Chapter 7

We watched as the sun went down, the sea around us becoming black very quickly, we were strictly on compass heading for where Rachel thought Grenada was. Emma and I continually scanned the horizon for lights of any kind, the engine continued to rumble at low speed saving as much fuel as we could. I thought of the idea that an island like Grenada would cast a glow on the horizon, but Rachel said, "Places like Grenada aren't like US cities, they don't have a lot of buildings that throw off a lot of neon or other light, you may not see anything, especially if the sky is overcast."

By two am, everybody was asleep except for Rachel and I. We kept each other awake by talking, "So how did you two come to land on that island," she asked. I related the story of how we went to Trinidad to help build a school, went to a party on someone's boat cops pulled up along side, Emma says someone bumped her trying to dump their weed overboard, she fell overboard, I saw her, jumped in to save her, we both swam to a dingy behind the boat, someone untied the rope on the boat, next thing we know, is that we were drifting. Both of us thought we'd just drift back to shoe, yeah, we drifted back to shore all right, just not the one where we started from." "You drifted a long way," replied Rachel. Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, "When you're out in a little boat like that, you have no way to tell how far you've gone." "So what's your story?" I asked. "My folks are divorced, mom's off in Europe with her boyfriend, dad let's me do pretty much what I want, as long as my grades are good. We took off from school on break, dad keeps his boat down in Georgetown in the Caymans, at his friends place, we got bored, took it out, mainly so we could fuck around and party. The second day we were out, a fishing boat flagged us, said their pump had stopped working, and their radio was out, so without thinking we pulled up along side, next thing we knew, they were pointing guns at us, took over the boat took us to your island and were going to rape and kill us."

Shaking my head, I replied, "Not good, not good at all, good thing we were there." Rachel nodded a grim expression on her face. "What do you think your dad will do when he finds out," I asked. "I'm sure he knows already she said. "Once he gets over being mad at me for taking his boat without permission, he'll probably hire a bunch of operator types to come down here and hunt pirates for awhile." "That sounded interesting," I thought. "So what will they do, arrest any pirates they catch and take 'em to jail." Rachel laughed, "Are you serious? Any pirates they catch they'll throw overboard, shoot one, and let the others kick around until the sharks arrive. Considering what they were going to do to us, they deserve it."

"You say these are people your dad knows?" I asked. Shaking her head Rachel said, "Daddy doesn't know them, however a friend of his does, dad just writes the check." We didn't speak for a few minutes until Rachel suddenly blurted out, "Shit, we're runnin' on fumes, might as well pour that last gallon you have in the tank before the fuel filter clogs up." I went to the rear of the boat where I had stowed the diesel fuel, and poured the remaining fuel into the tank. Back up on the bridge, Rachel said, "Won't be long now, that gallon won't get us very far, then we just drift, and hope there aren't any more pirates around." A few moments passed, then Rachel softly said, "Come here," I looked at her silhouette in the darkness and replied, "Huh?" "You heard me." I moved closer, and Rachel put her arms around me, and quietly said, "I know Emma's your girl, and all, but when I think of what could have happened to us…" With that, she pulled my face to hers, our lips crashed together, and our tongues quickly discovered each other's mouths.

We passionately kissed, and embraced as the boat motored on. The next thing I knew, Rachel had locked the wheel down and perched herself up on the part of the console where there were no controls, quickly pulling her cutoffs down she had my shorts down as well. Grabbing my cock, she pulled me onto her, and guided my dick inside her. We kissed and fucked with an intensity I've never experienced before, not even With Emma. As she climaxed, her fingers dug into my back just as I exploded inside of her. All too soon, it was over, we kissed a little longer, before each of us put our clothes back on, and tried to pretend nothing had happened. "Thank you for saving my life," she whispered in my ear.

I picked up my binoculars and no sooner trained them on the horizon when I spotted lights on our port side, distant and faint, they were defiantly lights form a town, and not another boat. "Shit!," I gasped, "Look over there." Pointing to where the lights were, I handed the binoculars to Rachel, who studied my discovery. "That's a town all right," she replied, "Question is what town, but at this point, who gives a fuck, you'd better get those guns you brought on board hidden real good, and wake everybody up." Emma and the other girls squealed with delight when I announced we had lights in the distance, rushing up to the deck to see. Emma started to go topside, then stopped, and looked at me acting like she was waiting for me to do something, I looked at her momentarily, then continued with my task of hiding the guns. Emma stood there just looking at me and waiting, then when she realized I wasn't going to kiss or hug her, she continued to the top deck.

