex with him because her bosses said no. What the fuck is wrong with you? her lust filled brain screamed at her. She backed up a bit at the sound of approaching footsteps, and after the crewman passed -- giving the two a knowing grin -- Kim said softly, "But ... there's no reason we couldn't sit down ... have some dinner ... maybe some wine. I could get us some wine."

She knew what she was doing, of course; she was setting up a situation in which the two of them would undoubtedly end of having sex. But Kim needed to at least pretend she was trying to do the right thing.

A woman's voice called, "Miss Kimball, they're looking for you in the GDR."

"Be right there," Kim said. She looked up into Nick's eyes again, smiled, and said softly, "It's not that ... not that I wouldn't want to ... you know ... have sex with you, Nick." She cleared her throat; her eyes dropped again as she couldn't hold the stare. "It's just--"

"Kimberly!" the woman called again.

"I have to go," she said as she hurried around Nick. She gave him one last glance before she turned the corner, smiling.

 

[Alice2015]

The sisters, Lana and Claudia (OOC thread)

In their cabin
Day 1, 11:30 am (13 and 1/2 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

The crew member showed Lana and Claudia around the crew cabin that had been cleared for them, a tour that didn't take long at all. The cabin was small even before the brought in a second pair of bunk beds to accommodate the additional crew.

"These are going away," the crew member promised. "The Captain and boat owners -- their names are Parker -- they're opening some of the guest areas to berthing. The game room, the library, the smoke room. We'll have these out before nightfall, I promise."

Lana thanked the woman, and after the sisters were again alone, they embraced again. The younger whispered with a desperate tone, "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to keep quiet," Lana warned Claudia. "The doctor is going to help us ... make sure nothing happens to us ... keep us safe."

"And what are you going to do?" Lana asked. She looked up, clarifying, "For the doctor, I mean? Are you really going to ... you know...?"

Lana didn't answer, instead just pulling her shorter sister to her bosom again and holding her tight. After a long moment, she murmured softly, "I'm going to do what I need to do."

 

[HumanBean]

Kimberly and Nick, then many others (OOC link)

Day 1: starts a bit after 1 pm, ends about 7 pm (15-21 hours after TLWO):

(Continued from here.)

"We're not supposed to do that..." Kimberly said, speaking about fucking fellow crew. She clarified, "You know ... fraternization."

Nick laughed. "Big word. I sort of like fooling around, but whatever."

He could see the combination of hesitation and desire in the woman's face. Her body language was antsy. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He knew that.

She told him, "But ... there's no reason we couldn't sit down ... have some dinner ... maybe some wine. I could get us some wine."

"Better make it two bottles," he suggested. "It sounds like I might need some help persuading you to fraternize."

Kim got called away to the Grand Dining Room. Before she left, she confessed, "It's not that ... not that I wouldn't want to ... you know ... have sex with you, Nick. It's just--"

"Kimberly!" the woman called for her again.

"I have to go," she said, hurrying away.

As she looked back for one more gander, Nick winked and extended two fingers. He mouthed the word Two.

Nick headed off to get to work. He'd been assigned to the team building the drift anchor (OOC: Kind of like this). It turned out to be far easier than expected. They were using the parasailing sail as the body. 200 feet of line would connect it to the bow of the Majestic. A 3-pound weight from the gym would be attached to one side to prevent it from twirling. And a life ring attached to the other side would float across the surface to show where it was and that it was still working.

They assembled the drift anchor on the bow in just minutes. Tossing it over, Nick thought it looked like just a big mass of garbage. It began sinking: anchor, rope, and all. One of the crew hollered, "What's wrong? It's going down. We need to pull it back in!"

"No!" Nick countered. "It's supposed to do that. It's the weight."

The Majestic was moving to the west at about 2-3 knots, pushed by the wind hitting it broadside. That was pretty fast for a dead-in-the-water boat. The actual current here, though, was only 1-2 knots. Nick knew this from studying for his Navigation and Piloting Permit. He'd once had an interest in joining the Bridge Crew.

It took a long while, but eventually they began to see progress. The drift anchor had been pulled to the full length of the tow line, 200 feet. The line jerked tight, the slack gone. The heavy rope strained.

