Sunset Dreamer

[Sienna]

Twenty-six: Sienna – Allyson.

Veronica was speechless. She looked back at Frank with a stare and in total disgust, but there was nothing she could do but follow his orders. In all the weeks I had known her, I had never seen nor believed that anyone could over-power her arrogance. Of course I often tried to outwit her, but never achieved in stopping her from having the last dominating word.

Frank took me to one side and asked if I could use a gun. I stared at him, shocked by his question, as I had never even held a gun in my hands let alone fire one. “A gun? I don’t think so. Why would I want to use a gun, Frank?”

“Just thought I’d ask. Silly question, but I had to ask just in case.”

“No, Frank tell me? Do you intend to use guns?” He took out a small handgun from the back of his belt and although it seemed tiny compared to others I had seen before in the movies, it was a lethal weapon non the less. He took my hand and clasped my fingers around its handle. “No way I could use this…no way!”

“I want you to have it for the time being. It’s for your protection and this particular one was designed especially for ladies. It’s so easy to use, just point and press the trigger.” As he explained I felt its weight in my hands and realised that he was making sense about protection. If Savage intended to take over Sweet Dreams then he would obviously use force and kill anyone who stood in his way. “Just a precaution hon, I would feel much better knowing you have it.”

Frank went about his business as I calmly got the girls settled down, trying to look as calm myself as I possibly could. And it was Sonya who first noticed how pensive I was. “Ay girl, you ok?” she asked. I kept looking up at the steps leading to the upper deck and she must have noticed that certain nervousness I was feeling. “Come on hon, you got to spill the beans, I knows that something bad is bothering you?”

“Its nothing, really. I don’t like sea travel.” I told her. She accepted that excuse like a mouse in a room full of cats, and she took me by the hand, quickly dragging me into the galley for a private chat away from the others. Once in there she pinned me up against the wall with both of her arms on either side of me and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Ally, yo goin’ to tell me everything that’s happenin’ here. There is something not right about the feelins’ on this ship, and you have something to do with it. So hon, tell me what is goin’ down?”

“I can’t. Honestly I really can’t tell you.”

“How long have you known me? You know we have a kinship here. I watch out for you and you watch out for me girlfriend. So you have to let me in on what is happenin’. And you can’t hide that gun in yo shorts. It was so obvious to me if not the others. I have lived in one of the worlds roughest neighbourhoods and I know trouble when I see it….”

“Alright! I don’t need your lecture Sonya. I heard it so many times before. But this is not for us to get involved in. The gun is just for protection that is all. And Adam is part of this stupid plan to take over the boat with the big guy from the other ship. He’s really a very bad person and the least you know the safer we all are.”

“I knows all that. I’m not dumb girlfriend.” Sonya replied. She was so cool about it as if she really knew everything. “Now hand over that gun and maybe I can explain a few things here.” I looked at her, trying to come to terms with what she had said. I could not believe she was part of this.

“Sonya! Whose side are you on?”

“The best side of course. And as long as they pay me my contract with those extras I don’t care whose bad or good, as long as I gets what I need. And you and I are part of the same gang here. If everything goes according to plan, then nobody is going to get hurt.”

“No Sonya! You are so wrong. Frank and his crew will get hurt and for what? Think Sonya, think? Because Adam is part of Savages evil little plan. Savage is a pirate!”

“A pirate? That isn’t what I been told. If anyone is a pirate hon, then it’s Frank. Adam told me all about this mission he was part of. Something about stopping Trevordick from shipping illegal drugs. He uses trips like this to hide his operations.”

“No, it’s not true Sonya. Listen to me…” I started to explain what I thought was happening and she quickly grabbed my wrist and spun me around, pushing the side of my face into the wall and taking the gun from my waistband. “No, Sonya, please listen.” I felt the gun in the small of my back as she held my legs apart with her feet. Then I felt her breath close to my ear.

“I didn’t want to do this honey, but it looks as if I have no alternative.”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 27

Twenty Seven: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

I had a feeling Allyson wouldn’t know one gun from the other, but, give her all due respect, she took it anyway, whether she would use it or not, only time would tell. I told the boys that I had given her a gun and had shown her the basics of how to use it, should the need arise. Thanks to Felicia’s warning though, we should hold the element of surprise and Charlie and Winston were taking it in turns to keep a look out and keep themselves hidden at the same time, so, hopefully we will be able to stop them, before they get anywhere near the girls. Just then, I heard a cry, followed by a thud as something fell onto the deck. It had come from the galley area, so I sent Charlie one way and I went the other, telling Winston to be extra vigilant as this might be the trouble we expected. I ran through the main lounge and into the galley to be faced by Sonya holding the gun I had so recently given Allyson, who was now lying in a heap on the deck,

“Stop right there Captain, yo’ gone far enough!” she said, trying to look tough. “Adam has tol’ us all about your nasty dealings, your drug deals, gun runnin’ and pimpin’. Yo sicken’ me and just when I thought yo’ maybe a good guy for Ally.” Clarke must have given them all this pack of lies when I had taken Allyson away in private and how the hell was I going to convince them otherwise.

“Look Sonya, you have it all wrong. It is Savage who is behind ninety per cent of the crime out here and your Adam Clarke has joined up with him. When they take over Sweet Dreams, your ass will be his, yes, and the others, including Ally and I am not about to let that happen! Ok? Now will you let me attend to Ally, she could be hurt badly?”

“She’ll be Ok, was just a li’l dent on the side of her head, she be up in no time at all. So now who do we believe, yo’ or the boss man I known for five years? Dammit you sound genuine enough, but, so did Adam!” she replied.

In the meantime Charlie had come into the galley through the emergency hatch and saw all that was going on and he gave me a sign to keep her chatting, “If you let me help Ally, she will be able to tell you a lot more about Clarke than I could. The man is a lizard Sonya and out for what he can get. Don’t tell me he hasn’t tried anything on with you, because I’m sure he has!” I had just finished saying that when Charlie grabbed her gun hand and twisted it up her back, holding his other arm around her graceful neck and she quickly let the gun fall. Luckily it didn’t go off and I hastily retrieved it from where it had fallen.

“Well done Charlie, keep hold of her while I see to Allyson” I said, bending down to see her eyes flickering open and looking at me in a confused way,

“It’s Ok hon; you have had a bang on the head, courtesy of your pal Sonya. We have to tell everyone the situation here and what Clarke’s part in all this, really is. You can tell them what he is really like, as a man too Ally and how he has got mixed up with Savage. I think you know a lot more about Clarke than we all realise. Now Sonya, if you promise to hear us out and cause no more trouble, I’ll have Charlie let you go, Ok?” I said, helping Allyson to her feet and leading her to my cabin to get something for her aching head.

“Aw Cap’n I was just beginnin’ to like Charlie holdin’ me so tight an all!” Sonya chuckled, “Yo! I wanna hear y’all out on this one Cap’n and yo too girl, so don’t be getting’ up to any of that jiggy jig in that cabin, you hear!” Her laugh was one of the dirtiest I had ever heard, on or offshore and it would do a docker proud! I held Allyson’s arm and helped her the short distance to my cabin and once inside, I kissed her and asked if she was up to telling everyone about Clarke.

 

[Sienna]

Twenty-eight: Sienna – Allyson.

“Ally, you have to open up to the rest about Clarke.” Frank began to explain. “Tell them everything.” My head was still sore where Sonya hit me and I was feeling very dizzy. His words seemed to echo in my head and as I looked at him I began to see double. “Are you ok hun?”

“Not really. I feel…” Everything blanked out once more. The next thing I saw was Frank standing over me with a strange man sitting beside me on the bed, shining a pen-light in my eyes.

“It is concussion. She will get over it gradually. But I do suggest observation in a hospital Captain,” the man, obviously a doctor, explained to him. “I don’t know what is going on here, but I hope you have everything under control.”

“Oh I do Samuel, believe me. She is safe. I might need your help though?” Frank told him. “As you have seen, we have a problem…” Frank took the doctor to one side and spoke to him in a low voice, so as I could not hear them. I leaned up and asked for a drink and they both dashed over. “Ally, are you feeling ok?”

“I’ll be fine.” At the time I could not remember much of what had happened and I was trying to recollect. The blow to my head was showing signs of being a little more serious than first expected. But I knew I had to stay with Frank on whatever it was that was going on.