I felt like a heel, but I accepted the moment Rachel and I spent together as just that, a special moment, it was just one of those times when everything "clicked," we took advantage of it. Rachel, in her realization of how close she and her friends had come to a miserable death expressed it in the only way she could. We couldn't use the radio, as the pirates had smashed it, but we were getting nearer now, perhaps ten or twelve miles out, it was a race now, with the tiny amount of fuel left in the fuel tank being the deciding factor. Rachel had throttled down to almost a stop, just enough to keep our boat moving forward. I was below decks finishing up hiding the guns, when somebody called out "Boat approaching!" "Looks like a patrol boat of some kind," said Jenna, who was watching with binoculars. Taking them from her, I took a look, it was a patrol boat, I could not tell whose flag it was flying, but in a few more moments, they were on us. Just as they started to come along side of us, the motor quit.

"Are you in trouble?" came the hail from the boat. "Yes!" we all shouted, "We escaped from pirates," I shouted, "We're out of fuel, who are you?" A sailor shouted back with a bullhorn, "This is the patrol boat Levera from the Grenadian coast guard, we are coming aboard!" I kinda wished now that I hadn't hidden those guns, but it was too late now, the sailors threw ropes at us which I tied off on cleats, three men then came aboard, the one who was in charge introduced himself as the first mate, and looked at me closer, then turned to Emma, and said, "Say, you're those kids they were looking for down Trinidad way." I nodded, whereby he turned to his boat and shouted, "Captain! Those two kids they were looking for are on board!" He asked our names, then after telling him, he shouted them back at his captain. We then explained who we all were, our escape from the pirates, with a "cleaned up" version, at this point, nobody was talking about killing pirates. I also noticed that Rachel made sure they understood that this was her father's boat, and that the pirates didn't have it long enough to do anything with it. They seemed to accept the explanation, then re-boarded their craft and prepared to tow us to St. George's.

While we were being towed, everybody stayed calm, working on a "sanitized" version of how we escaped from the pirates.

Once we tied up in St. George's, the authorities only made a cursory inspection of the boat, when asked if there were any weapons aboard, we coyly replied, "There weren't any on board when we escaped, the pirates all had them. Among other things, we learned that a major search effort was under way for Emma and I until the hurricane came up, then it was dropped, as everybody felt we simply couldn't have survived it in open water. Everybody's parents were alerted, and arrangements were being made to put us up at a local hotel, until they came.

Emma and I explained to the authorities how we drifted in the dingy, washing ashore on the island, and our subsequent survival. We learned that a Zodiac boat had been found, drifting at sea with three dead men in it. They were all bloated up from the sun and cause of death couldn't be determined, (lucky us) We professed no knowledge of them, and when asked, stuck to the story we all agreed on.

The girls were captured by the pirates just as it really happened, tied up and taken to the island where they were to be raped, and killed, then as Rachel added, "I heard them talking about waiting for their other boat to arrive so they could salvage my father's boat, before sinking it." By cleverly combining elements of the truth and omitting certain "details," we explained in detail what had happened. I had been out hunting, with a spear, when two pirates "jumped" me. I took off running, and was able to hide behind a fallen palm. The pirates, not seeing me drop behind the tree, continued on the trail. I explained that the it was a game trail made by the hogs and goats on the island, and then it took a sharp drop down a steep bank, but there was a large root sticking out just below the crest. Apparently, the first pirate tripped, and went over, his friend stopping, but I rushed him and drove my spear into his back. I then recovered their weapons, two AK's, Emma and I then discovered the girls tied up on the beach, the pirates getting ready to have their fun. Emma stepped out of the jungle naked, to distract them, then took off running. The pirates started to give chase, whereby, I was able to gun them down, which was basically, what happened.

The girls didn't have to say too much, as they were tied up and just claimed all they heard was a lot of shooting, then Emma and I coming forward, and rescuing them. Naturally, none of us knew where the island was, supposedly, a search was made for the island, but Emma and I never heard any more about it. Our stories seemed to satisfy the coast guard, when asked what we did with the weapons, I told them they were out of ammo and in fact, one of them had a round stuck in the chamber, so I threw them overboard when we took the small boat out to the cabin cruiser.

By the time we were able to sleep and get cleaned up at the hotel, our parents had arrived. During all the commotion, I was able to talk privately with Jenna's dad as well as Mr. Bailey about the guns I had found, and what I wanted to do with them. Having rescued their daughters, both fathers were more than willing to "take care" of things. "All I want are at least one carbine and one .45, I'd like the M16 as well, but since they are full auto I'd be content with just the carbine and pistol, plus whatever Mr. Goodman, Jenna's father could get for them, seeing as he knew the most about them.

About a month later, I received an unmarked crate arriving by truck freight, containing my carbine, the .45, and surprisingly, the M16. Two days later, I received a certified check via Fed-Ex, with a letter from Mr. Goodman. The check was for $25,500.00, with the letter stating that all these weapons were WWII vintage made by Winchester, as well as Rock-Ola the jukebox manufacturer. Mr. Goodman went on to explain that He was buying the rest of the carbines as well as the pistols, and would sell them at his convenience, and that he had also sold the AK's to a class three dealer. Apparently carbines made by Winchester, and Rock-Ola, were highly sought after by collectors.

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