"It's working," Nick said. As they watched, the point at which the line met the sea began to move both farther away and more to port. He told the others, "Shouldn't be much longer."

It actually took longer than Nick had expected. A full hour had passed before the life ring popped up to the surface. The whole group cheered. Nick looked back to the bridge windows. The Officers there showed their approval.

The line continued to strain. Nick had brought a compass out with him. He checked it to find the bow pointing almost due south, at 175 degrees. Then, ever so slowly, the dial moved: 174, 173, 172, 171.

"It's working," someone confirmed. "Look at the shadows."

Nick followed the man's gesture. Someone had put a mark on the deck with a black grease pen. It had marked where the sun/shadow divide had been for a piece of bow equipment. The line had moved and was still moving. Slowly. But still moving. 165, 164, 163.

There was a pop that startled Nick. His first instinct was to look to the drift anchor's line. Had it snapped? Even partially? Then he heard celebration behind him and turned. Robert Carlson was standing there with a bottle of champagne and a sleeve of paper cups. "Drink up, boys. You did it."

Nick's new first instinct was to look up to the bridge windows again. Theoretically, the men working on the drift anchor were on duty. But Nick found First Officer Victor Carlson up there giving him a thumbs up of permission. Nick smiled and waved his appreciation.

......................................​

The celebration continued for almost two hours. Robert had three more bottles of champagne brought out as more and more people appeared. Trays of food appeared as well. At one point, a barbeque was even brought out and more of the meat that faced ruin was cooked.

Nick was happy to see that both crew and guests joined the festivities. The musical quarter came out and entertained. They were an odd group of musicians, trained in classical, jazz, blues, pop, and more. Between the four, they played a total of 18 instruments. Most of the players played at least four different instruments.

Requests began to be called out as time passed. People started dancing. Crew with crew, guests with guests, even crew with guests. The little work party had turned into a real party.

"Hey, hey! Hey, everyone!" Nick called after hopping atop equipment to stand above everyone. "Quiet down!"

The sun had fallen behind the Majestic's superstructure but wasn't quite below the horizon yet. The result was that oranges and reds were beginning to frame the boat to the aft of everyone. In his position, Nick was fully lit in sunshine, almost glowing. He pointed to the east, saying, "Look!"

All eyes turned to look toward the east. Toward the direction the Majestic's bow was pointing. There was nothing there. Just open ocean as far as the eye could see. Someone hollered, "What? Look at what, you drunk fool!"

"The drift anchor," Victor Carlson said, realizing what was exciting the Deck Hand. As people looked his way, the First Officer explained, "The drift anchor. It turned us fully east. It's working."

Nick had pulled out his compass again. He informed the group with excitement, "Bow's at 89 degrees. Right where it should be."

Victor held his hands out to his sides. He was trying to illustrate how level the yacht had become. With its nose directly into the oncoming, easterly winds and the waves they caused, the Majestic was now feeling a roll of maybe one or two degrees.

Someone whispered to the leader of the band. He passed the word, and suddenly the quartet was blasting out Ager and Yellen's Happy Days are Here Again. The raucous noise of the party began once again.

 

[HumanBean]

Robert Parker (OOC link)

Day 1: sometime in the early afternoon (16 or more hours after TLWO); a bit before the above post:

Robert hadn't realized how tired he'd been. He'd been up early that morning to deal with the power situation. He'd assisted with the rescues of the three plane crash survivors. He made passionate love to his wife. All of this had left him zonked. He'd awoken just briefly when Gwen left the room, post-coitus. But he'd then fallen almost immediately back to sleep.

When he did finally wake, sadly alone, he felt reenergized. The sun's height in the sky told him it was early afternoon. He double checked that with his watch. It was a Rolex that charged itself through his wrist's kinetic energy. It still worked, thankfully. Sure enough, it was early afternoon.

He went to the ensuite, cleaned himself with room-temp water, dressed, and headed out. First thing he did was check in with the Captain. She had a lot to tell him. The drift anchor work had been finished and the device tossed into the water. It seemed to be working, Karen told him. But the change in the yacht's direction had been small thus far.

