Champagne Fantasy

[Henry]

This thread is open to all and is based loosely on a cruise liner.

I will cover storyline here.

The ship has many rooms and can take 40 - 50 passengers and a crew of 5 - 10.

It will start a journey around the world stopping in many beautiful and interesting ports.

It will visit the Seychelles, the Caribbean Islands, Fijian Islands, Whitsunday Islands and the Great Barrier Reef.

Travels through the Cape of Good Hope, Panama Canal, South China Seas past North and South Islands making up New Zealand.


On Board the ship is all modern facilities including a fully equipped bar and casino, picture theatre and all bedrooms cum with an ensuite comprising of a spa.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

OOC: Count me in, if you need me. My character is as follows:

Dr. Jaylene Baxtor
Age: 32
Hair: Auburn, curly, shoulder length.
Eyes: Chestnut brown.
Height: Tall, about five feet and nine inches.
Body: Slender and lithe. Small breasts, gentle flare at the hips.
Appearance: Think Nicole Kidman or Natasha Richardson.
Occupation: Anthropologist. She studies ancient cultures and civilizations. She is respected in her field.
Background: She is married to a famous film maker. he ignores her. She hates him.
Voice: Sultry alto, Australian accent.
Other facts: She has written several books. She is currently writing another. She always dresses in white "because it is clean" and she has a small tattoo of a bird on her shoulder.
Why is she on the ship? She is taking a vacation to write her book and cure her writer's block.

Question: Can we assume that the ship is currently in Seychelles?


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Doctor Jaylene baxtor stood on the ship's polished deck, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her lightly tanned face. Whisps of auburn hair escaped the silver clip she held her hair back with and danced near her temples. She made no move to brush them away. She sighed and looked behind her at the deck chair where her laptop computer sat amid a pile of rippling paperwork, all held down by a cell phone and a small briefcase.

She had to finish this book on deadline. The publisher was worried already. But jack had pissed her off again, made it impossible for her to concentrate on writing. She had no interest in the lives and times of ancient Gaels, not while jack brought his women out on the town, embarrassing her. She wanted a divorce. he wouldn't give her one. So she found herself here, a posh cruise liner sailing the islands. It was a fine enough distraction. Perhaps she could get some work done.

With a heavy sigh, she went back to her writing, to the long hours of work ahead.

 

[Henry]

Welcome Aboard Sateema and glad to have yr knowledge on board.

Yes we can assume the ship is currently in the Seychelles.

 

[cgraven]

Dave McCormack

1st mate.
Age 50, thinning ginger hair, pricing hazel eyes, 5’ 11”, lean fit build, sun brazened skin, face and hands weathered from a life at sea.

IC:

Going to the alidade I shoot a round and lay the fix on the chart. Good the anchor is holding, no dragging, all is well. She is a fine ship the best I have ever severed in and lord knows I have severed in enough of them from coasters of the Irish Sea as a mere deck hand to tram steamers plying the trade routs of the world. The little bits and pieces that make up a life at sea.

It had been a man’s world always, all those years working up from deck hand to ship’s officer, my last berth was that of Master on a small tramp steamer working the south Pacific. Now the company had sent me to learn the ropes of the passenger trade. A competent seaman I was but an ambassador for the company well this voyage would tell.

The cool breezes of the Indian Ocean on this May morning brought the sent of the Islands drifting to me, and that fragrance brought back all the childhood memories and dreams of a lad many years ago. Now I was here, Morne Seychellois rising up out of the sea. Mahe lying at her feet. God How I loved it..

Out on the bridge wing I saw her on the promenade deck the woman in white. She was breath taking in the early morning sunlight, yet somehow alone and remote.

“Mr. McCormack lighter requesting permission to come along side, Sir”

The watch’s call brings me back to the reality of a working ship.

Yes tell them to come along the port side have the coxswain make all preparations to receive them.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Jaylene.

Closing her laptop computer and stuffing what was finished of her manuscript (212 pages), Jaylene moves to the rail of the deck again, watching with fascination and respect for the beauty of nature as Mahe approaches, lush green, and the village of LaDigue peeks it's white roofed head from the ocean of blue, green and shades of gray.

