Boarded

Boarded
Abduction of a Family at Sea
By Greg




The early rays of sunrise beamed through the small port window flashing across Kelly’s face. She slowly raised her hand and fumbled with the small curtain trying to block the light. After just a couple minutes the rays seemed to creep around and find another slit to flash through. Kelly finally roused from her sleep, and realized the game was useless. The gentle rocking of the boat that had put her to sleep was now beckoning her awake.

Sitting up, Kelly pulled back the sliding curtain that partitioned off her little berth. Her brother’s just across the narrow passageway was still closed. His bunk was on the shaded side away from the morning sun. The familiar creaking of the rigging and the gentle swaying of the hull was inviting her up topside to welcome in a new day. Quietly she pushed open the hatch door and made her way up on deck. The seat cushions were still damp, so she grabbed a towel that had been hung on a line. Polishing a spot dry, she nestled into a comfortable position with her knees drawn up against her chest.

The morning breeze had not kicked up yet. The boat just rolled slowly as the sea-anchor tugged at it from behind. No real land was visible. Only a few small islands dotted the horizon. Kelly sat quietly savoring the fresh smell of the ocean early in the day. She knew her dad would be up soon and this quiet time alone would end. She reflected on the past 2 days.

This was the family’s yearly trek to Nassau to visit with her parent’s friends. Her dad was a successful insurance broker in Coral Gables. He had spent his life developing a prosperous business. His success had allowed the Machens to enjoy the best of southern Florida living. Their home in the Alta Vista section of town had everything someone could wish for. Yet, her dad’s pride and joy was the family’s 42’ ketch “Rocking Rose”. Dad had bought it from an associate who was being transferred north. This was the sixth season they had been out with it. All of them had become experienced sailors. Usually the family went on this trip with at least several passengers in tow, and a couple more friends always made the return trip back.

This trip however, had become just a family thing. It was kind of nice not having people sprawled out all over. Even though the sailboat could sleep 8 it required converting the kitchen table to a bunk for two. The main stateroom was forward and boasted the most room. Kelly and her brother Chad had separate quarters if you could call them that. They were little more that two closets along the narrow passageway to the galley. They consisted of a sliding pleated curtain. The space was nothing more than a sleeping bunk hung from the gunwale. There was a little storage under and above, and a little spot for hanging clothing. Each had a reading lamp just above the bunk. Kelly would often sit and read for hours in her little quarters. The small area offered only enough room to stand or sit. The berth didn’t seem quite so small if the curtain was left open. Kellys brothers snoring had begun to bother her. So she kept it pulled closed at night.

Her Mom, Ellen was active at the country club with just about every function that came along. She was in her early-forties, and was the social focus of just about every party.

Tom her dad, was more into building business clientele. His sales pitches never ceased. He worked every party like it was a fresh field of new opportunities. He always ended a conversation with someone by tucking one of his business card into a chest pocket with a “Get with me soon.”


The 4-day trip to Nassau was mostly open water after the second day. Kelly was confident in her father’s sailing skills. Besides, with modern GPS, and marine radios, help was only a call away. This had been a perfect cruise so far and the open water they were headed through today was calm with no weather conditions to worry about.

Kelly heard the “whoosh” from the porta-potty, then the diesel generator kick on. This meant that mom was probably up and was putting on morning coffee. A little bit later Kelly saw her mom come back to just below the hatch and looked up towards her. Kelly sat staring aimlessly off to the horizon.

“Hungry?” Mom called to Kelly.

“You bet!” hollered Chad, still hold up in his bunk.

“You need to get stirring and help your sister with the sea anchor, Bud.” Mom prodded, as she rapped on the drawn curtain of his room.

“Awww.” was the response.

Eventually the pleated curtain rattled, and Chad drew it open. He stepped out standing, and began stretching in an effort to fully awaken. Kelly was in a position on deck to look down through the open hatch and catch a chest down view of her little brother. Chad only wore briefs when he slept. Kelly’s eyes focused on his crotch area. Chad had a noticeable bulge there. Was he was having a morning “woody”? She chuckled. She was in a perfect spot to watch, and not be noticed. Chad threw both arms over his shoulder and arched backward. The material on his briefs almost reached its stretch limit. Kelly eyes were glued to the mound of material hiding his bundled up cock. Kelly could almost make out the outline of the head of his dick.