Another big job was nearing completion. A crew had installed water tanks in the Majestic's highest point and connected them to the craft's plumbing. Before the sun went down, the guests and crews would be able to flush toilet in a handful of locations.

The most important project, of course, was freshwater distillation. The saltwater desalination system was dead, of course. And the current fresh water supplies would only last a few days longer. Maybe a couple of weeks if they seriously rationed. But something had to be done.

There were two projects in the works. One involved using another of the parasails to capture rainwater. Of course, that only worked if there was rain. First Officer Victor Carlson was on the bridge and pointed to the northeast. "There's a storm brewing there. But it might miss us. That's both good and bad news."

The other freshwater project involved using the sun to evaporate sea water. That was a pretty simple project, Rober was told. The Engineer had already come up with some plans. Unfortunately, this plan was unlikely to create as much freshwater as was necessary just for drinking, let alone anything else. Robert got acknowledging nods when he said, "So, our best hope is one hell of a fucking rainstorm."

He looked down at the crew that had created the drift anchor. "Captain, if you'll excuse me, some congratulations need to be shared. 'Bout time for some good fucking news."

Robert went to a storeroom for champagne and cups and joined the men on the bow. "Drink up, boys. You did it."

 

[Alice2015]

All of my girls; intermixing with Nick's/Roberts posts above (OOC link)

Day 1: starts a bit after 1 pm, ends about 7 pm (15-21 hours after TLWO):

(OOC: I went long -- 10,801 characters -- so I posted it in two parts.)

"Big word," Nick teased about Kim's use of the word fraternization for what he wanted to do with her. She giggled, he laughed, she blushed. He rephrased, "I sort of like fooling around, but whatever."

They made plans to meet, with Nick telling her that two bottles of wine might be better than one. As it would turn out, they wouldn't need Kim to sneak alcohol. As the drift anchor project began to show promise, Robert Parker showed up on the bow of the Majestic with champagne ... bottle after bottle after bottle over the next six hours as a work party turned into a play party.

Robert's wife, Gwen, joined the celebrating only minutes after her husband did. She organized some of the crew and guests to bring out snacks, followed a couple of hours later by a full meal. The Chef was perfectly fine with moving the cooking to the deck on the brow as it meant he didn't have to again cook and clean by candlelight; the Majestic's kitchen, located in the center of the yacht, had no porthole windows for even indirect sunlight.

Maggie, Gwen's PA, stuck close to her for the first couple of hours, ensuring that each and every time her boss needed something, she was there to provide it. Out of professional habit, Maggie had dressed in her normal working skirt, blouse, and jacket. But after a while, the tone of the get-together began to get loose, with the band striking up the music, the alcohol flowing at an increased rate, and skin beginning to show more readily as people changed out of their working clothes in exchange for swimming trunks, bikinis, or simply clothes involving less cloth. Gwen turned to her younger PA and demanded, "Go put on something fun, Maggie. It's a beautiful day, the sun's out ... go put on a bikini and have some fun. You are officially off the clock!"

Maggie hadn't known how to react to that at first. She'd never dressed in anything less than what she was wearing now, even when the Parkers had taken her -- and Robert's PA, of course -- to Africa with them and the temperature had risen into three digits. But Gwen insisted, even threatening, "Strip down, girl, or you're fired!"

Maggie's eyes had grown large, but then her boss had laughed, hugged her -- not common but not unheard of -- and sent her off. The PA returned to her cabin to pillage her wardrobe. She'd brought bikinis and skimpy swim wear with her, of course -- they had been heading for an island in the South Pacific with sun and sand, after all -- but she hadn't planned on wearing any of it anywhere other than on a beach without people she knew surrounding her.

In the end, she donned her most modest bikini, wrapped it with a sarong, and threw a thin, lacy shawl over her shoulders. Looking at herself in the mirror, though, Maggie thought the shawl silly looking and discarded it. She turned left, turned right, then -- pulling the sarong aside -- turned fully to give her ass a look in the mirror. Even in just the light of a couple of candle lamps, she smiled at the sight of her tight body.