Capturing the picture in her mind, she vows to someday research the peoples of the islands, just for an excuse to return here.

She is tired, and cannot remember the ship's many ports of call on this long journey. She hopes she will have time in Seychelles, to explore. Jaylene imagines the white sugar sand beach of laDigue and the Laggerhead turtles, their leathery backs glistening i n the sun and making them seem magical. She lets her imagination run away with her, and in an unconscious gesture, she lifts her left hand and moves her impressive diamond wedding ring so that the diamond rock is hidden in her palm. She does not realize she is doing this, that she has been doing it for nearly a year.


OOC: I visited Seychelles two years ago and I have a few photos I will add if people don't mind. it might enhance the atmosphere. Let me know if this is objected to. This is a photo of LaDigue Harbor, where a ship might dock in our situation.

 

[cgraven]

The lighter along side and my relief on deck I go over the ships status and the navigation points for the anchor watch.

“Very well Mr. Carmichael you have the deck…. Mr. Carmichael has the deck and the con.”

I sign my log and head down to the promenade deck, and head for the main salon for breakfast. Part of my duties as 1st mate was to take my meals with the passengers to entertain them and put them at ease.

I passed the lady in white paused .

“Beautiful isn’t Miss.”

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Jaylene.

She almost didn't hear the man's comment, she was so enraptured by the sea and it's beauty, but the man's voice registered in her ears,

"Yes, yes, it is...breathtaking." She turned to face the man who spoke to her, tearing her eyes from the beauty of the islands for the sake of polite company. Instantly, she was glad she did. The man was warm looking, older than she and that was comforting somehow. He was handsome, but not conventionally so. He wore a clean and crisp uniform and she found that his attire gave him an even greater appeal. He had a beautiful smile.

"I have always wanted to visit Seychelles. My father studied the turtles there, how they are in danger. As a little girl, I envied him, to spend all those days in the sunbleached coral. But I was content through college to spend my days in Sydney. But I am talking too much. And I haven't even introduced myself," she laughed. The two glasses of champagne were going to her head in the heat of Summer. "My name is Jaylene. Doctor Jaylene Baxtor."

She instantly regretted speaking her credentials. it was habit among her social circle, and she found it trite and boring.

"And you are?"

 

[cgraven]

Dave McCormack

Her voice was light air and totally captivating as she told me of her past and dreams now coming true. I could not help but smile at her formal introduction.

"My name is Jaylene. Doctor Jaylene Baxtor."……….. "And you are?"

“ Dave McCormack Ship’s 1st Officer at your service Mam.”

My deep voice lost some where between baritone and bass, teased her carrying the teasing little of my native Ireland.

Would you care to join me for breakfast or morning coffee…. You know coffee is the life blood of sailors, Jaylene, … excuse me Dr. Baxtor”

I flushed a little at the slip of the tongue.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Jaylene.

"No, Jaylene is...fine. And I would very much like to have coffee with you."

Jaylene felt a slight tinge of guilt. She was automatically attracted to this man. It was easy to feel, that electricity that sent a tiny pulse of energy over her skin. She had not felt this in years. Jaylene had married Adam, her husband right out of college, and he had lost interest in her right away. She had begun to think she was incapable of feeling attraction to someone. She thought herself immune to that electricity. But she was feeling it now, that simple attraction.

Dave McCormack was unconventionally handsome and his Irish brogue drawl was instinctively appealing. She looked forward to simple time with this man. To hell with Adam if he would disapprove.

Jaylene smiled at Dave McCormack and saw him smile in return. For a moment, perhaps the first in years, she felt special.

Sitting down to an elegant formal table, Jaylene shifted a bit nervously in her seat. Sunlight filtered into the room and illuminated the crystal vase on the table.

"Tell me, Mr. McCormack, what is it like to live a life at sea?"

 

[cgraven]

Dave McCormack

The sunlight caught and dance in Dr. Jaylene Baxtor auburn hair in flashes of fire copper, her smile simple and warm, an ease in her carriage that could put a ma to ease or move him to unbridled passion.

