Captain Scott Peterson _______________________________________________________________________________
Andrew was getting used to the jokes at his expense, but knew there was nothing in it except just Brit humour and he soon realized the whole thing on the stairs did in fact do Sir William a hell of a lot of good. He had not laughed that much for a very long time. Still, he was a little worried about Brenda's reaction. He need not have to though. He and Scott were going down for breakfast the following morning when they past her. "Good morning Scott, good morning Daddy!" She went on her way laughing the whole length of the corridor.
At breakfast William told them he was getting on with arranging the Norwegian's to come over, which really meant his PA would be doing it. He told Scott he should take Andrew to London and show him the best Capitol in the world. "That will be great sir, i've heard London has electricity AND running water now!" "We do? Well now who would have thought it! You can leave him there Scott. You can't be that desperate." As they left Scott went to his father to hug him as was normal. They were about to go when William called Andrew back. "Come here young man." Andrew did as he was told and got a hug from William. "Thankyou Andrew, thankyou so much. Have a lovely day boys."
They sat in the back of the Jaguar in silence, Thomas was driving them. At last Andrew opened up. "I don't think I have ever been made more welcome, ever and apart from Brenda being in the wrong place at the wrong time, it would be even better!" Scott smiled at him and squeezed his hand and Thomas laughed out loud. Thomas drove them all over London doing the tourist routes. Scott told him as they passed Buckingham Palace thats where his father was Knighted by the Queen and became Sir William. Andrew was so impressed. "Will you go there when you get yours then?" "NO! It's just handed down, but I wont take it anyway. I don't see the point in inheriting your fathers title when you have done nothing to deserve it." "He has promised it to me Mister Scott." Thomas said and laughed. "You deserve it Thomas after all the years you have worked for him. It could not have been easy." No matter how many times he was told not to call Scott, Mister, or William, Sir and of course Jean, Lady, he refused and was the only person to get away with it. "You have met Thomas's wife haven't you Andrew?" "Have I?" "Yes, it's Brenda!" Poor sod both Scott and Thomas bust themselves. "Christ I hate you lot." More of the same. "Don't worry Mister Andrew, Brenda has only told the whole village." Andrew loved being called Mister!
Scott got Thomas to drop them off near Compton Street in Soho and arranged to phone an hour before they wanted to be met. "Now my man, let me show you one of the gayest areas of London, welcome to Soho. Keep hold of my hand someone may try to snatch you off of me." Scott needed to have fun as well as wander around Soho and told Andrew that they were now in competition and see how many guys they could stop and chat to by just saying hello to them. One point for each guy or guys who stops and one point off, for a refusal. Scott showed him how. As the streets were packed with lots of guys there was a lot to approach. A really handsome guy was walking towards them and Scott smiled and said "hi, how are you?" The guy smiled back and walked on. "Fuck!" Andrew creased up! "Now lets check the score. Oh! Minus one me thinks Mister Scott!" Scott called him a rude name but to add insult to injury Andrew scored two points straight away when he greeted two guys who stopped to chat. "I,m going to enjoy this, looser. By the way what's the prize?" Scott was miffed and said. "I get your ass if I win or you get my cock up it if I don't." "Piss off. I will think of something. Something you wont like, I hope."
They shopped, went for a meal, had a couple of drinks and just enjoyed being together. Andrew liked Soho a lot particularily as after an hour and a half he was leading the compitition by 4 points to 2. Scott was getting worried because he knew they only had an hour left as he had booked tickets at the Prince Edward to see ABBA the musical stage play of the group. Andrew did not know that and the bugger was well ahead. At that very moment he scored two more points as the guys he smiled at stopped and asked them if they would like to go back to their place for a foursome! Try as he might Andrew refused to share the points! 6-2. I have to cheat Scott thought.
It was nearly time to go to the theatre and they were strolling slowly towards it in the hope of scoring more points, well Scott was. Andrew already thought it was a no contest. Scott then spotted 5 guys walking towards them and every one quite, to very good looking. "Bet you can't." "Fucking sure I can looser. It's obvious who the guys here think who is the best stud. One of America's finest that's me." Oh you fucking prat Scott thought to himself. As the group approached Scott made sure Andrew would open his mouth by telling him he had no chance. "They would for me Andrew, but it's your choice, go for it." "Just watch the Master and learn." Just as the lads were passing, Andrew said to them in his best made up American gay accent. "Hi guys hope your having a great day. I just LOOOOVE Soho and your English police!" It was so cringe worthy Scott wished he could hide down a drain somewhere. "Fuck off you ponce, you want some of this?" The speaker raised a fist and glared at Andrew. Scott grabbed him and got them both away. He was creased up! "I do think that's minus five points Mister Andrew? Now let me see. Yep I do think 2-1 to me and my love the game is over. Time for the show." Scott lead him into the theater.