The doctor did the usual tests by asking how many fingers he had raised and what my full name was. My vision was fine and if anything, I knew my name clearly enough to satisfy him. “You seem to be doing ok. But is there any pain?” There was pain, and my head felt as if it was about to explode with this dull ache inside. I shuck my head and smiled and the doctor seemed reasonably satisfied with my condition.

When he left, Frank sat beside me and held me close. “Ok, you know what you must do. Tell them everything that is necessary.” I snuggled into him, thinking about it as it all came back to me.

One of things I remembered about Adam Clarke involved Juliet, one of the models that was with us. It was a few days ago and it made me feel so sick inside. The things he did and made us keep silent about made the task of explaining easier. I knew each one of them had their own experiences to reflect upon. But it was our careers at stake should they dare to tell anyone.

“What’s on your mind Ally? Tell me?” Frank asked.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 29

Twenty-Nine: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

As I was talking to her, I could see that Ally wasn’t really with it and suddenly, her eyes rolled and she keeled over onto my bunk. I called Charlie to get the doctor and to be quick about it. I knew that Samuel would come as quickly as his beat up old station wagon would allow and as we had been friends for years, he knew that I would not call him out without any reason. I got a cloth from my small bathroom, soaked it in cold water and placed it gently on Ally’s forehead. After a short time, I heard Samuel clattering down the stairs and he rushed in to my cabin. Charlie had briefed him of the situation on his way down and he quickly examined Ally.

“It is concussion. She will get over it gradually. But I do suggest observation in a hospital Captain,” I could see from the expression on her face, that this was not an option and besides, I wanted to keep her close to me at all times, I couldn’t trust any one in Clarke’s group now and had given Charlie and Winston strict instructions to keep a close eye on them at all times. After Samuel had left, I sat next to Ally and held her closely and said,

“Ok, you know what you must do. Tell them everything that is necessary.” I could see that she was thinking back over her short time with Clarke. “What’s on your mind Ally? Tell me? It’s getting dark and I want to check out what is going on next door. You rest and you can tell me when I return.” I stroked her damp brow and kissed her gently, she was almost asleep before I had left the cabin.

Over on the Medusa, it appeared that they were still in a party mood. I crept up the gangway, totally unchallenged and peered into the main lounge area. The two girls we saw earlier had returned and were both, obviously hooked on drugs and back for their fixes. This was how Savage got them under his control; he would invite them on board for a party and gradually introduce them to drugs, as well as alcohol and ply them with money. What young local girl could resist the lure of his money and free parties? They didn’t know what they were letting themselves in for until it was way too late; and by then he had them snared in his evil web. These two must have been desperate for the cocaine he specialized in, as each, were naked and on their hands and knees. They were being made to give all the assembled men in the room oral sex, in return for which, they could snort a small line of cocaine from the men’s fat bellies. The only non-participant was Savage who was videoing the whole scene.

As I watched, I saw Clarke get up and go behind one of the girls; he slapped her ass and plunged his large cock deep inside of her. She was so far gone that she did not even notice this intrusion or that as he pumped himself in and out of her young sex, he kept up his assault on her tender buttocks. The other girl was trying as hard as she could to get some life into de Boeur’s flaccid member, but as he was besotted by drink, she was not having much success. This angered him, especially when someone commented on the fact that he would need splints on his cock if he ever wanted to shag one of the girls and he threw her away from him quite roughly. She landed on her back, spread-eagled and instantly two burly crew members pounced on her and they didn’t have the same problem as de Boeur, for both were hung like donkeys and ready for action. The poor girl didn’t stand a chance and they had her sandwiched between them, pounding both her holes together, but as long as she got her fix, she was prepared to accept it.

Damn! I am going to enjoy busting this gang of degenerates! I stayed for a bit longer and decided that the way things were going here, we were under no threat tonight, so I crept back to Sweet Dreams, to see how Allyson was getting on and to see if she was ready to tell all.

 

[Sienna]

Thirty: Sienna – Allyson.

Out of all the girls in the group, Juliet was the youngest. And the one I needed to have with me for my next move in telling the others. Juliet and I were not exactly friends, more like acquaintances more than anything else. And she was shy compared to the others, so I knew that things were not going to get any easier.

They were settling down for the night. Frank had conveniently removed Sonya from the group and put her in a separate cabin next to the delectable Veronica, with strict orders to stay put. And that gave me chance to mingle with the others by sharing the wine they had with the usual conversations based on the dreams they had of one day becoming super models.

“Juliet, can I have a private word with you?” I asked. She looked back at me with those fairy blue eyes and a worried look upon her face because of the serious tone in my voice. “It is very important.” And at that, we both found a quiet corner to talk.

“Remember that time when Adam did things to you?” She nodded her reply. “I know all about it, so it’s fine. I‘m here to help you on this, ok?”

“I’m ok with it. Honestly it was nothing,” she replied. “I know it was bit wrong to do those things, but I am part of this shoot going on here and I needed it really bad.” To me she sounded pathetic in a way and not that intelligent. The type of girl that depended on her looks to get by, but unknowing that such things can only be limited by time and of course exposure to people like Adam Clarke, open to their abuse whenever they felt like having some fun.

“Juliet, what he did was wrong and it goes much further than that. He is involved with some very nasty people. And I know that you were not the only one here that had to go through that kind of thing. So did the others, including myself.”

“No way! Are you sure?” Her surprised reaction made the others look over at us. “Are you serious? He said he loved me?”

“Ay you two, what is going on?” Debbie asked. “Come on now, share.” I could see that Juliet was getting upset and she was becoming panic stricken by the shock of what I just told her. She really believed that Adam had a special liking for her. “What’s happening?”

“No…no…no, it’s all lies Ally. Why are you telling me this?” Juliet ran towards the steps and I tried to catch her, but Debbie and the others were determined to find out what was going on between us and they pulled me back. Juliet ran into Winston’s arms and like the smooth talker he was, soon had her calm as Frank returned to the Sweet Dreams. And below deck, I was forced to tell everything I knew to the others.

I could see Frank hiding and listening to what I had to explain. They wanted off and out, and at the same time they were baying for Sonya and Veronica’s blood, because now they had it in their minds that they were being set-up by Adam, which in a way, was more than likely true.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Thirty-One: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.


As I rejoined the group in the main lounge, I felt the tension in the air, as Ally was just about to address them, so I kept out of sight and just watched and listened. I did wonder why Winston was holding one of the models, like some sort of fatherly figure, but I am sure I would find out eventually.

Ally started her story from the day of her interview with Clarke and although there were a few gasps, there didn’t appear too much in the way of surprise on anyone’s faces, I guess that they had all been subjected to the same treatment as she had. As she continued, I felt my blood boil and the veins in my neck were sticking out like steel cables. His day will come and when he is safely locked behind bars, it will be his turn to be treated like some cheap whore, especially if it is a U.S. Penitentiary that he does his time in, pretty boys like him are prime rib to many of the long term prisoners. When she mentioned the rewards that Clarke had tempted her with, she looked over at Juliet, who was still in Winston’s strong arms and asked her if that was, in fact, the self same thing that she had been offered. Juliet raised her tear-stained face and nodded her confirmation. Ally concluded by asking if they had all been taken in by the same pretence and that Clarke had to be stopped! The previously hushed girls all started at once and the noise level became deafening. They wanted Sonya and Veronica’s blood and that is when I thought it was best to do some more explaining of my own.

I went over to Ally’s side, “Thanks hon, I know how hard that was for you and I appreciate it.” I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and told her to sit down. I raised my voice and asked everyone to calm down, well everyone except Juliet who seemed to be getting calmer by the moment! I think Winston was working his well-known charm again! Gradually the noise subsided and I was able to make myself heard, “Ok people, you have heard from Ally and now I’ll fill in the rest!” This silenced them completely and I continued,

“Winston, if you can put that young lady down for five minutes, will you get Sonya, Veronica and Charlie here please?” With no further explanation yet, this started them off again, but I knew Winston and Charlie would be protection enough for the two girls about to join us from their locked cabins. After a couple of minutes had passed, they appeared. Sonya had a grin from ear to ear and was still adjusting her clothing, Charlie looking like the cat who got the canary and Veronica looking very pissed off indeed. No prizes for guessing who had been ‘guarding’ Sonya.

“Ok! Now listen up, I would like to reintroduce myself. I am Acting Captain Trevithick, seconded to the U.S. Coastguard, Charlie and Winston are also seconded to the service.” You could have heard a mosquito fart in the silence that followed the announcement; I looked at Ally and said, “Sorry hon, I couldn’t tell you before, but I had to trust you first; and now, I can!”

