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THE THIRD EMPIRE
by Macout Mann
XVI
Three days later, the Dauntless leaves on the first leg of its round-the-world tour. First to Bordeaux, then Aveiro (Portugal), Cadiz, Skikda (Algeria), Napoli, and finally Haifa.
The routine is the same at each port. The rail is manned as the ship arrives, everyone in dress uniform. Colors are shifted when the anchor drops or when lines to the dock are secured. Then there is an arrival ceremony, when local officials come aboard to welcome the ship and its crew.
Normally a frigate doesn't carry a band, but on these "show-the-flag-around-the world" cruises, a band is aboard to participate in arrival ceremonies, to play the empire's anthem followed by the provincial anthem at quarters each morning, and to play a concert at each port of call.
Most visits last three days, allowing a liberty for each of the ship's three watches. Otherwise, shipboard activities are pretty routine, training and keeping the bucket shipshape.
At Bordeaux, Flavius is sent out on shore patrol. The contingent, usually consisting of one officer, a chief petty officer, and two ratings, is primarily there to remind the group on liberty not to get too fucked up. They make themselves visible in the areas where the liberty party is most likely to frolic; and when some white hat gets too rowdy and are apprehended by the local constabulary, the shore patrol takes control and gets them back to the ship for non-judicial punishment.
Flavius is an extra man, but doing shore patrol is part of his and Olafus' training. Leading the group is Flavius' immediate supervisor, the UOC officer, Lt. (jg) Taylor. The chief boatswain's mate, a first class rocketman, and a second class communications mate make up the rest of the patrol. The chief entertains the others with many sea stories about his earlier experiences on shore patrol. Mr. Taylor encourages him, and Flavius is fascinated.
On their patrol, Flavius learns which bars are safest to visit and where the whore houses are. There are male and female cathouses, and this being France, even places where johns can fuck small boys. These, however, are off limits to naval personnel. Once back on the ship, Flavius can share his knowledge both with fellow officers and enlisted members of the operations division. Interestingly, despite everyone having as much sex as they want on shipboard, most sailors want to sample what's available in port. A lot of the men want to check out pussies.
The cruise continues. In Algeria, Olafus is assigned shore patrol duty. He is amazed to discover how mores in Northern Europe differ from those in North Africa.
While the Dauntless is in Algeria, Rushdi reaches Oslo. There is still one small mosque there. He approaches the mullah, claiming to be a peaceful believer in the prophet, "blessed be his name," and claims to have been a lowly porter back in Greater Israel. He says he needs work.
The mullah puts him in touch will a fellow Arab who assists in finding a job for Rushdi. After several attempts Rushdi is overjoyed to be hired as a maintenance man at the Royal Palace. Allah be praised.
He quickly gains the confidence of his superiors and is able to learn that the Crown Prince of Norway is aboard Dauntless and will soon be visiting Haifa. His co-conspirators decide that a double assassination may be possible. While checking out that possibility, they come to the attention of Securitas.
Haifa is the principal naval base in Greater Israel. The ship will remain for a full week to replenish and prepare for the second leg of its voyage. The arrival ceremony is especially elaborate, since the Prime Minister of Greater Israel is coming aboard. There are ruffles and flourishes, the playing of the Anthem of the Empire and "Hatikvah," the Israeli Anthem. The empire's anthem is "God of our Fathers," which had been the National Hymn of the American Republic. It was chosen because the text makes no reference to a particular diety.
The ceremonies over, Mr. Taylor becomes Officer of the Deck and routine returns to the Dauntless. An hour later a subaltern approaches the gangplank.
"Permission to come aboard?"
"Permission granted," Taylor responds.
"I'm looking for Midshipmen Oldenburg and Johnson." The subaltern is Lucius.
"Take this gentleman aft to junior officers' quarters," Taylor orders a seaman.
The watertight door leading to the JOQ is open. The seaman taps on it, salutes and says, "This gentleman is looking for Mr. Oldenburg and Mr. Johnson."
"Lucius!" Flavius shouts. He rushes to embrace his friend as the seaman hastily retreats. Lucius is dragged into the compartment, introduced to the officers who happen to be there, and is then led over to Flavius bunk, where he is also greeted by Olafus.
"What on earth are you doing here?" both middies want to know.
"No big thing," Lucius answers. "Read that you were arriving. Got permission to come visit. It's only a half hour up here from Tel Aviv by rocketrain. And shit, guys, I've missed you two. Especially this." He reaches for Flavius' dong.
"Hell, man," Olafus chimes in. "A dick's a dick."
"Well, I guess when you've been through some of the stuff Lucius and I have, some dicks are more desirable than others," Flavius says. He reaches for Lucius and feels his pole harden.
"You got that right," Lucius says.
The three young men settle into a passionate mélange that is generally ignored by others in the compartment. Flavius had been really touched by Lucius' sentiments. He hadn't realized until now that he felt the same way. Lucius is like the brother he had never had. He took Lucius dick into his mouth with special tenderness, and he makes sure that later he is the meat in the sandwich and Lucius is the one ramming his ass. As Lucius' rod slips in and out, he experiences an ecstasy like never before.
While the three friends are having fun below, a chief quartermaster surveys the pier from the flying bridge. He had come aboard while the ship was in Portsmouth with special orders that largely gave him free reign whenever the ship was in port. Since senior chief petty officers are pretty much laws unto themselves, his activities ashore didn't attract a whole lot of attention from the other members of the crew.
Right now, he is watching two Arabs who seem to be paying too much attention to the Dauntless. He notifies a Securitas agent ashore to keep an eye on them. Since they return to the pier several times, they are put under permanent surveillance.
Lucius remains aboard for dinner. It is Flavius' watch's turn for liberty, and he and Lucius spend an evening on "the beach" enjoying what Haifa has to offer. Before the week is over, Mr. Taylor arranges a special liberty for the middies, so they can travel to Tel Aviv and enjoy an evening with Lucius.
He introduces them to another subaltern, a dude from Liberia, "who has the biggest dick any of us have ever seen," he says. "Fortunately, he likes to have smaller ones up his ass, and won't force his on anybody who's afraid to take it."
Tel Aviv, it turns out, is a lot more swinging town than Haifa. Too bad it's not a port.