They sat in the their box drinking wine and waiting for the show to start. "You knew that was going to happen didn't you?" "Yep and thanks by the way." "How did you know?" "The West Ham football hats and scarves were a big clue sweetmeat. They are a great bunch of guys, but not that particularly gay orientated." "You bastard and you encouraged me to speak to them." "All's fair in war my dear. Now, your prize or mine?" "Yours I guess, still it saves me having to buy duck tape!" "I love you so much Andrew. Fuck, I do love you." Andrew looked at Scott and just smiled at the person who had changed his life. He took Scott's hand and kissed it. There was no need to say anything at all.
"Hello you two. Had a good day?" "Yes William, a very good day thank you. I just loooove Soho and your English police!" William looked at Scott somewhat confused. "Don't worry Dad, he is getting used to us. We have had a brilliant day. I'm shattered and we must go to bed soon. How was your day?" I bet you do, William thought. "It's been a good day thanks. I have arranged meetings here for Monday. There will be 10 coming for dinner and we will have a couple of days to get everything sorted out. I am afraid you will have to put up with some English stuffiness Andrew. It will be full dinner dress. Scott will sort everything out. Jean always insisted we dress formally when we entertained business people for dinner and I wont change that." William got the whisky out and poured out three glasses. He had no idea that Andrew had never drunk the stuff and Andrew was too polite to refuse. After three of them, all doubles, Andrew was suffering a bit and Scott had to take him to bed. "Goodnight Dad, see you tomorrow." "Goodnight boys, sleep well." Father and son looked at one another and both knew that they were getting through all that had happened, but they also knew they could not do it without each other and without saying so, Andrew was helping both of them more than he could ever know. Andrew waved to William and said, "sheep well." Scott took him to their room, stripped him naked and put him to bed. Andrew fell fast asleep. He climbed in behind him and wrapped his arms around his body. He held on to him as his mind went back to the attack and that dreadful time when his mother had been murdered by the very people he now hoped to challenge with a ship that could take them on.
He had not been able to cry as he felt he had to stay strong and be there for his father who was near to death. It had been weeks before his father pulled through and then when William was able to comprehend the enormity of it all, Scott had to go through the whole situation again as though it had just happened the day his father woke up. Scott had had support, but no one close enough to allow him to let go and grieve for his mother. William could not be aware of what his son had gone through at the time it was all happening. How could he?
But now he had Andrew who loved him and he was now holding onto. At long last, he could let go, but in fact he had no choice. It was as though flood gates opened with no chance of them being closed. Scott, after almost a year of silent grief was not able to control his emotions any longer. He didn't cry, he sobbed his heart out and as he sobbed so his body reacted uncontrollably. As soon as Scott began to sob, Andrew was instantly awake and he knew exactly what it was all about. He turned and wrapped his strong arms around Scott and held him tight. Scott was safe and knew he could let out all that he needed to and for the next hour, with Andrew holding him, he could at long last cry for the loss of his mother. Scott finally fell asleep, not through tiredness, but exhaustion. He was spent out and could not stay awake any longer. He had the support he needed and it was as if a huge burden had been lifted and he could, at last, get the lot out. He would know as soon as he woke up the next morning it was because of Andrew he was at last able to bury all that had happened that day. For the first time since they had been together it was Scott who turned round and was held by Andrew.
Scott opened his eyes, turned and looked straight into Andrew's. "Say sorry and your dead." Andrew lent forward and gently kissed him. "There is no need to talk unless you want to, but i'm guessing you did all you needed last night." "Thank you, thank you so much. It's all done now thanks to you. Do I look a mess?" His eyes were stinging. Andrew was about to get things back to normal. "Actually I think you look slightly better than normal. A mess yes, but for you it's an improvement!" Scott didn't have any fight in him so instead he pulled them hard together and stayed like that until it was time to get up.