"No, Jaylene is...fine. And I would very much like to have coffee with you."

“Then coffee it is. “

I know Jaylene was at ease in these formal surrounding but they where still knew to me and I found them a bit stuffy. Saint in heaven the array of cutlery just for breakfast staggered the mine.


"Tell me, Mr. McCormack, what is it like to live a life at sea?"

“A life at sea……..

Jaylene It is something that is in the blood and calls to you. It is a seductive call, like a lover whispering to you at night.

But the sea she is a jealous lover fickle and temperamental. One day soft kisses on the breeze, the caress of the sun upon your face. The neck day a howling banshee in the gale, ripping at you, spitting glassy shards of ice at you, trying to take your very life, if she can not have you body and soul.


Then your in port, ashore, you turn your back on her in distain, Never you sear will you go to her again, never you swear. Then come that soft seductive whisper of your lover on the night breeze, and again your in her embrace coursing your self as a fool. But wanting to be with her no matter the price.”

There is an awkward silence in the air as my coffee cup is mid way from the table and my lips.. I color. Sorry Jaylene I am a bit passionate about the sea.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Jaylene.

For a moment, composed and elegant Jalene Baxtor was breathtaken. Dave McCormack had spoken of the sea as if it were a lover, a piece of beautiful poetry, and his voice had trasfixed her. Her coffee cup actually rattled against the saucer in her hand. She quickly set it down and felt flushed,

"Very few people speak of anything with such passion anymore. I think that is beautiful. Very few of us know passion anymore..."

Her voice is far away. With a mindless gesture, she brushes a strand of hair from her face and smiles,
"Sometimes I feel that way when I am on a dig...like there is something calling to me. But you...you spoke so well of it..."

She struggled not to, prayed that she wouldn't, but it was coming no matter what. Tears. She was crying. That this man could speak of the sea with such passion had reminded her that there was no passion in her life, none. Her husband all but hated her. He barely knew she existed. She had submerged herself in her work, in anthropology and writing for years, and in those years, she forgot she was a woman.

But the last thing she wanted now was to be crying like a schoolgirl in front of this man.

"I...I am sorry, Mr. McCormack...I just...I have to go...I should go..."

Standing up and managing to spill now cooling coffee all over the front of her dress, she made a helpless gesture and simply turned away, running down the hallway toward her cabin.

 

[cgraven]

“Jaylene……...wait………I did mean to upset you.”

I took off at a fast paced and caught her just as she reached the left.


“Dr. Baxtor, I did not meant o up set you. I am afraid I am a bit of a clod. This is my 1st posting on a cruise ship I am more use to handling rowdy deck hands then genteel ladies.”

I took a clean handkerchief from my pocket and dried the tears from her cheeks.

“It well never do to have the other passengers see me driving you off in tears Lass.’

There was a teasing note in my voice.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Jaylene.

When he caught her arm, her posture softened and she relaxed a little.

"Mr. McCormack, it isn't you, really. I just...I have marital trouble and it seems to have all caught up to me at once."

He dried her tears with a hankerchief, soft and tender. She wanted to kiss him. She instantly forced the thought away.

"Thank you...I didn't mean to act so...rudely. I am a bit embarrassed." she forced a smile nervously.

Looking down at the staining coffee spot on her dress, Jaylene gave a weak smile,

"I should change my dress. I don't know how to get the stain out. I hope it isn't ruined...thank you for your ear, Mr. McCormack." she started toward the door and then in a flash of anger and confusion, anger at her husband, her many years as a celibate woman and the hell her marriage put her through, she stopped and said something she never thought would cross her lips.

"Mr. McCormack, would you like to come with me...to my room?" the words sounded childish, awkward. She was not sure she had said them. It felt like someone else talking. For once, she wanted to simply feel a man's touch, enjoy a man's company. But instantly she regretted saying it. This man probably thought she was a tramp socialite wife out for a quick romp with a crew member. One of those women turned on by uniforms, who go back to their beverly Hills bungalows to brag about the shipside affair they had with a bartender. Jaylene bit her lip, wishing she had a remote control to take back the moment, erase the words.

