Trouble aboard The Golden Arrow (closed for momoftwins13)

[dkgooner]

The Golden Arrow (closed for momoftwins13)

Damian Kellogg, mid-twenties, in great shape from his work as deckhand on the Golden Arrow.

“You can’t be serious skip?” Damian asks in disbelief, having just been told that the captain won’t be making this next trip, leaving him in control of the 100 feet, god knows how expensive yacht.

“Hey kid, need to get this out of the way,” the captain tells him about his doctor’s appointment, “… and you can do it! Been around long enough…”

“Yeah, but what if something goes wrong?” he asks, walking behind the captain as he heads off the boat.

“It won’t, and you can take of it!” the captain further assures, insistently.

Damian sighs, giving in, “… and ‘Mella aren’t even around!” he says, Carmella usually doing the cooking and washing for the passengers, and crew, onboard.

“No problem, she requested a few quiet days… just tour some of the more secluded bays and whatnot, pick up Carmella and the rest of her party in a few days… how many and when exactly you have to ask the client!” he adds as he loads his suitcase into the back of the waiting cab.

Damian sighs again, nodding his head at his words, “Alright… but who is this broad?” he asks, not looking forward to all that responsibility and being alone on the boat with some rich bitch.

“The daughter of some big shot,” the captain shrugs as he’s getting in the cab, “… you’ll do fine kid, just sail around for some days!” he finishes through the window just before the cab pulls away.

With a final sigh as he stands alone on the dock, watching the cab drive off, he shakes his head and turns, walking back onto the yacht.

 

[momoftwins13]

Chloe Patchett
Age: 18
5'2, 120 lbs, auburn hair, green eyes, 36c chest
Spoiled, rich, daughter of a successful businessman

"What do you mean there won't be a crew on the Arrow?" Chloe practically screeched at her father, her green eyes flashing. "Who will cook and clean for us? Surely the captain won't!"

Richard, her father patted her shoulder in a patronizing way which spiked Chloe's temper even further.

"Sugar Plum, The captain won't even be on board. The only crew member will be A deck hand named Damian, but don't worry, I'm sure he understands he is to be at your beck and call".

Chloe stuck out her lower lip in a pout that she had perfected by the time she was two years old. "But daddy, I don't think a deck hand will be a very good cook".

With another light pat her dad chuckled and walked away, signaling the end to the conversation. Chloe growled lightly beneath her breath and slammed the lid shut on her suitcase. She hadnt packed much besides bikinis. A few dresses and one or two casual outfits in case she went on shore, but she planned on spending the majority of her time on the sun deck, relaxing.

This trip was her fathers high school graduation gift to her. A whole summer of unrestricted use a chartered yacht. It was all hers to do with as she pleased. She could go anywhere and have anyone aboard that she wished.

To start, she was going out alone. A few days of peace and quiet before she met up with some friends who would come aboard for a few days. It would be great! But it would have been better if there were a crew on board.

Two hours later Chloe stood by the dock in a very short, nearly see through sundress as the family driver loaded the bags she had brought. The man she assumed must be Damian was standing to the side, looking morose. If she were truthful with herself, he also looked completely gorgeous, all tan and muscular, but she would never admit it aloud.

Great, she thought. This should be fun. With a sigh, she walked slowly up onto the boat.

"Good afternoon", she said stiffly. "I trust you have everything I've requested prepared for the trip?"

 

[dkgooner]

After seeing the captain off Damian turned to loading the ship, carrying all the needed supplies from the dock and onboard. When he’s finally done, walking out onto the deck after getting the last box of supplies onboard, his skin is covering in a thin layer of sweat, glistening in the sun.

He’s still standing there, drinking from a bottle of water, when the car pulled up. A beautiful young girl wearing a sexy sundress that left little to the imagination stepped out and… well, just stood there while the elderly driver had to carry her bags onboard. Damian greeted him, a nod, a smile and handshake before he left again, the self-proclaimed princess or goddess coming up the gangway afterwards.

“Welcome about ma’am,” he greets her, as gracious and professional as he can.

"Good afternoon" she says before he can continue, polite enough on the surface, but not much polite about her tone, "I trust you have everything I've requested prepared for the trip?"

“I trust I haven’t got the slightest clue as to what that would be, but we’re ready to depart whenever you want to… and I’m Damian, miss?” he asks, losing some of his professionalism at the snotty behavior of this girl… coming here, making her driver carry all her stuff, and without introducing herself or greeting him respectfully she starts on this.

“Carried on supplies for at least the next week, and from what I gathered you’re taking off by yourself today?” he asks, forcing a professional exterior again, “So just let me know and we’ll be heading off… you can choose any cabin you like, the master one is down here and all the way down the end” he says as he waves his hand that way.

 

[momoftwins13]

Chloe was a bit taken aback by the way the man named Damian spoke to her. Nobody was ever rude like that to her. Her green eyes narrowed slightly and she licked her lips, wetting them, in lieu of biting her tongue literally. Her first instinct was the put the deckhand in his place but she knew she would be alone on the sea with him so pissing him off may not be the wisest choice ever.