As soon as they went into the kitchen William looked at his son and knew instantly what had happened. He glanced at Andrew who smiled at William and raised his thumb at him. All is well he was saying. "Good morning you lazy sods. We have a lot to do and you two need to go and get dress suits." William did not raise the subject of the Jean and just talked about general stuff, like Cricket which he knew would fastinate Andrew! It did back fire a bit as Andrew was quite interested. "You are either being genueinly honest or incredibly polite Andrew, but I must say if you are interested, you are the first American I have ever met who is!" "Take your pick sir, i'm not saying." They were all relaxed and soon afterwards the boys got ready to go out. "Not claiming your prize then?" Andrew asked. "Wait until bed time my precious, wait until bed time." Scott did not know Andrew had been awake most of the night.
After going and ordering suits they wandered around town window shopping. "Fancy another competition Scott?" "No chance I had to cheat to win yesterday and i'm running out of luck. He's nice though." Scott got a dig in the ribs and the subject was forgotten. As they passed a jewellers shop Andrew turned to Scott. "Fuck off and get a coffee, i'm going in here. And without waiting for a reply Andrew went into the shop. "Yes Mister Andrew, sure Mister Andrew. Kiss your ass Mister Andrew?" An elderly lady passing him gave him such a look.
Andrew had every cross laid out in front of him and found the one he liked. A gold medium sized cross and chain. "I like this one. I will take two, if you have them?" The assistant smiled at him. "As it happens we do sir. They are our best, a wise choice if I may say so. That will be £150 thankyou sir." Andrew did a mental calculation and was happy he could more than cover the cost. "Each sir."
After dinner they went into the garden and sat down with their drinks, but Andrew was getting very tired and made his excuses saying he was going to bed. Scott of course thought he was going to perpare himself ready to give him his prize. He winked at Andrew as he left. William cleared his throat. "Scott I think you will find Andrew fast asleep when you go to bed son, he looks shattered. I think he must have been awake for a long time last night. By the look of you this morning it told me you had a bit of an emotional time. I'm getting to know Andrew quite well now and if you had a problem, he would have comforted you." Scott was suddenly ashamed of himself. Why the hell did I not think of that. He cussed himself. "Christ Dad I think you are right, trust me to only think of myself." "Hey! Enough of that, but it maybe your turn to look after Andrew. Go up and I will see you both tomorrow." After hugs Scott ran upstairs. His father was spot on. He went to Andrew's side of the bed. He was indeed fast asleep looking as beautiful as only Andrew could Scott thought. Scott had a shower and climbed gently into bed behind Andrew trying not to wake him. Even though Andrew was fast asleep he snuggled back into Scott as soon as he got behind him and gave out a sigh as Scott put his arms around him. As he cuddled Andrew his thoughts went back to Iceland and the first time he had seen him in the hotel and two days before they slept together.
He had looked over at a group of young people and at the same time this really handsome guy looked at him. It became obvious that who ever he was was thinking the same about Scott. They kept looking from time to time and at last Scott sent a smile across the room. The smile was returned. Scott excused himself and went over to the guy. "Hello, i'm Scott." "Hi, i'm Andrew, i'm American." "Never mind, it's still nice to meet you!" And that was it and now they were locked together, in mind and body.
I don't need any prize. I have the biggest and best prize of all right here in my arms. Scott laid behind Andrew and hung onto him until finally, he too fell asleep.
Monday evening came and Scott and Andrew had just got out of the shower. They had picked the dinner suits up earlier and now stood in front of one another just with pants on. Both were loving what they saw. Andrew grinned at Scott and told him to sit on the bed. He went to his bedside draw and took out a small box and handed it to Scott. "I hope you like this." Scott opened it and saw the cross and loved what was inside. It could have been anything, but because it had come from Andrew made it even better. Andrew took it out and put it around Scott's neck. He stood back and admired it. "Looks great. Do you like it?" "Honestly I do and thankyou so much. I will always have something of you with me." Scott stood up and kissed Andrew. "Ok, put this round me please." And he took the second box out. They looked at one another. "You don't think it's a bit over the top do you?" Andrew was having doubt's. "NO my sweetfuck, we look great." "We have lots of time for you to get your prize Scott." "Andrew I have the best prize of all, you, but i'm still going to fuck you though!" It was some time before they stopped laughing!