I continued to explain that we had taken on because of our knowledge of the local waters and that we were all ex Royal Navy personnel. The Coastguard was working very closely with the D.E.A., the US drug enforcement agency; and that they had been after Savage for a couple of years now. During their investigations, Clarke’s name kept on appearing and on further delving, it became obvious that he was more involved than we first realised. This shoot of his was merely a cover up to allow him to rendezvous with Savage and give Savage the opportunity to get his hands on Sweet Dreams, as he had always wanted. If they also got their hands on a few very beautiful women at the same time, then that would be a bonus. They would be sold off at one of the underground slave markets in the Middle East and the rest of us would just become shark bait.

While I had been giving them this information, I had kept a close eye on Sonya’s reactions. I didn’t completely trust her, or, for that matter, Veronica, they both needed watching very carefully indeed.

 

[Sienna]

Thirty-Two: Sienna – Allyson.

When Frank made his announcement it came as a shock to me. At first I wondered why this man I had trusted so much could keep such a secret from me. And how everything fell into place conveniently. It was then I looked at Sonya and her amazingly cool stance. She had something to do with all of this and I began to realise how I was somewhat manipulated by her from the start that brought the Sweet Dreams, Frank and I together. There was no doubt in my mind that Sonya was part of the Savage gang.

“She is part of the gang.” I said pointing to Sonya. “She told me all about the Sweet Dreams, knowing I would come here to hire it.” Sonya folded her arms and smiled. “But why did you hit me so hard Sonya? Was there a need to do that?”

“Yes. Why was that? What were you up to?” Frank asked her. All eyes focused upon Sonya at that moment in time and her smile melted away as she desperately thought hard for an excuse. “If you are part of their gang, then declare it in your own interest right now.”

Sonya looked straight at me. “All I am prepared to say right now is yo better watch your sweet little ass honey.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. “I am saying no more on this. But my final words are, this here boat is going to change hands before you’s all realizing’ it.”

I stood close to Frank for reassurance and I could feel his arms gently squeeze my waist. “So you had something planned from the inside I take it?” Frank asked. But Sonya sealed her lips and said nothing. “And you Veronica? What is your role in all of this?” Veronica’s eyes widened with surprise.

“Wait a minute, I have nothing whatsoever to do with all of this. I just work for Mister Clarke and that is all.”

“I think she is telling the truth Frank.” I said. “I think Veronica and I are part of the innocent party in all of this.”

“Ok Charlie, take Sonya back to her cabin and keep a close eye on her.” Frank gave out his order and Charlie escorted Sonya away. “Now that we know who is who around here maybe I should ask Winston and Juliet what they have to hide?” The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Juliet bent forwards and lifted her dress revealing the tops of her thigh and stocking. Tucked neatly inside her stocking was a small wallet and she produced her identity card and raised it for everyone to see. “So you are FBI? Nice one. And I suppose Winston knew this all along?”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Thirty-Three: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.


“No captain, I didn’t know it was Juliet who was our contact in Clarke’s gang, but I knew we were getting information from someone, it’s just good that it turned out to be her and that she is now safe with us.” Winston gave her a hug as he told me this and I suspected that his growing interest in her was a lot more than professional. But then, how could I criticise him, my feelings were much the same for Ally. What I didn’t like about all this was how Sonya so casually admitted to us that she was involved with Clarke, it was as if she didn’t care that we knew and that we were, or soon would be, powerless to do anything about it. Had I made a mistake with the choice of my crew? Were they as loyal as I thought? Was there someone else from Savage’s crew here on Sweet Dreams? My head was spinning with all these unanswered questions when I felt Ally tugging on my sleeve,

“What is it Ally, are you going to tell me you are the Head of the bleeding MI5 now, or what? Or are you really who you say you are, Allyson Reed?” I was a bit sharp with her, I know, but I wasn’t prepared for her reply,

“I was going to suggest that we retire to your cabin and discuss this Frank!” If looks could kill, then I would be dead and buried by now. “But do you know what Frank? Fuck you, the Coastguard, the FBI and every other thing about this trip! It’s turning into a nightmare and I’m off!” She turned on her heel and before I could stop her, she ran up the stairs and was away. I started to chase after her, but Winston pulled me back.

“Let her go captain, this could turn out in our favour. If she gets caught by Savage and taken on the Medusa, she won’t come to any physical harm, she is far too valuable a commodity for that and she still has her mobile with her, so she could be our inside contact.” I wasn’t happy about that, she meant too much to me and the way she left, I don’t think she knew, just how much. However, I could see some sense in what Winston had said, so I reluctantly agreed to let her go and suggested we have a word with Sonya. We needed to get some answers and I wanted to check up on what she and Charlie were getting up to anyway.

God, were this pair insatiable? As I entered the cabin, there was a frenzied scurrying from the direction of the bunk and they only just managed to get themselves covered before I saw them.

“Ok, this isn’t the right time for questions and answers, but I want answers and soon. Sonya, think about what you have to tell me, you have half an hour. Charlie, you have five minutes and I’ll see you on the bridge!” I slammed the door behind me as I left for the bridge. It was somewhere I felt in command and somewhere I could mull over my feelings for Ally. I couldn’t help but worry about the way she left and what was happening to her now.

 

[Sienna]

Thirty-Four: Sienna – Allyson.

The situation was getting to me really bad. What was supposed to be a trip involved with a photo shoot was turning into a crazy unbelievable drama. What I thought and felt about Frank was fast becoming shattered into a million pieces there and then within those past few hours. I wanted to escape from it all.

I ran away from Sweet Dreams. I ran as far away from the boat and the quay as I possibly could before I realised. What I was doing was stupid, and there was nowhere to go, as I was part of a team and the wrong team. I had to stay with the situation and see it through.

I stopped somewhere in the wilds of a tropical island forest and rested for a while on a boulder to hold my head and cry in private. I could sense that I was not alone. I could feel someone’s eyes watching me from the thick vegetation that lined the winding path I had strayed upon. “Who’s there?” I asked. “I know someone is there. Who are you?” I had been followed in my escape, my run for freedom.

Suddenly I was jumped from behind. A tight strong arm held me around the neck and a hand gripped my breast. “Take it easy baby,” the rough voice told me. I could do nothing to free myself, as the more I struggled, the tighter the arm squeezed against my throat. “You be good now and you won’t get hurt…is that understood?” I could hear him laughing like a mad man and my mind began to invent all kinds of situations that might befall me. And when he squeezed my breast tighter still, that told me there had to be a sexual reason. Was I about to be raped?

“Don’t hurt me…please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Someone else needs you. So, listen very carefully baby and listen good. If I let you go then you don’t run or I will have to kill you. Is that clear?”

“Yes…perfectly clear.”

“Good girl.” At that moment he released his hold on me and I was able to turn around and see him. A latin man in his twenties with smiling dark eyes. In a way he was quite cute and rugged, and remarkably handsome. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at me. “It’s my job. Don’t make me hurt you and you’ll be OK. Now please turn around again while I tie your wrists. And remember, don’t even think about running away.”

I let him bind my wrists and felt him take consideration for my comfort. The twine was tight but not too tight. “You know, I’ve been watching you now for a long time…” he began to explain. “I never thought that I would be the one to capture you. But when I saw you running away from that boat, I could not believe my eyes.” He laughed again. That laugh did not suit his looks. It was the laugh of a madman almost. Maybe he was?

“So what are going to do with me?”

“I take you to my boss on the Medusa. I get my reward. Then I go.” At that he spun me around and sat me on the boulder with his foot between my thighs. He looked me over from head to toe in the dim light of the early morning sun that filtered through the surrounding trees and vegetation. “You know I could take liberties with you now. Nobody comes here, only the birds, the lizards and the insects. I could do things to you and then kill you and dump you in the trees and nobody would find your body for perhaps days or even weeks. But I tell you this, I need the money, so…”

“The Medusa? You work for Savage?”

“Yes. I do jobs for him whenever he comes here.” He reached into his back trouser pocket and took out a half filled bottle of rum. He took a swig and then offered me some to which I shuck my head in refusal. “You don’t like to drink?” he asked. “OK. It is the finest you can get in these islands, but more for me.” He returned the bottle to his pocket and then grabbed my arm to lift me from the boulder. “Lets go!”