Most women -- even the 8s, 9s, and 10s -- always thought they needed to lose a pound or two or exercise to tighten up this part of their body or that. Maggie had always been happy enough with her figure to not suffer such worries. She only hoped that Captain Karen Kimball thought the same.

On the bridge:

Karen watched the party unfold from the bridge of the Majestic. The watch schedule had her being relieved by Second Officer Zoe Nance, but the Master-At-Arms was still dealing with Troy Vance's containment. They'd converted a storage space into a brig, but it had needed a bunk, safe illumination -- Karen had forbidden a flame, meaning no candles -- and a more secure door.

Nance and Vance, Karen thought to herself. Almost like she was destined to be his jailor. Zoe was a contradiction to the Captain. The woman's past as a former Military Law Enforcement Officer had been key in her employment aboard the Majestic, and the woman certainly knew how to handle firearms; one day before the Parkers had taken possession of the yacht, while they'd been out at sea on a post-modernization shakedown cruise, Zoe and some of the others had cleaned out the armor, tested, then cleaned and again stored every weapon in the big wall safe. Karen had been very impressed with how Zoe had handled herself, and yet Zoe had told Karen, "I hope never to have to use one of these against another person ... again."

Karen hadn't asked what the woman had meant by again; using a firearm against another person hadn't been in her job application, and Karen hadn't felt it her right to ask. Instead, the Captain had only responded with, "Me, too." Still, Karen was uncomfortably happy to know that -- considering their current situation -- she had at least one person aboard the Majestic who had once had the ability to point a gun at another person and pull the trigger.

(Part 2 next post)

 

[Alice2015]

(Part 2)

Down on the bow:

Connie Lang's morning had, for a change, involved not a moment of official business nor a moment of sexually satisfying her sugar daddy. After the plane survivors' rescues and prior to the start of the party now taking place on the bow, Robert had told her what his wife had told her own PA: go have some fun.

Robert had had no real use for Connie, either for business or pleasure. Without communications with the outside world, Robert hadn't been able to do any business other than chatting with the guests who he'd invited specifically because the were business associates more than friends; and he hadn't been in the mood to get his cock serviced either, whether it be by Connie's hands, mouth, pussy, or sphincter.

Connie hadn't been as hesitant to shed her business clothes for something a little sexier and revealing, though. Connie loved bikinis, a love that was easy to enjoy considering how she looked in one. She donned one of the dozen bikinis she'd brought with her, then pulled on a matching coverup. She selected sandals with modest heels; she wanted to show off her legs and buttocks without conspicuously announcing that she was wanting to show off her legs and buttocks.

She joined the party, catching the eye and enjoying the ogles of every male at one point or another. Everyone knew that Connie was Robert's PA, something that garnered her a great amount of respect; most everyone who had any sort of imagination also presumed that Connie was Robert's sex toy, which -- while maybe not garnering her additional respect at the least kept people from hitting on her.

Of course, it wasn't like they were at a big city nightclub or beach party, where you could hit on a beautiful babe, get shot down, and walk away, knowing that you'd never run across said babe and feel embarrassed. They were all trapped here aboard the Majestic, so no one was going to make a fool of themselves by hitting on Connie.

She joined the happiness being shared by one and all, partaking of the champagne and hors d'oeuvres and shaking her booty to the music flooding the bow of the boat. As she was enjoying herself, her heart skipped a beat when she turned to see Brent Mack just feet away. He was watching her with a smile, and Connie smiled back, even giggling softly to herself. Only then did it occur to her to wonder whether or not Robert was looking her way. She searched the growing group for her lover-boss, to see if he'd caught her flirting with the Engine Room Mechanic.

"Hey, hey! Hey, everyone!" someone called out over the music, laughter, and conversations. As the band stopped playing, Connie looked to find the sexy, built Nick Paull, fulling aglow by the falling sun's light as he gestured for everyone's attention. "Quiet down!"

He pointed out to them all that the Majestic was finally pointing almost due east, into the waves. Connie only now realized how smooth the yacht had gotten, something for which the group now howled and clapped as the band spontaneously began belting out Happy Days are Here Again.