Scott put Andrew on his back and laid on top of him and kissed him all the way down his body. He raised up slightly and took Andrew's and then his own pants off. They were both worked up and it was not long before Andrew's legs were far apart with Scott's manhood pushing at Andrew's back door. Just one thrust and he was inside him and in one slow and gentle push both of them were joined together. Scott adjusted himself so that he could wrap his arms around Andrew's neck and kiss him whilst he withdrew his cock to the opening and then push back in again. Each time Scott entered Andrew the nearer he got to the time when he would explode into him and the nearer he got the harder he kissed Andrew and breathed deeply through his nose. Finally he arrived and told Andrew he was coming and with three more thrusts he let go and gave his love everything he had. Andrew could feel each shot fire into him which almost made him off load as well. After Scott had recovered enough, Andrew got behind him and was soon delivering his entire length into Scott's tight tunnel. Andrew had been so worked up during the time Scott was inside him, it did not take him very long. As he got closer the faster he went and very soon was calling out to Scott that he was on his way. Andrew's cock suddenly swelled. "Scott i'm coming" and with that he delivered an huge load into Scott via four massive shots. The next few minutes were spent in recovery with arms and legs around each other and of course kissing very tenderly. They held hands as they went for yet another shower and finally got dressed and went to meet the visitors. During the whole evening they would glance at each other and grin loving the fact that both had something of the other inside him.
William looked up as he saw the boys come down the stairs together. "Oh God Jean if only you could see these two." He wheeled himself over to them and greeted his son and Andrew. "Very smart boys." And smiled with pride. Sir William didn't look so bad himself respendant in his Senior Captain's uniform with the sash of the Knight of the Garter, the enblem on his left breast and two more medals on his chest. Andrew thought he looked magnificent. The visitors arrived together and the whole hall was a buzz with conversation and introductions. Thomas and Brenda were greeting everyone and handing out drinks. Scott looked across at Andrew and saw him in conversation with a US Naval Commander in full dress uniform. Scott smiled to himself as Andrew appeared to be so relaxed and enjoying all that was going on. Thomas announced dinner and they all went into the dinning room. As they went in William spoke to Scott. "Take my seat Scott, i'm sitting in Mum's." They all sat down and Scott was pleased to find that Andrew was sitting at his right side. It was William's doing. He looked down the length of the table and smiled a thankyou to his father. A huge one came back. It was a very long dinner as the whole group were engaged in disgussing the progress and converstion of the ship. They went into a lot of detail about the strengthening of the hull and superstructure as well as the cost, it was huge. William waved that aside. "As Scott has already said he wants to make the ship as strong as a safety cell and I won't have any less. The crews safety and well being will be our paramount priority. Lets move on." They did and every aspect of the convertion was discussed and got William's approval. "What do you think of all this Adam?" Adam was the US Commander. "On the whole I think it's a great idea if for no other reason it will provide direct protection for your ships William. You have the means and good luck to you although I do think that if you put armed security on board your ships it would be a lot cheaper. Personally I would arm her if it could be done and hope to blast them all out of the water, just my opinion of course and not US policy! The tide has begun to turn because of the international naval involvement, but I guess this is going to go on until some stability can be sought by those countries involved in piracy."
"There are currently 11 ships and over 144 crew being held ransom and if we can stop my fathers ships adding to that number all well and good, but not only that the Jean Peterson will be able to go to the assistance to any ship and crew who maybe in trouble where ever we sail. Ok, we cannot have weapons, but we are going to have tear gas and stun grenades and with those we can attack THEM before they get into range with their weapons." Scott said.
"I know it's bloody stupid, but did you know that there is a risk that if a pirate was shot and injured or killed, even in self defence, there could be a claim against you? It could be very difficult to prove in court it was self defence." Mike, one of the legal guys said. "Bloody world has gone PC mad." William was not happy.
"Look, I am convinced with all the measures we will have in place, boarding us will be very difficult and if anyone did manage it the water cannons will blast the buggers back off. Not only that it will take them a very long time to break in, if indeed they could. No i'm happy that we will be safe enough. My main defence will be the radio contolled helicopter. Not only will I be able to positivly indentify them and track them to see what their intentions are, but if I use tear gas and stun grenades I can defend the ship and not injure one pirate, it may give them a headache and sour eyes, but who cares."
"You can carry shot guns Scott and I don't mean 12 bore either. You could have single barrel semi automatic guns to be used as a crew activity provided you have a clay pigeon trap. You find two that you want and I will get the required paper work." Scott would look into that tomorrow.