I checked him for weapons and I could see no gun on his person, just a long knife tucked in his belt. And then I was forced to walk ahead of him along the winding pathway that led eventually to the quay. There, was Sweet Dreams and the Medusa, and everything looked so quiet and peaceful. My captor pulled me back towards him. “Wait!” he gasped, almost a whisper in my ear. His hand found its way upon by breast again, squeezing, as if it was conveniently placed for him to hold onto.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Thirty-Five: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.


Charlie had appeared at the bridge doorway and asked for permission to enter. I told him to take a seat and tell me what the hell was going on between him and Sonya, and I explained that Ally had run off. He told me that, as far as he could gather from Sonya, Savage was going to take over Sweet Dreams and use everyone to help him make his rendezvous with the drug suppliers.

When Charlie told Sonya about Savage’s other activities, including the white slave trade in lovely young ladies and worse, Sonya went quiet and seemed to be very pensive. He pushed her for more information and she just said, that she had wondered why so many of the younger models hadn’t lasted very long within Clarke’s organisation, and that that might explain their mysterious disappearance. From then on she became very informative about all that she knew.

I told Charlie to leave and send Sonya up to see me in twenty minutes or so. It was then I heard a shrill scream rent the still of the night air and looked out to see where it had come from. I could just make out in the dim lighting, a slim figure, obviously being chased by a larger one and I realised it was Ally, heading towards Sweet Dreams as fast as her lovely legs could carry her with a greasy looking guy in fast pursuit. She seemed to have her hands tied behind her back, hindering her ability to run and he was bearing down on her very quickly.

I left the bridge and ran down the gangway as fast as I could, just in time to catch Ally, as she stumbled and fell into my arms. I looked up and found myself staring into a wicked looking blade that the guy had pulled from his waistband.

“Going to try it captain?” he asked with an evil looking sneer on his face, “I’m a bit tired from the fun that this girl and I had, but, I’ll still take you on!” A red mist descended in my mind and pushing Ally to one side, I started to lunge forward and suddenly, everything went blank, as I was struck from behind and I ended up face down on the quayside.

Gradually I regained my senses and felt myself being dragged along the quay in the direction of the Medusa. I was still too groggy to make out the full conversation, but it seems that a crewman on the Medusa had noticed what was happening and took the opportunity to help out the young guy with the knife. I also heard them mention that, by having Ally captured too, then Savage would have no trouble getting me to co-operate with them.

Why did I not go after her and why did I wind her up like I did?

As hindsight is 20/20 vision and I did not have it, then there was no point in worrying about, what had already happened. It was better to worry about how to get us the hell out of this mess. I glanced up at Ally, who appeared to be fine, although a little bit shaken up. She was still tied with her hands behind her back and held tightly by the young latin guy with the knife.

 

[Sienna]

Thirty-Six: Sienna – Allyson.

I noticed that the Medusa was very similar to Sweet Dreams in design and that helped me to know my way around. Frank was brought into the cabin half unconscious by two of Savages’ apes and my new found ‘acquaintance’ with the knife stayed with us. I could see a patch of blood on the back of Frank’s head where they had hit him with a gun and he looked up and around, still collecting his bearings.

The twine began to bite into my wrists now and I sat on a packing case looking at both of them in turn wondering if I should say anything. I wanted to help Frank but I was helpless. “Now I have become a sitter,” the man said, sitting beside me and putting his arm around me tight, pulling me into his sweaty body. “All I wanted was to collect my money and go. But it seems that Savage needs me to watch over you two.” He looked at me with that malevolent grin of his. “Maybe have some fun, ah?”

Frank looked up at us and slowly raised himself onto his feet. “Let go of her,” he demanded, swaying to get his balance.

“What was that gringo? You telling me what to do?” he reached for his knife and pulled it out, taking the neck of my t-shirt in his hand. “No, no…I don’t listen to you. This is what I do.” He pulled the shirt and began to use the knife, tearing apart the material down to my navel, exposing my naked breasts. Then he pointed the knife at Frank to stop him from getting closer to him. “Stop! Don’t even think about it.”

“You bastard!” Frank spat his words in anger and frustration. I looked at him and tried to gesticulate to him that I was OK. I expected this type of thing to happen; besides, the man had developed a liking for my breasts from the start. I was just worried about how far his preoccupation was prepared to go.

“Gringo, sit down before you fall on your ass.” Frank stepped back and slid himself down the wall to sit. His eyes stared at the man, watching him and I could see by his expression that he wanted to do more than just sit and watch. The man took his hand and cupped by breast, thumbing my nipple gently. “Oh yes I like this. Very soft and nice to feel. I like small firm tits, don’t you Gringo?”

Again I nodded at Frank, hoping that he would understand and stay calm. But he was getting more and more upset by what he was forced to watch, as the man began to pull my nipple between his thumb and finger, hurting me now as he squeezed tighter. “I think I want to fuck you. Would you like me to fuck you while your boyfriend watches?”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Thirty-Seven: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.


As consciousness slowly returned, so did the insane thumping in my head. My brain felt as if some madman was beating a tattoo on it with a metal bar. I looked around and saw the greasy latin youth with the knife, holding Ally tightly and saying something about having fun. I struggled to get to my feet, but he was having none of it and slit her t-shirt from top to bottom and began mauling her tender breasts, ordering me to sit down and shut up. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, especially by a low life, and my feeling of impotence was only increased when I saw him pulling her nipples, and suggesting that she should fuck him, as I watched.

Ally was trying to make signs that she would be all right and for me to accept the situation. Did she really believe that I could, or would? This bastard was getting through to me in big style now and I wasn’t about to let him violate Ally as I sat and watched.

“Being the son of the dockyard whore,” I began. “…And only ever having fucked her and your cum bucket sister, you wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman… slimeball! It must have been tough following any man who had a dollar to spare…or was it…following the donkey that you hated the worst? I hear they both put on a pretty good show.” I thought if I could get him mad enough at me, he would leave Ally alone and I might even get a chance to overpower him and make our escape. I could see his eyes darken and his grip on the knife tightened. “Perhaps you are the donkey’s son…instead of the son of the donkey fucker?”

As much as I didn’t feel like it, I laughed in his face. That did it and he threw Ally away from him and he made his move. The blade pointed right at my chest and he lunged forward like a fencer. I dived to the side and the knife broke against the steel bulkhead with a clatter that could be heard through the whole ship. I grabbed his long greasy hair in my fist and slammed his face against the deck. His nose breaking was the most satisfying noise I had heard since meeting him. I straddled his back and got ready to continue altering his looks forever, when suddenly I heard a familiar voice shout out:

“That will do Trevithick. I think he has got the message. Nose jobs a speciality of yours are they? Get up and place your hands against the bulkhead and spread your legs.” I looked up to see Savage glaring down at me, Clarke and De Boeur flanked him and they did not look very happy.

“Rico, you piece of horse shit, give the young lady your shirt. I told you not to harm her, didn’t I? Any more insubordination like that and I’ll let Trevithick finish you off, understood? Clarke, take this young temptress away, the Captain and I have some business to discuss.”

 

[Sienna]

Thirty-Eight: Sienna – Allyson.

With my wrists bound tight, I managed to scramble across the floor and find refuge between two packing cases as Frank and Rico began to fight. Then Savage and Adam Clarke burst into the cabin with another man I assumed was the infamous de Boeur and stopped Frank from beating Rico’s head to the ground repeatedly. I noticed that Rico was in a really bad state. His nose and mouth poured in blood. And Frank instantly resigned to their orders to stop, which to me seemed a blessing in itself. I hated violence and although Frank was trying his best to prevent something awful from happening, I felt sorry for Rico and the injuries he had sustained.

Savage ordered me to go with Adam and I glanced at Frank as we left the cabin, again, trying to signal to him that I was fine. This time I saw a side to Adam Clarke I had not seen before as he grabbed and pushed me along the passage to a vacant cabin. Once inside he spun me around to face him. “Allyson, what do you think you are doing? I trusted you to be faithful to me. Why are you putting yourself in this mess?” I looked up at him and grinned, which was something that made him angry inside. He hated my silent grins and it was one of my mind game weapons I used against him quite often.

“Don’t look at me like that Allyson. Are you some kind of agent?” he asked. I continued to be silent, keeping up the long stare I was sending him, but to my mistake. His hand hit me hard across my face and I was sent reeling backwards onto the bed. It took me by surprise and I was seeing double for a few seconds until I recovered.