"Patchett" she replied to his question. "Chloe Patchett".

Her driver had already departed and was on his way back to their mansion. Damian pointed out the way to the cabins and Chloe nodded. "I will take the master. You can place my bags on the bed" she stated, assuming that was part of his job.

Turning she took a few steps towards the bow and looked around. The yacht was gorgeous, more luxurious than many homes. After looking around army she realized Damian was still standing there. He faced him, a look of genuine confusion crossing her face.

"Did I forget something?" She asked sincerely.

She was anxious to get away from shore and into open water. Chloe loved to sunbathe nude and was looking most forward to having the yacht to herself for that... But the thought gave her pause. She wouldn't be alone. Damian would be there. Well... He would just have to maintain his professionalism and deal with it. Surely it wouldn't be the first time it had happened in front of him...

 

[dkgooner]

“I’m Damian, Miss Patchett” he replies, smiling politely.

He opens his eyes a bit more, raising his brows as if to say ‘You’re kidding?’ when she informs him of her desired cabin and tells him to put her bags on the bed… who does this chick think she is? He carried some of the heavier loads usually, but the personal luggage of the guests he didn’t touch, people could carry on their own stuff no matter how many digits they made each year… and this girl likely made none, just living off dad’s success.

He shakes his head, chuckling on the inside, as she turns her back to him, giving in to carrying on the princess’ bags with a shrug, but waiting to see if there was a please coming…

The answer to that comes when she turns, a bewildered or surprised look on her face, and asks if there was something else.

“Guess not…” he says, a little grin on his face as he steps forward and picks up her bags, walking through the ship and into the master bedroom, unceremoniously dumping them on the bed. Heading back he sees her looking around the yacht as he undocks, removing the gangway and untying the rope on the dock.

“Anything else before we head out, princess?” he asks as he heads up to steer the boat, “Should I unpack for you too perhaps…” he mutters, not audible to her, under his breath as he gets halfway there.

Minutes later they sail out off the harbor, past the protective walls and into the open sea. The water was quiet, with little to no waves as he set course for a small, secluded spot nearby… cliffs surrounding the beautiful blue water, a great place if you wanted time for yourself…

 

[momoftwins13]

Chloe watched as Damian carried her luggage back, a little smile playing on his lips, and wondered what he thought was so funny. Moments later he returned and headed up to start the boat.

The way he called her princess got her guard up and she glared quietly at him. "That will be it for now, thank you" she replied.

The boat motored out of its slip and slowly out towards open water. Immediately Chloe felt herself relax. She was away from it all finally. Away from the probing stare of her mother, requiring her to maintain face at all times. Away from the over over-protectiveness of her father, watching and questioning every decision she made. Away from the many so-called "friends" she had, who only wanted to be around her because her daddy was rich... Away from it all.

Slowly Chloe walked up onto the tanning deck near the bow and looked ahead at where they were headed. She couldn't see anything yet. Only open water. And that was fine with her. She sunk to her butt on the deck and wrapped her arms around her knees, chin resting upon them, her hair blowing in the breeze the moving boat caused. The gentle rolling of the boat as it moved lulled her into a relaxed state of mind.

She thought for a moment of Damian. He had been pleasant enough... Mostly... And he was gorgeous. She wondered how old he was. Not that it mattered. It was just pure curiousity.. But still.

 

[dkgooner]

He watches her step out on the deck below, stealing glances down at her as the boat cuts through the water at a good pace, nearing its destination.

She was one pretty girl he thought as he watched her brown hair sway in the wind, too bad she was such a spoiled brat… but maybe her good looks was part of the reason to that he reasoned… that and daddy not setting much if any boundaries for her.

She sure needed a firm hand he concludes, grinning and chuckling as he thinks that he wouldn’t mind being that guy… teach her some manners, so to speak.

He continues to lower his gaze as he steers the yacht, glancing down on the bow deck at his gorgeous and snotty passenger. Around half an hour after departing he pulls in between a couple of tall cliffs, slowing to a stop in the small secluded cove opening up on the other side.

“We’ll stay here for some time,” he yells down, “… move to another place for tonight…” he continues, pausing before adding, “Okay with you, miss?” as politely as he can muster.

He then drops the anchor and sits back behind the helm, grabbing a boat he’s currently reading and picking up from where he last left off… one eye ever so often glancing down at Chloe below.

 

[momoftwins13]

Chloe closed her eyes and lay back, just enjoying the cool breeze and warm sun. She could hear the sound of the boat sluicing through the water, as well as an occasional sea gull calling out. When she finally opened her eyes again, there were huge cliffs rising on both sides of the boat.

She quickly sat up and looked around. They were entering a gorgeous cove, surrounded by cliffs. She saw a huge white sand beach in front of them and stood quickly.

"This is beautiful" she shouted to Damian. "Are there people around here?"