They carried on talking for an other hour and at the end of it just about every thing had been agree and the legal people would get back about the use of tear gas and stun grenades and confirm one way or the other. Mike told them that Tasers and Pepper spray would be allowed. "Oh good, that will scare the shit out of them Mike!" They all laughed at that. "Anything eles Scott?" His father asked. "Yes, two things. First, dispite the weapons issue what we do have is surprise. They wont know what the ship is capable of, all they will see is a trawler and not know that she will be able to defend herself in the way she will be equipt. They can shoot at us all day and it will make little difference, even hit us with RPG's. They will also not know that she will be capable of 20+ knots and will be extreamly manoverable. Nothing is for certain, but we will be as secure as it's possible to be. Dad, Andrew and I have discussed every angle, even having life rafts on board to throw to them if their boats are sunk by us flooding them. We know that covers our obligation to international maritine law. We will also be able to bring on board any one who for some reason is injured and treat them. Our whole aim is to defend my fathers and other ships and I am convinced we can." Andrew was looking at Scott as if to ask, "when the fuck did I have a conversation about any of this?" He smiled at Scott as if to thank him for involving him in the proceedings. "And secondly, we will have Andrew on board and he scares the shit out of me, so they have no chance!" The guests politely laughed their heads off and Scott was done. William smiled broadly at his son and not for the first time was completely sure of what he was about to announce.
"Right, anyone eles before we wrap this up?" Andrew opened his mouth and before he said anything the whole group was looking at him. Scott touched his foot with his to encourage him. "Yes Andrew." William invited. "Well sir this is not exactly my idea because I read about something like this on line. Is it practical to consider that if the weapons issue was resolved and the Jean Peterson could be armed, would it not be a thought to have them put on board a Royal Naval ship and transfered them to us when we got on station. That would mean the Jane Peterson would be unarmed whilst sailing through territorial waters. We would then hand them back when we have completed a tour?" "Bloody good idea Andrew The problem of litigation remains, but something to think about." Mike said. They then agreed to meet again tomorrw morning at 10. "And that gentelmen completes this meeting, we all know the next steps, lets just do it, but there is one more thing." Everyone was looking at William. He cleared his throat and smiled down the table at Scott.
"This meeting finishes my direct involvement in the conversion of the Jean Peterson, from now on all communication will be done through Scott who will become her Captain, but not on completion of her, I mean as of this moment." Scott looked at his father wide eyed. William carried on still looking at his son. "I have a letter in my hand written by my most senior and respected Captains, Bob Taylor who was Captain during the attack on his ship when I lost my wife and Scott his mother. You could hear a pin drop. He read out the letter detailing to William exactly what went on during the attack and Scott's actions as soon as he realised they were in trouble. It went on at some length and the longer it did the more uncomfortabe Scott became. It was highly complimentry. Scott felt Andrew's foot against his. Scott looked at him and both smiled at one another. Andrew, was ahead of Scott, he guessed what was coming. Bob Taylor finished his letter by saying, "Sir William, Mr Peterson acted on that day as you would expect all your Captains to act. During the voyage from England to Cyprus Mr Peterson proved and gained his Navagators qualification. But on the second leg of that voyage he, in my opinion proved himself as a Captian and I recommend him for promotion. I Sir, with respect ask you to consider that recommendation. Senior Captain Robert Taylor. The room was quiet. William put the letter down and looked once again at Scott. Everyone could see the pride in his eyes. "Welcome aboard Junior Captain Perterson and congratulations!" Scott, stood and went to his father, they hugged and shook hands. William whispered to Scott, "go to your room son, there is something waiting for you."
Scott opened his bedroom door and saw the uniform spread out on the bed. He went to it and looked at the dark blue uniform and the three full width gold rings and one half width signifiying Junior Captain. On the sleeves was the insignia of the company logo above the rings, two gold crossed anchors. Beside that was his hat with the gold braid around the peak. There were three grades of Captain in his fathers company, Junior Captain, Captain and Senior Captain. William and Bob Taylor were the only Senior Captains. Regardless of grade though, they were all addressed as Captain. He got dressed, it was a perfect fit and went back down to the dining room, his hat tucked under his left arm. Brenda and Thomas were waiting by the door. Thomas, full of pride came to him and shook his hand. "Well done Captain Scott, congratulations." Brenda gave him a huge hug, "Oh my word you look handsome. Well done Scott, we are so very proud of you. Don't you look the Daddy!" That relaxed Scott no end. "Ready Captain Peterson?" "Ready Thomas." Thomas knocked loudly on the door and opened it. "Gentlemen, may I present Captain Scott Peterson!"
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