“Anyway, you are mine and nobody else’s. Is that perfectly clear?” He slid the bolt across on the cabin door to lock it and then returned to pay me more attention by taking my ankles and spreading my thighs. “What Rico didn’t get to do, I will certainly do. Maybe I should fuck some sense into you right here and now.” I looked up at him, remaining silent, but this time I was giving him my best ‘you dare’ glance. “You think I’m joking don’t you?” he said. “Well, lets put it this Allyson, if you don’t submit to my demands, then you could become food for the local sharks and I mean the ones in the bay.”

I did not want to be harmed anymore and the thought of being fed to the sharks was kind of unsavory to me. He leaned forwards and I felt his breathe on my chest as he glanced down. “I love those tits Allyson and what man could resist them. It’s a pity you never thought of being a model. I could make a fortune out of you in porn.”

“In your dreams.” I replied. He looked at me and laughed in my face. My wrists were now hurting real bad as the twine began to bite into my skin and I was restricted in my movements except for my legs. “If you are going to fuck some sense into Adam, I think you should do it now.” I told him. I had him where I wanted him to make my next move. As usual, he began to think with his cock and began to slide his hand along my body and onto my breast. “Go on Adam, do it. You know you want to fuck me hard and proper. Don’t stop.” I could see him getting excited by my words and his intentions and as his concentration slipped, I lifted my knees and quickly pushed my feet into groin. One big push sent him flying backwards onto his ass, allowing me to stand.

I placed my foot into his groin hard in the place I knew would give him pain. I could feel his hardness through his pants on my toes, but not for long. “Don’t you ever do that to me again!” I told him. “Don’t even move or I’ll crush your balls through the floor.” He looked up at me, holding my leg with both hands, but helpless to stop me bearing down if I needed to. I only hoped at that moment in time that he had not realised I was unstable with my wrists tied.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Thirty-Nine: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.


Although Ally tried to give me a sign that she would be all right, I couldn’t help the sinking feeling in my gut. I knew what Clarke was like and the way he grabbed her as they left the cabin, did nothing to alleviate that sense of foreboding. In the meantime though, I had to deal with Savage and de Boeur and Rico being temporarily out of the game, was little comfort, but a little satisfying I had to admit.

Savage was first to take the initiative, “Right Trevithick, this is the deal. You will do, as I say and when I say, or it will be the worse for your little lady friend. You will return to Sweet Dreams, explain the situation to your crew and Clarke will accompany you. He will be looking after his lot and relaying my instructions to you. Is that understood? There will, of course, be someone else on board to look after my interests! ” I glared at him, wishing it were just him and I, without Ally being involved.

“What do you intend to have Sweet Dreams do for you Savage, outrun the Coastguard with a load of drugs? Because I have news for you; and it is all bad. I will have nothing to do with drugs or any of your other filthy activities for that matter.”

“I don’t think you understand Trevithick, I call the shots around here, not you! And if you don’t do exactly as I say, then young Allyson will be the star attraction at the biggest gangbang this island has ever seen. I doubt very much that she could survive such treatment, do you? You know how rough these guys get with a few snorts in them and I don’t think she is built for the treatment they like to inflict on young white girls. If she survived the assault on her body, she would be so humiliated that her mind couldn’t. I would also make sure, asshole, that you watched it all on video too. So you behave Trevithick, or you will soon be watching her, literally, fucked to death, OK?”

My blood ran cold at the thought of what this animal was capable of and I had never hated anyone, or anything, as much as I did Savage right then. I nodded my compliance and got to my feet. There was no need to tie my hands, as they knew they had me where they wanted me, well, for the time being anyway.

We walked along the passageway to Clarke’s cabin, just in time to see Ally lose her balance and fall backwards onto the deck. As she fell, her heel dug into Clarke’s balls and he let out a scream. This brought howls of laughter from Savage and de Boeur and a retort of, “That serves you right, you horny bastard! I told you not to touch the merchandise; maybe you’ll listen to me in the future! Now, take the Captain here, escort him back to Sweet Dreams and await further instructions.”

 

[Sienna]

Forty: Sienna – Allyson.

I could see that Frank was helpless and we just gazed at each other. I was trying to read his mind, take on what he was thinking as he and Clarke left the cabin together. “And now you my dear.” I heard Savage utter the words but my mind was deeply engrossed in what was and could be happening. “You are my honored guest and I hope you have a pleasant stay aboard my ship.” I turned to look at Savage grinning.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “You can’t keep me here…” I tried to push by him and follow Frank, but his strong hand gripped my shoulder tightly. “Let go!” He began to laugh and then I realised it was pointless. I was his prisoner and obviously a bargaining chip in his scheming game. I sat on the bed and looked up at him, waiting for an explanation, and his friend de Boeur just sneered at me with his arms folded.

“Ever been in a gangbang?” Savage asked.

“Fuck you!” I replied. He stuck a cigar in his mouth and lit it. And I noticed how disgusting a sample of the male species he really was as I watched his fat gut quiver as he laughed. “You guys are sick. You know that you’re not going to get away with whatever it is you plan to do.”

“On the contrary my dear. Everything is running according to plan and I have a proposition for you, which might be to your advantage. Are you going to hear me out?”

“Not that I want to, but do I have an alternative?”

“Not really.” He bent forwards and blew a cloud of thick smoke in my face. His friend found it amusing and I realised then how weird de Boeur was too. “So listen up Allyson…I can make some of your dreams come true. Show her our little package de Boeur.”

De Boeur reached into the back pocket of his slacks and produced a long polythene bag. He unraveled it and held it in front of me. “You know what this is?” he asked. I shuck my head in reply. “We fill this with our high grade substance. It can fetch us lots of money on the US mainland. Enough to keep you in everything you wanted and probably wished for in moderation. Just imagine it Allyson, a life of luxury for as long as we can work it together.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Savage stepped in. “We are talking about you and Sonya. Working with us. But the best thing is, we are going in hiding, de Boeur and myself. Lets face it, we are kind of notorious these days and…”

“Wow…hold on you guys!” It suddenly dawned on me what they were suggesting. These plastic bags were designed to be hidden in a particular part of a woman’s anatomy and I was dreading the thought immediately. “First of all, this suggestion is a no go with me!”

“Why? These bags are very safe and comfortable. Like we said, nobody needs to know a thing. It’s really very easy and all you need to do is continue your life with Frankie Boy until you have earned your fortune.”

De Boeur cut in. “They have been tried and tested in south East Asia for years. And you know how strict the authorities are out there. The game is still in play and women like you are moving stuff around even today, keeping the business flowing. Only you will have a more generous cut of the profits.”

“Come on Allyson…” Savage continued, “…you know that everything in life that you desire just doesn’t fall into your lap over night. But here we are giving you an honest opportunity to earn a fortune with us. Think about it. We can be your fortune providers. No more struggling. And you and Frank can still be together for as long as you want. He doesn’t even have to know about all this…well, you might have to hide it sometimes I suppose, but you ladies know how to do those kind of things.”

I was shocked to hear what they were telling me. I became speechless and at the same time I could see their plan manifesting itself into something that could work, and most probably did. But there were dangers of all kinds involved from my perspective, not least the thought of those packages bursting inside of me.

“Has Sonya done this before?” I asked. Savage chewed on his cigar and scratched his head, looking at his friend. De Boeur smiled and then looked back at me.

“Yes and so far so good. Trust us Allyson. You will never ever regret this.”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Forty-One: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.


As much as I hated to leave Ally in the clutches of Savage and his equally loathsome partner, de Boeur, I had no choice but to follow Clarke. I took one last look at her, trying to hide my fear at what might befall her, and followed the limping Clarke off the Medusa and onto the quay. For a moment I thought about taking him, there and then, but immediately realised what might be the consequences and decided against it, only to be surprised by what he had to say.

“Trevithick, why don’t you come to your senses and join us? Savage, de Boeur and I, have a good operation here. If you were to come in with us, you could make a fortune and; of course, you would have the lovely Ally as a bonus?” I must have looked horrified at his suggestion.

“Look, we have a ready supply of girls, all willing to be mules, or carriers, if you would prefer? They know the score and the risks are really low, my fashion shoots are famous and we get very little attention from the customs, wherever we go. Think it over Trevithick, but in the meantime be very careful as you know Savage isn’t kidding about what he’ll do to Allyson.” Not wishing to play my hand to him too quickly and to keep him guessing, I told him that I would think it over and let him know in due course.

As we boarded Sweet Dreams, everyone began talking at once, wanting to know what the hell was going on and where Allyson was. I looked at Clarke and he told me to tell them what had happened, and that I was now under his orders. He grabbed Veronica by the arm and gave me a warning look, before leaving with her in the direction of her cabin. I had a feeling that Clarke was about to vent his anger and frustrations on her and I almost felt sorry for her, until I cast my mind back to how obnoxious she had been to all of us since her arrival.