As she waited for his answer she climbed to where she knew he was and was surprised to see him reading a magazine instead of working. See gave him a haughty look before continuing to speak.

"I would like lunch after I go tan on the beach for a while" she informed him.

 

[dkgooner]

The cove was not really accessible from land, so no boats around was usually a clear indication that you had it for yourself, that one’s privacy was secure. He usually took a swim himself when they stopped over her, the many rocks and with the sun standing at its highest glowing down between them it was a great place to dive…

“No, no one around here normally!” he replies as he takes his seat, following her with one eye as she moves from the bow deck, moving up towards him.

Lowering the book as she joins him up top, he looks at her, his eyebrows raised questioningly at the look of arrogance on her, admittedly beautiful, face.

“Sure, there’s plenty to eat down below… I’m sure we can fix something up…” he nods and returns to his reading… looking up again after a couple of moments when she doesn’t move, “Will that be satisfactory milady?” he asks, try as he might he just can’t keep the mocking tone from his voice at the behavior of this spoiled girl.

All the responsibility be damned, this chick wasn’t gonna make him miss his swim, and besides, he couldn’t cook very well, so why spend a lot of time attempting? What he could do wouldn’t be great, but it wouldn’t take very long either…

 

[momoftwins13]

Chloe glared at the mocking tone in his voice. Her temper simmered. This deckhand was treating her like some lowly person, my respecting her a bit. But she not her tongue.

"I will probably want a turkey sandwich" she said haughtily. "See if you can manage that". With that said she spun on her heel and marched down the steps and went to get off of the vessel. She took her dress off as she walked, leaving her clad in a skimpy bikini, then climbed down a ladder. She didn't hesitate as she entered the warm water.

A few moments of swimming later her feet hit the white sand beneath the water and she sighed feeling her temper calm down immediately. She walked a little way out of the water and down the beach and then decided to lay down. Without hesitation she stripped off her bikini until she was completely naked. The sun shone over her gloriously toned body as she lay down upon the silky sand.

With a soft moan she closed her eyes and just let her mind drift, unaware of her surroundings.

 

[dkgooner]

He doesn’t reply to stuck-up request, no time for it too as she turns and march down right away. He shakes his head, a little smile forming on his lips… he wasn’t no cook, wasn’t hired to cater to the passengers like this. The captain usually did the polite talking, but no one told the captain what to do, and Mella did what cooking needed to be done, but most people could handle themselves when onboard… carry their own luggage, fix up something to eat perhaps, although most went ashore to go out to eat, meaning they at most had some lunch and their breakfast onboard. This girl apparently didn’t have any intention to, if she knew how to he thinks with a little chuckle, how to take care of herself… perhaps he should put clothes out for her in the morning too, he grins at that last thought.

He loses track of her as she climbs down, returning instead to his book. Looking up when he hears the splashing of the water he presumes she must have gotten in from the stern ladder, and resumes reading, one eye flicking up though, keeping an eye on her as she swims ashore.

When she emerges from the water, walking up onto the beach, the water cascading down her small body, her wet hair clinging to her and her body glistening in the sun, the skimpy bikini hugging her curves perfectly…

His eyes follows her, the couple of attempts to divert them to pick up where he left off in the book in his hand failing, and his head turns, hands lowering the book and both eyes shoot wide open as she, sitting on the sandy beach, peels off her bikini top, her breast bouncing free…

“Holy…” he mumbles, when she lifts her rump off the sand and shreds her panties too, lying back completely naked on the beach.

“… if only…” he mumbles with a little grin, thinking about her near perfect looks but the severe lacking in manners, if only she wasn’t a spoiled daughter of some rich guy she would be quite something…

Realizing the bulge forming in his trunks he puts the book away and heads below, preparing for the journey ahead and putting a few stuff into the fridge, including some packs of sliced turkey… a half to one hour later he walks out onto the stern deck, wearing only his swimming shorts and with a pair of goggles in his hand.

Diving head first into the water he swims a few yards before emerging… pausing, legs kicking to keep afloat, to put on the goggles before he dives under.

 

[momoftwins13]

Chloe lay back peacefully in the sand, letting any and all worries wash away with the ebbing tide. Everyone thought she had the perfect life. Anything and everything money could buy. That was true. But she also had a father who was overprotective and never let her do anything he wasn't familiar or comfortable with. And her mother.... Everything her mother focused on was society. They had to be the best mannered family around, throw the best parties and dances. It was all ridiculous to Chloe.

She was expected to have only friends from her "social status"... But noone else had the money her family had, and it seemed the only time anyone called upon her was when they wanted to something they didn't have the means to do. Men dated her merely to say they had. Nobody saw her for who she truly was. And that was the reason she put up the bitchy front. If someone really wanted to get to be her friend they had to see past the snotty rich girl exterior first.

Off in the distance Chloe heard a splash. She sat up, her perky breasts swaying just slightly from the movement. Out in the water she saw Damian, with goggle on, swimming around. She was curious as to what he was looking at under the water, but she didn't feel comfortable enough to swim out and ask.