Mom broke the moment by yelling at Chad to get going, and put something on. Kelly wondered if mom had also noticed his display. Chad was on the baseball team at school, and would probably turn into some gross “jock type” Kelly thought. He already had several girl friends who worshiped him.

Kelly’s style was more laid back. She had been on many dates, but had not let anyone get past heavy petting yet. She wasn’t a prude or anything it was just that no one had really got her interest up for long enough to get intimate with. She knew it wouldn’t be long though. Most of her girlfriends had already had sex, or were “doing it” with their boyfriends. Kelly figured she would not be a virgin much longer. But she wasn’t in any hurry.

Dad was at the table by the time Kelly and Chad had drug in the sea anchor and stowed it. Kelly didn’t like this chore. Dragging in the anchor was gross. The underwater sail held the boat from drifting at night, but it always trapped some unfortunate sea creatures in its rigging. After shaking it out and stowing it, she and Chad made their way to the galley for breakfast.

“Wash hands first.” was her mom’s constant refrain.

Pushing and shoving ensued as both tried to be first to the head to wash up. Dad was just finishing as the two took their regular seats, and scarfed up mom’s offering of scrambled eggs and sliced ham.

Dad was on deck getting the sails set, and his footsteps above their heads were as predictable as the waves. Before they had finished their plates they felt the familiar tug of the main sail jolt the boat to life. The aimless rocking was now replaced with a solid slant as the wind filled the sail and the boat was brought around and on course.

Morning crept by uneventfully as mom worked below stowing clutter, and wiping down the galley area. Things were never clean enough for Ellen. She often wished the others would be more like her. Kelly was orderly but Chad was a slob and left things a mess. Kelly’s berth was already put-away, so Ellen began to straighten up Chad’s bunk area. Kelly and Chad were topside with Tom. The wind was now whistling through the rigging and muffling their voices. Ellen was folding Chad’s bedding up for storage, because with the curtains open, the bunks often doubled as additional seating. As Ellen began folding the sheet, a small wad of tissues dropped to the floor and rolled to a low spot against the wall. Miffed as she was about Chad’s unsanitary practice, Ellen paused to wonder as she picked it up. Chad hadn’t complained about a cold. As she gingerly plucked up the wad, its dense weight caused her to pause. A curious feeling now came over her. She raised the tissue up for a closer look. A large yellow stain coated the center of the wad. Bringing it up close to her face she detected the unmistakable smell of semen. Tom and Ellen had a very active sex life. The taste and smell of a man’s load was not foreign to her.

“That darn kid is masturbating in here at night.” she thought to herself.

She wondered if she should say anything to Tom about this. Ellen carried the wad of tissues to the galley for disposal. Just before she dropped it into the waste can she couldn’t help, just one more sniff “only to be sure.” She was impressed with the obvious amount of the load. Tom’s jism seemed to be a lot, but of course she was not all that experienced to know how much a large orgasm would produce. Chad’s load had obviously had time to dry overnight but was still amazingly heavy. Ellen didn’t know if she should be upset about this or what. She decided not to mention this to anyone. What would she or Tom do about it anyway? Besides, she was just a little proud that her little baby was now turning into such a stud, and was doing “manly” type things.

Ellen heard Tom call from on deck. She felt a subtle shift in direction, as Tom must have switched off the autopilot. Tom was at the wheel as Ellen climbed topside. Kelly and Chad were on their feet. Both had their hands up cupping their eyes to shield the sun. Something out in front had caught their attention.
Ellen turned around and stared out in front also. Probably 2 to 3 miles ahead a boat was visible. There was black smoke trailing away from it.

“There!” Tom said, pointing towards the sparking reflection bouncing of the craft.

“Looks like trouble.” he said.