After I told them all that I knew, Charlie and Winston were all for storming the Medusa and ending the whole fiasco by taking Savage, De Boeur and Clarke into custody and using what we had against them. At this point Juliet stepped in and warned them of the dangers to Ally and from a woman’s point of view; it was the last thing we could do without Ally getting raped and even worse.

“I think you should hear this Captain, you will find it interesting.” Winston handed me a mini tape recorder. I switched it on and heard the conversation that Ally and Savage had, about her becoming a drug carrier.

“How the hell did you get that Winston? And what does Ally think she’s doing, even thinking about joining Savage? Jeez she’s playing with fire there the little minx!”

“In answer to your first, Ally has a belt buckle which has been altered to carry a micro transmitter and secondly; you know Captain, for a young girl, what that piece of crap is offering, is a way to secure her future?”

 

[Sienna]

Forty-two: Sienna – Allyson.

Savage explained to me further about his drug trade operation using those methods that de Boeur had kindly made perfectly clear. “So you see, the whole thing works like a dream,” he said. “For years we have been doing this and to tell you the truth, both de Boeur and I are wanting to settle down into a more smoother means of operation.”

I thought about Frank and what his thoughts would be on the matter, especially if I accepted Savage’s offer to join them. That would be the end of our friendship for sure and the end of our relationship, if at all there was one. But then Frank and his team knew too much and I realised at that moment what their fate would no doubt be.

“I don’t want to see Frank being hurt in anyway.” I told Savage. “I need you to promise me that.” He chewed on his cigar and scratched his head again. It was a habit of his which told me he was either frustrated in thinking up an answer or he had a bad case of head lice and god knows what else.

“Look Allyson, I can’t make promises. Besides, what in the name of hell does that man mean to you? He is old enough to be your damn father? Just think of all the young guys you could have. Maybe one day settle down with some really handsome young fella’ and have nice kids, living in a mansion wherever you want.”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Are you jealous?” I asked. “Of the fact that Frank can still make fantastic love to any woman he wanted? Whereas you can’t because you’re fat and ugly?”

De Boeur caught hold of Savage’s hand as it swung towards me in his rage. “Hold it boss!” I half expected him to hit me hard with his heavy hand and took the chance on de Boeur doing what he did to save me from flying across to the other side of the cabin.

“You’re a stubborn bitch! Maybe I should let my men fuck you from here to oblivion and then feed your remains to the sharks.” I had got him angry and I loved every second of it, because I resented his plans for Frank at the end of the day and I had now decided that I was not going to accept his suggestions to join him.

“Boss, she is only a kid.” de Boeur began to reason with him. “They do these things to wind you up and you’re falling for it. Give her time to think about it. Perhaps I could persuade her? Leave us alone for a while.”

Savage bit into his cigar and looked at his friend, still with anger on his mind. “You have two hours to convince her.” Then he turned and looked at me pointing with his finger. “If you don’t convince her, then I’m going to be the first to give her one right up her dainty little ass!”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Forty-Three: Scot4949 – Captain Trevithick.

As I took in this information from Winston it suddenly dawned on me that we should be listening in to the rest of the conversation and we could maybe discover what Savage had planned for us all. By the time we got to the radio shack, just off the bridge, we heard de Boeur’s harsh South African accent berating Ally for being so stubborn in the face of Savage’s offer, to become one of them. My heart soared to hear this, because I had no doubt that Ally would refuse to become part of their drug trade. However, Winston did have a point, and any young girl could easily be swayed by the enormous rewards to be gained, and I still had hopes of a relationship with Ally and I knew that if she had accepted their offer, those hopes would be dashed forever.

Listening to Ally giving de Boeur as good as she got, the man was far too ignorant to win her over in any argument. I felt my heart pounding and I had to get her out of that situation and give our futures a chance of survival. But first, we had to finish off Savage and his gang and that was looking very difficult at that moment in time.

I had told everyone, except my team, to retire to their quarters, so things were relatively quiet throughout the ship. Suddenly a blood-curdling scream rent the air. It came from the direction of Veronica’s cabin and we immediately set off in that direction.

Standing over the naked body of Clarke, was the equally naked Veronica with her hands clamped over her mouth. It was her scream we had heard and judging from the blood covering her breasts and the amount still pouring from the stab wound in Clarke’s neck, she was in a state of shock. I suppose someone being stabbed while they were making love would have that affect on a person. I was just contemplating the consequences of Clarke’s untimely demise when we heard the unmistakeable tones of Sonya.

“Hey! Don’t pay him no never mind. He got what was coming to him, the twisted bastard. I told Savage what happened here and guess who be in charge now, eh? Yep… Li’l ole me. But, Cap’n, I got to thinking ‘bout this whole deal and I don’t likes it. So, yo’ got yourself an ally. Oh yes, yo already got one of them, ain’t ya? An Ally, I mean.” She laughed at her attempt at play on words.

“By the way, Charlie, act quick here and you’ll save his worthless hide.” Sonya continued. “I only scratched his scraggy neck and he passed out like a baby. But, if he ain’t treated, he might do us all a favour and bleed to death. Savage thinks he’s dead and that I will relay his orders, so Cap’n you better have Sweet Dreams ready to sail within the hour. Without the use of Charlie, if yo don’t mind?” She winked at me and told me that I could have him back well before we sailed. I looked at Charlie’s huge grin and just nodded to him and have Clarke stitched up and banged in chains before he did anything else.

Juliet stayed to help Veronica recover from her ordeal and Winston and I went back to hear how these events were affecting things on the Medusa. There was nothing coming through, except the odd sound of Ally moving around the cabin where she was kept prisoner, so we could only guess that they were preparing to sail and that, so far she was still all right.

We had everything prepared earlier, so it didn’t take Winston and I long to be ready to leave at a moments notice. Just as we were doing the final checks from the bridge, Charlie appeared asking if we needed a hand.

“After Sonya has finished with you, me old mate, you’d be as much use as a chocolate tea pot!” Winston quipped.

“Charlie…do you think that she is genuine and will really help us? Or is she playing one side against the other?” I asked him, quite seriously.

“Oh yes Captain. She is quite genuine. She always had her doubts about Clarke anyway; and when she saw what he was doing to her, in her cabin a short while ago, she flipped. It was not a pretty sight; and how she didn’t slit the bastard’s throat, I have no idea. I have saved his rotten life and he is manacled in the paint locker, he won’t be a problem any more.” I don’t think I have ever seen Charlie looking quite so dangerous in all the years I had known him; and right then, I was so glad that that he was on my side and not theirs.

“Captain? Veronica needs medical treatment immediately…can we get her to hospital?” Julie asked, dashing onto the bridge. “She could be in a bad way; and I don’t just mean mentally. Let me at that bastard Clarke and he’ll have to sit down to piss for the rest of his life.” Winston put his arms round her and tried to calm her down and I told Charlie to phone Samuel and get him down to Sweet Dreams, as fast as he could, we didn’t have much time left before Savage would want us to cast off and head for the rendezvous.

 

[Sienna]

Forty-four: Sienna – Allyson.

“I think you should pay attention to what the boss is offering here.” de Boeur spat out the words into my face as he pinned me against the wall of the cabin. “He is a man of his word and means what he says.” I tried to look unmoved by him, but the man I thought would be more understanding than Savage turned out to be as equally ruthless.

I was alone with him and I began to feel vulnerable. I pulled together the torn shirt for some kind of security as his eyes began to feel as if they were touching me, and it was then I noticed the strange flexible wire inside the waist of my shorts. “He wouldn’t do what he says. Its just talk.” I replied.

“I wouldn’t think that if I was you Allyson. Take the offer to join us. Don’t be stupid.” He turned and stepped away from me and I discovered that the wire came from the belt buckle, some kind of transmitter perhaps? He turned towards me quickly and pointed a finger at me. “You noticed how he was going to hit you?”

“Yes!” I stopped fumbling with the buckle quickly.

“He is completely mad. Trust me Allyson, he will hurt you. I have seen what he can do to women and it isn’t very good. The sharks are like his pets and he believes in feeding them well.”

I looked away from him and he suddenly took my face in his hand, forcing me to look back at him. “Allyson, you are not stupid. I know this. So accept the offer.”

