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The
fishing deep fishing ship named the Sea King was pushed to the limit by the
battering waves of the North Sea. The hull was constructed with welded steel
construction with a raised foredeck and the steel top house placed on it. The
stern was designed with elliptical design while its bow was flared. The ship
consists of three decks; the main deck, spaces below tit and the storage below
the decks. The upper deck held the forward weather deck with the wheelhouse.
The later also served as the navigation bridge with the captain and first
officer’s mess. The weather deck is
stocked with the fishing and harpoon equipment’s, deck cranes and hatches to
the lower holds and machinery below deck. The machinery deck is divided into
seven large compartments for the storage. There was the forward collision
bulkhead essential for the ship journey which also holds the saltwater ballast
tank. At the stern was the refrigeration and main propulsion steamer engines
which powered the deep fishing ship. Its steam was released through the ship’s
funnel above the engine. The coal holding areas was next to the main engines.
The deep fishing ship have two high beams which support the sails needed when
the winds was blowing or to save on the coals. The two beams were upright with
its sails wrapped around the trunk. It could be unfurled in minutes and the
billowing winds will sail the deep fishing ship on its journey.
On
that morning, the Sea King was greeted by the fifteen feet high waves which
were flooding the decks with water. The sea waves are generated by the low
pressure areas where the gusts of wind will push the crest to its limit. As the
volume of the water accumulates and the wind increasing n velocity, the crest
of the wave will climbed higher. It’s when the crest of the wave falls down
that creates the strong energy force that resembled a solid wall that have
crushed on the person. The difference is that the next crushing blow may be
just seconds away. The seas have never been tamed by Man unlike the solid
lands. Here the salt water rules the wide surface with its temperamental
storms. Man had battled it with solid structures that extend to the water
depths but it only reached a small fraction in reclaiming the sea. Its flaw was
the need to hold anchor to the main solid land or it may be swept away. Then
Man have had designed the sea surfing structures
they called as boats and ships if larger
but those are just mere toys structure when the sea flexed its
irritation.
The
Sea King have been fighting the waves for over ten years and with its bruising
refit at over three times have ranked it as a hero among the other ships. It
was on its thirteen expeditions then on a two months sea surfing she was
returning home to port with the catches. She had been harassed on her return
with the sea calling for its inhabitants but the Sea King was who she was
named. She was no side seated Queen but the King herself. She fought and raked
her way past those storms and ever determined to make it home. Since the last
three days and nights, the See King had shouldered the sea conditions once more
for a last call of tilting her over.
Captain
Arthur Kendrick Rodriquez stepped in from the storm into the wheelhouse where
his first mate was still holding the steering of the ship. Each step taken from
the lower deck and onto the storming water flooded main deck was a hellish trip
by itself. He had to anchor himself to the safety ropes and pulled him past the
swelling waves. Each blow of the wave was like being given a ring fight brawl
with him against four others. His yellow pant suit was all soaked to the
inside. It was freezing cold from the salt water but he knew that his real
motivation was the wheelhouse with the hidden cache of hard liquor and a gentle
lady to speak to.
“How’
the chappies at the aft?” First Officer Stacy Rowles called out when the
Captain stepped in. The first Officer was a young lady who had lived all her
time on the boat or overboard since she was five. She was hardly what you may
termed as beautiful with the weather beaten expression but her short reddish
cropped hair and sturdy feminine body was a feisty figure to stare at. That was when she was on shore taking parts
in the long runs or hiking up rough trails. On her seafaring trips, she had
shed her tight shorts and tees for the thick flat straight rubbery yellow
hoodie pantsuit and Wellington boots.
“I
won’t recommend a stand up fuck there with the waves churning our guts.”
Captain Arthur replied while staggering to his honourable seat. He was a stout
rough and huge build wrestler crammed into the same yellow pant suit but his
head was covered by the salted washed Captain’s hat. His face was caked with
the two weeks old beard while his eyes brows dug into his forehead to give him
a snarling look. He was a tall figure at nearly seven feet which literally
mould him into the giant category. He reached for the hidden bottle of hard
liquor and drowned himself half of it to stop the body from chattering with the
cold.
“So
Elise giving the new guy the standing ovation, huh?” Elise was the cook and
besides cooking, she was the only one that would fancy a fuck on the stormy
deck. She once told Stacy, that given the choice on a boring journey of over
two months, the next best thing to do was getting laid by the crew members. She
has plenty of offers given that there were only two of them who were ladies on
the decks with the nut holes, unless you fancy a butt plug, then you need not
concern on the boobs and focus on the butt...
“Isn’t
much they can do for now.” The Captain took to his seat on the wheel house. He
was born to sail like his forefathers and their’ before. His blood lineage was
from the breeds of sailing greats of the Spaniards and the English. His
grandfather told him that two things matter on the ship; the liquor and then
the ship. Both will save your life.
“I
thought you and that Arnold chap was sizzling then.” Arthur besides his great
sailing skills somehow had a bad thing for conversation piece. Stacy frown her
hard creases while her stare was on the next rise of the wave. Arnold was the
new crew member who had joined the Sea King for the fishing expedition. His
last ship went down with three quarters of the crew but he was rescued along
with the others. He was also the one showering Elise with his last meal on
their fucking sojourn. The sleeping quarters were cramped and for a rendezvous
of sex, the parties are not ignored even at plain sight.
“He
was but on the Sea King, I am frigid like the Snow Queen. My only lover is the
sea. Here we fucked on every rise of the wave.” Stacy replied. She was every
bit part of the Sea King while it ploughed through the wave. If the deep
fishing ship gets swept on it port or starboard, she will list over by the
wave. It was crucial with the waves or over it.
“I
heard that we got a new adventure when we hit the port.” Stacy cut in without
hesitation. They have been on the expedition for over two months then and were
on the returning voyage. Captain Arthur took up his silver flask of the hard
liquor and whooshed down its remaining content with one gulp.
“It
won’t be what you think of. I heard that we won’t be sailing per se but
actually submerging.” Captain Arthur replied. “I dinna care. I am retiring soon
after.”
“Submerging?
Heck, I have not done that before since Brutus tried to drown me in the bath.”
Stacy laughed. She recalled that incident but poor Brutus lost his desire for
any sexual assault after she knifed him at his groin. It does not pay to force
when it comes to Stacy. She carries her diving dagger even during her sex acts.
It
was then Captain saw the new danger of sailing on the high seas.
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