Tom shifted again a few degrees’ to port, and aligned the bow to center on the distressed craft. Ellen reached for the binoculars just inside the hatch cover, and began sweeping back and forth to locate the vessel. She had to lean way over to avoid the blur caused by looking through the sail rigging. Finally a hull dashed across her view. Focusing in, she could make out an expensive looking pleasure yacht, some 40ft or better. Ellen kept focusing and was able to make out people near the stern. After closing on the craft for a time, she was able to make out the figures of two people standing on the rear deck. They had dark skin and the one woman had on some floppy hat, which she clung on to by holding one hand on top of her head. A trail of black smoke was wafting out from below deck near where the engine compartment probably was.

“I think they are in trouble Tom.” said Ellen

“We will swing by for a closer look.” Tom said sounding very serious now.

“Chad lay out the lines if we have to come along side.” Dad barked.

“Kelly, hang the fenders to port quickly.”

“Ellen, get the fire extinguisher out! “He shouted in quick succession.

Both sprang to their assigned tasks with out hesitation. All knew that emergencies could crop up quickly out on the water, and time was crucial. As the boat neared, Ellen could now clearly see the woman on deck. They had by now, noticed the sailboat approaching. The other person was pointing out the closing sailboat. As they neared the stranded craft, Tom could see they were adrift. No exhaust indicated their engines were shut down. It seemed a fire must have been burning down in the lower deck somewhere. The pair had taken refuge on the deck for fresh air.

Tom aligned the boat to come along side and began dropping sails. Chad skillfully stowed the mainsail and released the jib to slow down. Tom had the engine fired up and was now using prop drive.

They were now only about fifty yards away. The woman on the distressed boat began waving franticly towards them. Chad stayed on the bow and readied the lines. Tom was hoping a male, or another adult would come up from the lower deck of the burning vessel. He was concerned about Chad trying to tie up on the bow by himself. The water was not rough but this was still a tricky maneuver for just two people. No one had yet appeared and they were just about to come along side.

The woman was pointing below, waving frantically and yelling something in Spanish. Tom resigned himself that there might be injuries already, and it would be up to Chad and him to tie-up. Tom guided his craft to just parallel the smoking vessel. Chad lept from the deck to the bow of the other vessel. He was searching for a tie off. Finally, after finding a cleat he was now drawing the two together. Tom was concerned for his own crafts safety, and decided to just loop the stern line around a rail on the other ship. If the fire was out of control he didn’t want to be lashed to the stricken vessel. Tom shifted the engine to idle and handed the loose end of the stern line to Kelly with instructions to be ready to shove off.

Tom leaped over the rail past the distraught woman. He disappeared below into the smoke. Ellen tried to calm the frantic mother. Tom seemed to be gone for an unusually long time. Finally after Ellen had called his name several times, Chad left his post on the bow and began making his way back to the stern. The rails were narrow and Ellen yelled to be careful. Chad disappeared into the smoke below also. The women now just stood waiting. Nothing, Nothing! The time drug by as seconds ticked off. Ellen was now getting worried. What was going on? She began calling for Tom and Chad but nothing was heard. Ellen now started to yell to the woman who was now just standing there. The woman feigned no understanding and stood stupidly still. She didn’t quite seem right, and the smoke seemed to not be getting any worse. Finally, Ellen was beside herself, and yelled to Kelly to pull her up closer to the yacht. Ellen struggled over the pitching gap grabbing the rail. She landed on the other deck, stepping past the woman. Ellen peered into the darkened vessel.

“TOM! CHAD!” She screamed.

No answer. Ellen repeated her calls as she descended the blackened opening leading inside. The smoke was not at dense as it had been now, and she could just make out the source. In the galley-way there was a large metal pan with rags and pieces of foam in it. It had burned down to just a smolder now. Ellen was baffled that some one would have set something like this inside a boat like this. Before her eyes could adjust to the darkness, someone grabbed her from behind. A large hand clamped over her mouth. She was being drug backwards into a darkened room. Someone large seemed to fall on top of her, pinning her to the deck, almost knocking the wind from her. She felt hands on her. Tossing her around, she felt someone else grabbing for her arms and legs. A pair of hands grabbed her skull and held her steady as a wide strip of some type of tape was slapped across her mouth.