“Watch my lips…fuck off!” I replied still trying to act cool, but I was trembling so much that it must have given me away. He started to laugh at me and he ran his hand over my breast, gently, hardly touching.

“It’s a pity to waste such a nice body like yours. I see you have taken care of yourself and taken pride in your beauty. If you favour those sharks over a good offer, then, who am I to change your mind? Oh and one more thing before I leave you to think…before the sharks…I hope you enjoy the party. You will be a very good hostess I think.”

De Boeur left, closing and locking the door behind him. I thought about my fate and suddenly I started believe that what they threatened was more and more likely. I inspected the buckle more closely and noticed a small disk-like object at the back. It had to be some kind of radio. And if so, then I hoped that someone heard everything back on Sweet Dreams. “Hello…if you can hear me Frank…then I want you know I love you. Please help me.”

I sat on the bunk with my knees up close to my chin and cried silent tears to myself. I didn’t like the situation I was in. And then I heard the sound of the engines begin to vibrate. The cabin door opened.

“Ay miss, need some coffee?” The tall man walked towards me with a metal cup. His clothes were dirty with oil and grease and so were his hands. “Here…take it.” I hugged myself tighter in fear as he handed me the cup. “Go on…its coffee. You must be thirsty.”

“Who are you?”

“Tommy Smitts at your service ma’am. I keep the engines going. I noticed they left you in here all alone so I thought I’d pay you a visit. Share my coffee with you.” I took the cup and held it with both hands. It was warm and it smelt so good. “Its ok, I always pay a visit to whoever they keep in here from time to time. They never find out, and if they did…what the hell.”

I sipped the coffee and watched him carefully. He began to search around in the two drums beside the bunk, taking out what seemed to be packages of illegal substances. “Another load I take it?” he said to himself. “Well, keeps me in work I suppose. How’s the coffee?”

“Its fine, thank you.”

“Are you a snoop? Or one of the boss’s fallen women who did something bad?” he asked. I did not wish to answer to any of those and his friendly behaviour seemed suspicious. Maybe he was the last attempt of convincing me to accept?

“I’m a passenger. They didn’t have anywhere else to put me.” I replied and he began to laugh, which also made me laugh too. My answer seemed spontaneous and quite funny even to myself.

“Ay miss, I like you. You’re not like the others I find in here. Usually all beat up or hysterical. So you could be right in what you say. But why is your shirt all torn?”

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the door half open and the opportunity to run for freedom. But again, it seemed as if the situation was just a setup. He looked around at the door also and smiled back at me. “You want out don’t you?”

“The thought had crossed my mind, yes.” I said.

“Ok, go for it. You won’t be the first who tried.”

“Then what is the point if you are going to stop me?”

“Who said anything about stopping you? Maybe, just maybe I want you go?”

“No. I don’t fall for tricks that easy.” I handed back the empty cup and he took it. “Thank you for the coffee.” He sat down beside me in deep thought looking at the cup for a while.

“Look, I really do want you to go and pass a message. This tub is about to cast off and you’re from that other tub across the quay, right? And you know miss Sonya?”

“What if I do?”

“I’m serious. Tell her we are prepared and ready for her. That’s all. Know how to get on deck quietly? And I hope you can swim?”

“Yes.”

“Then go miss. I’m not stopping you. And please, give Sonya the message, it is very important.”

I could not believe it when he told me and more so when he allowed me to get off the bunk and walk out of the door freely. I quietly moved down the passage, making sure there was no one around until I reached the steps. Then I slowly climbed them, listening for any sounds or movement on the deck. It was clear and silent, except for two mates talking at a distance. But I was able to run towards the starboard rail and jump free of the Medusa into the calm waters of the quay.

I made a splash as I hit the water, but the engines drowned out the sound. When I surfaced I looked back quickly and knew I was now atleast safe thanks to Tommy, whoever he was.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Forty-Five: Scot4949 – Captain Trevithick.

The receiver tuned into Ally’s belt radio crackled and we heard her say, ‘Hello…if you can hear me Frank… then I want you to know that I love you. Please help me’ this was followed by the sound of her quietly sobbing and I felt so damned helpless that I hardly heard Charlie tell me that he had got hold of Samuel and that he would be here immediately.

After a couple of minutes, over the receiver, we heard the cabin door open and my heart missed a beat. Was this it; had Savage decided to carry out his threat, would I ever see Ally again? All these thoughts were going through my head when suddenly, I heard the unmistakable, dulcet tones of Tommy Smitt. I felt a lot better knowing that he was around, well, for the moment anyway.

Tommy and I went way back years ago, before The Dead Sea reported sick, some would say. He and I served on a couple of ships together and had many a good run ashore…happy days. But, I knew that Tommy would never be a party to a gang rape of a defenceless girl and that he would do everything in his power to prevent such an atrocity, so I relaxed a bit. Samuel arrived and Julie took him below to Veronica’s cabin, I warned him that we would be setting sail at a moments notice and he informed me that he would be as quick as he could, but he insisted that we should not leave until he had Veronica safely ashore.

Listening in to Tommy and Ally’s conversation, I was getting my hopes up that he was going to help her escape and then we heard him telling Ally to pass on the warning to Sonya. When Sonya heard Tommy say that ‘they’ were ready for her, she began to look angry.

“Shit! How they find out what I is gonna’ do here? How they know I didn’t kill that mother fucka Clarke? Cap’n, someone’s double dealing here. And it sure ain’t me this time OK?”

“Jesus H Christ, how could I have been so stupid? Winston, Charlie…we put a transmitter in Ally’s belt buckle, right? Has anybody checked Clarke for wires? Charlie, go and check him out and hurry up, I think the shit is about to hit the fan.” Charlie hurried to the paint locker and as he left, I looked over to the Medusa. Her engines were running and she was about ready to cast off. But it wasn’t the activity on the jetty that caught my attention, it was the sight of Ally, jumping over the side and swimming as fast as she could towards Sweet Dreams that did it.

Throwing caution to the winds, I told Winston and Sonya to hold the fort and after stripping down to my shorts, I dived in to help Ally. Being a strong swimmer and helped on by a good dose of adrenaline, I soon got to her and I could see that she was tiring.

“Ally, get rid of the shirt, it’s slowing you down. Lie on my back and hold onto my shoulders, you’re safe now.” She did exactly as I told her and we made good progress back to Sweet Dreams where Winston and Sonya helped us back up the ladder. They told us to go to my cabin and get dried off and get changed out of our wet clothes, not that either of us had many clothes on by now anyway.

When we got to my cabin, I shut the door and took her into my arms and looked into her eyes and said, “I heard what you said on the radio earlier Ally, did you mean that? Could you really love an old man like me?” I kissed her gently on her quivering lips; “Don’t answer that hon…we can discuss it after I’ve dealt with Savage.”

I passed her a towel and tried very hard not to look, as she stripped off the rest of her wet clothes and waited for me to find something for her to wear. I found underwear, if ever you could call it that, she had kept in her bag along with my cut off denims and a loose T-shirt. This was not the fashion shoot that this mission started out to be. While I was looking for the clothes, Ally stood with the towel wrapped around her slim body, a lick of damp hair across her forehead and what she said next surprised the hell out of me…

“Frank, there is nothing to discuss, I have made up my mind. If and when this is all over and you still want me…then I will be yours and you will be mine, Ok? Oh, and by the way, I left the belt with Tommy, I thought it might help. I hope that was the right thing to do?”

“The right thing to do? Ally, how you thought to do that, under the circumstances you were in and the danger you faced, I’ll never know! I do know, that I’m proud of you hon.” I held her closely and kissed her passionately, thinking to myself that, her answer to my question was also just the one I wanted to hear.

A shout from the bridge stopped me taking this any further and reluctantly, we broke off our kiss.

 

[Sienna]

Forty-six: Sienna – Allyson.

I followed Frank to the bridge. “I suppose you guessed about Sonya?” he asked. I had worked out that she was working some kind of revolt against Savage but I had hoped Frank would explain further. “She’s trying to take things into her own hands with this thing and I think she’s a bit crazy if you ask me.” Frank continued. It wasn’t much to go on but I think I caught the drift.

I saw Veronica being helped out of her cabin by Samuel. He had his arm around her waist and she looked pale and distressed. “What happened here?” I asked. I looked at Veronica closely and she returned me a blank stare. “Is she ok?”

“I need to get her to my surgery and then the hospital.” Samuel replied. But I needed to know what was going on and Frank in his haste had run off to the bridge. “Can’t someone tell me what’s happening?”