This man would think she was insane for saying something like that, for being so blatent.

Jaylene grasped the skirt of her dress with her palm and felt the diamond of her wedding ring bite into the flesh of her palm.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." she started.

 

[cgraven]

“Jaylene I may have a sailor’s trick or two to get that stain out.”

I ignored her attempt to take back her invitation. She was tense and under a great deal of stress and there was such sadness in her pretty eyes and some how I had brought it to her. But I recognized that sadness as It seemed to me and old friend of mine

“Now in you go me dear and hustle out of that skirt. Put it in ice water before that stain sets and I am sure it can be saved……..You know penny wise punt foolish”

I followed Jaylene into her stateroom.

“How tell me lass what is troubling you so”?

 

[Henry]

Captain

Chris.

Age 30, crew cut hair, deep blue eyes, 5'10" , medium build, lightly tanned.


IC:

Stepping aboard the ship for the first time i was in awe as this was my only my second job as captain. What responsibility lay on my youngish shoulders, i was thankful for the company giving me such an esteemed 1st mate. When i was first informed of him i breathed a sigh of relief as i hadnt taken on such a long trip before.

I decided to inspect the ship in detail and took notes as i went. The first stop on my walkabout was the main deck.

On the main deck was some of the entrances to the many cabins and also towards the back of the ship was the pool area. My mind envisaged quite a few night pool parties. The water was looking very inviting in the pool and i was longing to jump straight in but refrained myself.

Continuing my inspection of the ship my next stop was the lounge / bar area. It was a very spacious and airy part of the ship below deck. A few of the purposes of the area i was standing in included functions and guest mingling.

Next stop on my inspection was my cabin. It was huge and i felt i could easily get lost here. The bed was comfortable as i relaxed on it. Apart from the bed there was a full length wardrobe, bedside table , trunk at end of bed and a window that i could sit at and gaze off into the distance for many hours and totally lose track of time.

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Jaylene.

She found herself back in her cabin, a luxury stateroom she had booked that seemed more like a fine hotel room than a cabin on a ship. Dave McCormack was with her. Somehow, he seemed like a friend, someone she already knew. She felt comfortable with him.

"My husband and I married when I was just out of college. It's very simple really. We thought it was right. We loved each other, but after the wedding, he lost interest. Completely. I did not exist to him. I have learned over the years that my father is the source of it. My father is Nigel Heney Baxtor, the archeologist, you know, heads up National Geographic society. At the time that I married, my father was the dean at Harrington College, and my husband felt that marrying the dean's daughter would get him a damned good career, and a place of prestige on the faculty. it worked. he got the job and forgot he had a wife. I haven't exited for so many years, I forget that I can cry about it. Last week, I asked my husband for a divorce. He refused."

Jaylene sighs and looks down at her dress, remembering the stain there. She moves to the sleek black bar where staff has placed a bucket of ice and a bottle of Dom Perignon in it's center. With a careless gesture, she lifts her dress up over her head and strips it off, placing it in the small sink there with the ice.

Standing in a simple white cotton slip with thin straps and a tiny lace hem, she feels no shame in front of this man. She is not sure what to feel.

"So, I booked this cruise, for various reasons, to finish my book, to escape my husband, to escape the newspapers. Somehow they got word of it, and now it's in the society columns. It's hell, they won't leave me alone. Somehow, when you spoke of the sea, it brought out something in me, a longing I suppose. You were simply so kind, and it has been a while since anyone has been kind to me. Thank you, Mr. McCormack."

 

[cgraven]

There is a roughish lithe in my voice,

“Jaylene If you add a bit of seltzer water to the Ice the coffee stain will come right out….. Let it soak over night wash it and it will be right as rain Luv.”

“LUV” god man what are you thinking of calling a paying passenger “Luv” the good doctor must think you some kind of bounder.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." she started.

I placed a single finger on her lips as I had to admit that Jaylene was an uncommonly beautiful woman and my admiration for that beautify was quite evident to all with eyes.