Kim Kennedy had been back and forth between the bow and the kitchen, the bow and the wine room, the bow and just about everywhere. As Chief Steward, she'd had her hands deep into the spontaneous party's evolution, assembling the band, gathering drinks and all that was necessary to serve them, and more. She hadn't understood why they weren't having all this fun at the stern of the Majestic, where there were three decks made for such festivities.

But she didn't fight it, as the bow of the yacht was where she could find Nick. She was hesitant to show too much flirty attention to him, but she did speak to him several times in between tasks and even engaged him in a dance. After one of her runs to the kitchen, she returned in time to hear Nick calling for everyone's attention, then announcing that the drift anchor had accomplished its goal.

When they next got close to each other and started dancing, Kim looked around for eavesdroppers and -- finding none -- leaned in closer to the man and asked, "You know where my cabin is, don't you?"

She didn't wait for his reply, instead dancing herself a few steps away before turning and casually cutting her way through the crowd toward the berthing space to which she hoped Nick would follow her.

The Infirmary:

Nurse Laura had gone to Lana and Claudia Owens' cabin to check on them. The young women said they were fine, but Laura sensed that the elder of the pair was hiding something. She tried to coax something more out of Lana; she even asked them if they wanted to go get some fresh air or join the party that was growing on the Majestic's bow.

"We're fine," Lana told Laura. "We're just tired. Claudia needs to rest, and I need to be with her."

Laura consented to the woman's request, telling her, "Okay, I'll check back on you later, okay?"

"No, that's okay, really," Lana said. "We just need sleep. Please."

Laura didn't like the idea of leaving the two on their own; they'd nearly died in a plane crash, only to spend almost half a day stranded either in the open water or inside the rolling plane wreckage. But again, she consented, telling Lana, "Okay, but on one condition. Tomorrow morning, both of you come to the Infirmary so I can check your vitals and get some vitamins and minerals in you if you need them. You may not feel it now, but exposure can zap you."

She left, found Doctor Pinchot to report to him that she'd checked on the girls -- making note of the both of them being in their cabin -- then, with Carlton's permission, headed to the party for some time off. She stopped at the cabin she shared with Kim Kennedy to change into a bikini top, low-rider denim shorts, and flat thongs.

 

[HumanBean]

Robert Parker and Connie Lang (OOC link)

Day 1: 7 pm (21 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

Robert Parker was enjoying the party on the bow. The champagne, the good food, the good company. He was enjoying hanging with the crew more than with his guests, to be honest. They talked about the projects underway or completed. Even more fun, they talked about the fun that had been had in various ways in various parts of the world. Robert had had a great many adventures around the world. He loved talking about them. He did his best not to sound like he was bragging. Sometimes that came across. Other times it didn't.

Even more, though, he enjoyed hearing the stories of others. The crew included men and women who'd worked all around the world. Most of them had never had the money to do some of the things Robert had been able to do simply because of the cost involved. At the same time, though, they'd done things he'd passed on for that same reason. The simple things to do, the cheap things to do, often got missed. Robert regretted that.

"When we get out of this, this whatever it is," Robert told them with a sincere tone, "I'm taking all of you on vacation. The whole lot of you. Where we going? What are we going to do? Don't think money. Anything you'd do if you had a million bucks in your pocket." Robert laughed, correcting, "Okay, maybe not a million, but maybe fifty grand. If you had fifty grand in your pocket and didn't have to spend it on bills or school loans or anything that felt like an obligation, what would you do with it?"

The bunch of them broke into an animated, often laugh-filled conversation about what each of them would do if they had that kind of extra, free cash. Robert enjoyed it, laughing and pouring more champagne as the ideas flew.

At some point, he caught sight of Connie as she danced amongst a small group of crew and guests. He hadn't failed to notice her paying a little more attention to one particular crew member, Brent Mack, who Robert believed was from the Engine Room. He studied the two of them together.

Robert wondered whether or not his plaything would sleep with another man. To the best of his knowledge, Connie had never strayed. He'd never forbade her from being with other men. But he didn't think Connie would. She had too much to risk to seek out stray cock.