“Let me explain things.” Juliet emerged from Veronica’s cabin and invited me in. She closed the door and offered me a brandy to help me warm up and then she began to fill me in with all the details.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Forty-Seven: Scot4949 – Captain Trevithick.

“Sweet Dreams, this is the Coastguard, come in Captain Trevithick. Sweet Dreams, this is the Coastguard, come in Captain Trevithick.” The voice of the Commander of Operations could clearly be heard on the ship’s main radio. The Commander continued; “Follow the Medusa as she makes her way to the rendezvous, you are being shadowed by three FBI choppers called in by your operative, codenamed Juliet. It seems that she thought you couldn’t handle the situation and would require their help. Let them deal with this now Frank, just keep an eye on all those civilians you have on board. Over and out.”

I stormed off the bridge and went to find Juliet. Who the bloody hell did she think she was anyway, this was my operation and the FBI had no right to interfere. I went to her cabin to confront her and found it empty. I remembered she had been with Veronica and went to hers instead.

In different circumstances, the sight that greeted me when I opened the door, would have been quite erotic, two totally naked young ladies locked in a lesbian embrace. Unfortunately, one was Ally, the girl who, not two hours ago had expressed her love for me on the radio and the other, the interfering and uninvited FBI agent, Juliet!

I gave them both a withering look and slammed the door behind me, as I left, crestfallen and my mind in turmoil. How could she do this? Why did she do this? I knew she had lesbian experiences before, but that was with a special friend, not an almost complete stranger. As I stormed off, I heard a cry of…

“Frank I can explain! It’s not how it looks!” This was followed by a yelp from Juliet and I stopped.

 

[Sienna]

Forty-eight: Sienna – Allyson.

Juliet surprised me when she handed me a second glass of brandy after telling me what had happened while I was away on the Medusa. She stepped back and untied the front of her top. “So what do you think Allyson?” she asked. I was a little taken back, because her gesture was somewhat sexual as she began to gently tweak her nipples.

“Juliet? What are…” She put a finger against my lips and smiled, shaking her head for me to be silent.

“Why not change into something more appropriate. Or better still, why not join me in getting naked?” I was lost for a any suitable reply. I started to laugh. I think more through nerves than anything else. But I noticed that her gorgeous body was really something that men would die for and to be honest, I thought it was quite nice too. “We can have some fun, you and I. I know which way you go sometimes Ally, I think I can see that in the way you’ve looked at all the girls on this trip.”

She was right. Maybe I did admire them openly sometimes and yes, I had my private fantasies. So I put my brandy down onto the table and gave her what she wanted, slowly stripping off what clothes I wore until I stood before her naked. Her eyes never left my body for one solitary second.

“I suppose this is what you wanted to see?” I asked. Juliet smiled and ran the backs of her fingers against my breast. The feel just sent wild tingles through me. “OK, your turn.”

Juliet turned her back to me, raising her blonde hair upwards, gesturing me to pull the loose top from her shoulders. I did so with pleasure, kissing her tanned shoulders and onto her back. The taste of her skin, a mix of sun block and natural aroma greeted my lips and tongue. She turned and asked me to remove her skirt, which I did, slowly and gently, letting it fall around her feet.

“Juliet, may I ask you something?”

“Of course, what is it?” she said, turning to face me. I noticed how full her breasts were compared to mine and how much more her areola seemed to spread, dark and brown, unlike mine which were more pink and raised. This told me that she was not a natural blonde which complimented her deep brown eyes.

“Are you a lesbian or like me…” Again she pressed a finger against my lips and we began to embrace. I could not stop my hands smoothing over her buttocks and I slowly began to raise her thong from her hips, easing it over her thighs until it slackened and slipped around her ankles. The embrace grew stronger until our lips met in a long passionate kiss. It had been some time since I was in such a situation with another woman. And it felt good to be there.

Suddenly, Frank burst into the cabin. I turned to see his face looking at us both and with the shock of his sudden intrusion and that look, I pulled away from Juliet quickly. “Frank?”

He turned and dashed out as fast as he entered and I knew that he was upset with what he had found. Without caring that I was totally naked, I followed him and caught up with him as he was climbing the steps to the bridge. “Frank I can explain. It’s not how it looks!”

There was a desperate cry from behind me and both of us stood on the steps to see Juliet staggering towards us. It was horrible! She clutched both hands to her navel and they were covered in blood. It was then we noticed the handle of a knife between her fingers. “Frank…do something!” I cried out in terror.

Frank pushed me to one side and grabbed Juliet as she fell into his arms. “Juliet, who did this?” He lay her gently down and I could see her trying to say something. Frank held her head in the crook of his arm and pleaded with her once more to tell him who stabbed her. But I could see it was too late as she gave out her final breath and suddenly she became limp and lifeless lying in a growing pool of blood.

I never expected to see anything like that, ever. And I began to scream out hysterically.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Forty-Nine: Scot4949 – Captain Trevithick.


As much as I didn’t like her, I would never have wished Juliet a fate like this and someone would pay for her death, in spades. As I felt her life slipping away, I could only imagine that somehow, Clarke had got free from the paint locker and that it was him who was responsible for Juliet’s agonising death.

Ally’s screaming alerted everyone and soon the passageway was crowded. Winston pushed them all aside and rushed forward to cradle Juliet’s lifeless body in his arms and by the look on his face, I knew he had felt a lot more for her than just a passing fancy. I also knew, that I would never tell him about Juliet’s seduction of Ally.

Charlie had stayed on the bridge and I knew Sweet Dreams was in safe hands, so I took hold of Ally and I wrapped her nakedness in a sheet grabbed from the nearest cabin. “Come with me Ally, I want you to stay locked in my cabin. We’ll talk about all of this later, but for now, I want you safe!”

She allowed me to steer her towards my cabin, still reeling from the shock of seeing Juliet’s lifeblood flowing onto the deck. I went straight to the medicine cabinet and made her a light sedative.

“Ally, Take this hon, I’ve got to leave you here and find whoever did this to Juliet. Until I do; and they are dead, or, in chains, I want you to stay put, Ok?” She looked up at me and her eyes told me that she was still in a state of shock.

“Frank, what happened between Juliet and me was a nothing, the brandy, my release from Medusa? I don’t know. What I do know though, is that when you stormed out of the cabin, I thought that I had lost you forever and I pushed her away from me. It is you I want, can you believe that Frank?” I think it was then that I realised, that I had fallen in love again. Something, I thought, that was never going to happen and something I had tried so hard to avoid. I took her in my arms and kissed her.

“Ally, do not worry hon, you have me; and have had, from that afternoon on the quay, when you appeared and brought a ray of sunshine into my drab existence. For some reason, fate has thrown us together, so who am I, to argue with a power such as that? And besides, we have more paintings to finish. This will be over soon and we will get our time then, so take this and try and get some rest.” I handed her the glass and kissed her again.

My first stop would be to check if Clarke had managed to get free from the paint locker, so I made my way there after collecting the key from Charlie. He had everything under control and we were shadowing Medusa easily. The locker appeared to still be locked and sure enough, when I opened it, Clarke was still in chains and glaring a look of pure hatred up at me. He managed to spit out;

“Have you come to your senses Trevithick? Are you going to release me and make yourself some real money?” It was all I could do, not to kill him there and then. I replied with equal hatred.

“You are better off here Arsehole! One of your cronies has killed Juliet, Winston wants revenge and I might just let him have you in the mean time if you don’t shut your mouth! Ok?” He visibly paled as I told him this and I could tell that he knew nothing of these recent developments. I secured the door and left him to stew. I started to make my way back to the bridge and as I turned to go up the stairs, and I heard a voice behind me.

“Frank! I think it is about time we had a chat, don’t you?”

 

[Sienna]

Fifty: Sienna – Allyson.

I was comforted by Frank’s words as I lay back in the bunk. The sedative tasted strange but I trusted him and took it almost in one gulp and watched him leave, hearing the sound of the cabin door lock behind him.

The sedative did not make me feel sleepy as I expected. Suddenly the dull drone of the ships engines began to get louder in my head and I could feel my heart beating faster in my chest. Something was not right. I started to feel dizzy but not sleepy and the thought of what was happening made me start to panic even more.

“Frank! Frank, what’s going on? Frank!”

I jumped off the bunk and continued to call for his help, pounding on the door. The cabin was closing in on me and I begin to see things that weren’t really there. The vision of Juliet standing behind me, laughing at me, just sent me into a frenzied panic.