“No Jaylene It is I who am sorry please forgive me”

Blushing I slowly turn to leave but hesitate,

God man You can’t thing of Jaylene that way she is a passenger a married woman, But if only she reached out I know I would………

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Jaylene.

His touch to her lips made her weak in the knees, but it also made her strong.

This is what you want Jaylene. Simple as that. To be touched by a man who actually appreciates your beauty, the fact that you are you. To feel like a woman again.

It was this inner power that made her change the light in her eyes. She wanted to seduce this man, to know that she still could. Slowly, she slinked to him, the left strap of her slip falling dangerously over her shoulder. With a graceful move she had seen once in a Rita Hayworth movie, she reached up and unclipped her mass of sweeping hair, letting it fall over her shoulders in untamed waves and tendrils.

She looked like an untamed nymphet from a 1940's film. She had that kind of beauty. Full lips and sweet, almost childish cheeks, and the sweetness of her face was paired with a carefully maintained body of sculpted limbs and curves, with a layer of softness and a fine complexion. The white cotton slip hugged her curves and the light behind her made her frame a shadow play of light and dark.

Feeling bold, and very attracted to this man, she stepped to him and smiled as the tendrils fell around her shoulders and framed her face. She placed her hands on his face and pulled him to her, slowly, pressing her lips to his in a simple but lingering kiss.

"You know, Mr. McCormack...I am not sorry after all."

 

[cgraven]

Jaylene comes walking towards me like a dream come to life out of my memories of the Saturday afternoon matinee at the village cinema. The off the shoulder strap her hand carelessly lifted to free her bond and captive hair setting it free as if she where freeing all the inhabitations of a life ashore ,tossing all that which kept her free spirit a slave to societies demands.

Jaylene movements are sensual, sinuses, as she glides to me her body supple and inviting, her face a madding combination of sweet child like innocents, and sultry temptress. Her simple modest shift conceals and at the same time so delightful reveals the pleasure of that same sensual form that is Jaylene.

Hands cup my face, lips brush mine, a kiss that is sweet and chaste, but screams “Come hither My love”.

"You know, Mr. McCormack...I am not sorry after all."

My lips crush hers, and I am lost in the need for her. That kiss is deep, wild and passionate, as a full blown gale at sea, my passion rising like the seas, driven by my need for Jaylene.

“Are you sure this is what you want Me Girl?”

 

[Sateema Lunasi]

Jaylene.

"I am sure this is what I want...you. Perhaps only today, I don't know. But I NEED you today."

With a slow, aching grace, Jaylene kisses him again, this time in a more passionate kiss, lips pressing, tongue touching white teeth, exploring. Jaylene presses the length of her body against him, breasts pressed to his chest in a soft crush. She had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him. She wrapped her supple arms around his neck and let her fingers entwine in the short, clipped hair at the nape of his neck. As her breasts brushed against the silver buttons of his jacket, she felt her nipples become erect. It had been so long for her that she felt a swift flush of embarrassment, that then gave way to pleasure. Backing away from him, just a tiny step, she let the thin strap move even farther down her shoulder until her entire breast was exposed, taut pink flesh and peaches and cream smoothness.

"But do you want ME, Mr. mcCormack?"

 

[Henry]

OOC:

We will be leaving the Seychelles on Sunday. The next port of call will be The Maldives on our trip around the world.

Any new passengers wanting to board pls sign up on the OOC for this thread.

 

[cgraven]

Jaylene stretches like a cat slow long and sensual her arms around my neck her supple body pressed to mine, lips soft, warm, and inviting, on mine. Tongue exploring tempting enticing me. Fingers playing teasing ant the nape of my neck, bare breast peaches & creams skin like a tropical sunrise. Eyes clear and inviting.

"But do you want ME, Mr. McCormack?" ……Jaylene’s voice husky with wanton desire.

“Yes Jaylene I want you,…….What man with blood in this veins would not want you?”

Our lips meet again and she is in my arms, sweeping her into them, I carrier Jaylene to her bed.