Robert had never kept a penny-by-penny account of how much money he spent on her. But he knew that it had consistently risen year by year. And he knew that last year, it had been in the half-million-dollar range. It was a lot of money to spend on a mistress. But then, Connie was far more than just your average mistress. She'd put Robert's previous mistresses to shame with what she'd done to, for, and with Robert.

And then there were the things Connie had said she would do to, for, and with him. They'd often talked about out there sexual activities. These kinds of conversations typically had taken place during the afterglow of sex. Often, they'd laid in each other arms, dreamily talking about their happiness together. Sometimes, their sexually explicit humors would reach out to new things: Would you want to do this, have you done that, what wouldn't you do?

Ironically, they'd never really gone there when it came to most of what they'd discussed. Sure, new positions, new locales. But the real out there they'd simply never attempted.

During a lull in the current conversation, Robert excused himself. He'd waved his PA over to go find three more bottles of champagne to keep everyone happy. Then, casually, he made his way into Connie's line of sight. He gave her a familiar look, then headed over toward the currently unmanned barbeque. When she arrived, Robert told her, "I need to see you in your cabin."

He turned away, rejoined the adventurers, told them he had something to do, then made his way toward his PA's stateroom. He presumed she would follow shortly.

 

[Alice2015]

Connie Lang and Gwen Parker (with Robert Parker and Brent Mack) -- OOC link

Day 1: 7 pm (21 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

Connie was having a good time, dancing and sipping champagne and flirting; she'd gotten good over the years at knowing the difference between harmless playing and teasing, and she avoided the latter well. Without conspicuously doing so, Connie had spent a little more time near Brent Mack than most of the other men; she would occasionally glance Robert's way to ensure that he wasn't witnessing anything that might look inappropriate considering their own relationship.

She was very aware of the danger in which her career and her life as a whole would be if she was caught cheating on her sugar daddy. And yet, she wanted Brent so badly, more so than she'd ever wanted a man before. Why, though? Why Brent? He was a good looking, well-built man, the kind of man who easily drew women his way. But Connie had met more than her share of even better looking, even better built men during her 6 years of service to Robert, and she hadn't been tempted to sleep with any of them.

No, it was something far more than just his looks, and she knew exactly what it was: Robert had abandoned her in the dark last night, and Brent had been her savior, explaining what was happening, escorting her to her room, staying with her when she begged him to do so, not once trying to hit on her until she hit on him, and finally agreeing without a fight to forego sex with her because they hadn't had the condom she demanded he use to fuck her. He'd told her earlier that he had indeed got the protection she required, and Connie was determined to have Brent's cock in her before this day was through.

And then ... aw fuck! Connie had matched Robert's gaze repeatedly, smiling to him when it was appropriate, meaning not a time at which any prying eyes would think Hmm, what's going on between them, do you think? But now, she was getting that look that meant he wanted to talk to her, and sure enough -- when she ambled over to meet Robert in relative privacy -- he told her softly, "I need to see you in your cabin."

"Of course," she responded softly without hesitation. "Let me make the rounds so no one suspects anything."

She turned away to rejoin the dancing for a minute or so, then feigned a need to rest. She knew that Gwen was engaged in conversation with some people directly behind her and, as part of her cover, told the people with whom she was talking, "I need to get out of these heels. I think I have a pair of flats in my room. I'll be back."

Connie exchanged some goodbyes for now, then met Brent's eyes. Ever so slightly, as a disappointed expression filled her face, she shook her head to indicate that they likely weren't getting together tonight. She selected a path through the gathered partiers that sent her directly past him and whispered, "Sorry."

She chatted with guests and crew alike until she'd finally departed the bow, heading for the stairs -- Ladders, they call'em ladders, she reminded herself again -- that would take her down two decks toward her cabin. She'd expected Robert to be there, but when she found him absent, Connie presumed it was because he didn't want to be caught hanging out where his PA slept at night.

Inside, she shed her coverup and bikini, retrieved a plastic container of unscented handwipes that the Chief Steward had found for her, and used several of them to clean her pits. When she was done, she donned a negligee, then covered up with a woolen robe that reached down to midthigh. Then, sitting at the little bureau, she dabbed on a perfume Robert had bought her during a visit to Paris, then spent the remaining time before her boss arrived to brush out her hair.