"Get those hatch covers on!" the First Mate yelled,
pushing seamen toward the treacherous deck.
"We'll be killed," a young man yelled.
"Then be killed, dam you, but save your ship. Get
those hatch covers on now," he threatened.
Jason, Mat, and Peter reluctantly ran out on deck.
They took the hatch covers and fought the wind and waves to put
them into place. Waves washed over the ship, threatening to wash
the men overboard. Their yellow rain gear wouldn't help to find
them in such a storm, if they did go over the side. Of course
they wouldn't live long in the freezing waters 300 miles off the
costs of Newfoundland.
Below decks a cute little brunette in rain gear sat
with one hand on each side of the tiny toilet, as she tried to
pee without getting the dangerous chemicals splashed into her
pussy. She didn't need toxic shock now, not when all hands were
needed on deck. But nature called, even in a massive storm.
Pee gushed from the tiny pussy into the blue liquid
sloshing below. On some women a pussy was simply a huge ugly
gash between their legs. But on Mandy, it was a tiny,
intricately-carved treasure of great beauty. A perfect replica
of a 12 year old girl, only larger. In addition to being tiny,
her pussy had small delicate lips, a perfectly-rounded mound, and
it was surrounded by clear, unblemished skin. It was neat and
clean, or as sailors were fond of saying, it was eating
At the moment, it was just something that Mandy
peed with. She wiped her small, sparsely haired pussy on a wad
of toilet paper, then stood and began pulling on clothing. She
wiggled into her wet panties, grabbed her wet trousers and pulled
with all her might, while squirming and wiggling like a snake.
It seemed that every particle of wet clothing wanted to stick to
her slender white legs. Her yellow rain trousers were last.
These slid on easily. Snapping the suspenders, she pulled on the
ugly hat and ran up the ladder while snapping the strap beneath
Mandy Baker started to spring out on deck, but the
First Mate grabbed her arm and slammed her back against the
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Out there to help."
"No you're not. I'm not coming back with the only
woman onboard dead or lost at sea. Back down below."
Mandy knew he had a crush on her. Most of the crew
did. She couldn't help it if men found her attractive. She
didn't join the crew to flirt, she simply wanted to work like the
rest of them. And long line fishing was the easiest way to make
a lot of money fast.
"Fuck you," she said, pushing past him. She
immediately regretted her perseverance. A wave hit her full in
the face, smashing her head into the cabin. Her ears rang and
white lights flickered in her eyes. Slowly her vision cleared.
She found herself in the firm grip of the First Mate.
"Th... thanks," she said reluctantly.
"You're welcome. Now get back to work, break's
over," he said, pushing her into the melee.
"You are such an asshole," she screamed as she ran
to help with the hatch covers. She heard a hammer banging away.
The ship was old, made of wood. Nailing was the only way to
guarantee that the covers stayed sealed. She ran forward and
plopped her rounded ass down on a cover. She felt the vibration
of the hammer striking the hatch through her ass and pussy. It
was quite a thrill.
She saw the next wave curling over the ship. She
yelled a warning, then grabbed the edge of the hatch cover. The
wave tried to tear her free, but she held on. The water cleared
and she saw the other three seamen running for cover. She shot
to her feet and ran for the cabin. She had a brief glimpse of
the Captain, up on the bridge staring down at her. He looked
frightened. But there was so much wind and rain in her face, it
was hard to see anything. She could be mistaken. Only the
wildly flickering lightning, lit the deck so she could find her
The First Mate met Mandy at the hatch. "Bilge pump
can't keep up with the water. We need a bailing party right
now," he yelled, pointing below.
"Are we sinking?" she screamed to be heard against
the wind. It was easier for a man's voice to be heard over the
wind, than a woman's.
"Don't sugar coat it on my account," she murmured
as she ran down the ladder. Buckets were being passed out. Her
descent was stopped by a five gallon bucket, half full of water,
being shoved against her chest. She started to hurry up the
stairs, but found the First Mate waiting with his hands out. She
passed the bucket on to him and turned to receive the next. The
first bucket went flying past her face, down to Peter, who was
dipping. He started to complain at being splashed, but stopped
at the First Mate's dark scowl. Mandy handed the next bucket up
the stairs. In a moment it barely missed her face, on the way
back down. She glared and the First Mate signaled that she
should stand back on the right side of the stairs. In a few more
minutes the bailing party was running smoothly. But it wasn't
enough. The water came in around hatches, the gangway near the
front of the ship, and the matching hatch and gangway beneath the
bridge. They were losing the battle.
"Isn't there some kind of emergency pump?" Mandy
"Yes," the First Mate said, as he took the next
"So why aren't we using it?"
"It's on the pier. It needs maintenance."
"This sucks," Mandy said, feeling her fear
intensify. In all likelihood, they were going to die. She knew
that fishing was a dangerous job, but she always believed that it
would claim others, the sloppy or ill-prepared, not her. Her
life was too ordered, too planned to die at such a young age.
"Tired?" the First Mate asked.
"Take a break."
"Not unless everyone else does."
"We will, one at a time. You're first."
"Oh," Mandy said, collapsing on the stairs.
"Not there, up on the bridge. Give the Captain a
report on our status, and get some coffee into you, it will be a
"What IS our status?"
"Fucking grave. I think there's a hole somewhere.
The holds are half full, we will sink in... three hours, maybe
four unless the weather clears. The only good news is that the
flooded holds have steadied the ship so it's easier to bail."
"Oh hell," Mandy said, climbing past the First
Mate. She stopped and looked back at the hectic scene below, it
seemed surreal. The harsh emergency lights gave a ghostly aura
to everything below. The First Mate tossed a bucket full of
water out on the flooded deck, then motioned for her to leave.
She gave a shudder and hurried up the ladder to the bridge.
"How is it?" the Captain shouted over the roar of
"Bad, Captain. The First Mate say's we are going
down in three, maybe four hours."
"I figured. I want you to go to the forward
section and see if you can find any damage. I think a hard wave
may have cracked her ribs. Look for a hole up forward."
"I... I don't know anything about ships."
"Do you know about water?"
"Then get forward and look. This storm is
predicted to last for another 8 hours. We don't have that
"Yes sir," Mandy yelled, running down the ladder.
She explained to the First Mate on the way past, then went out on
deck. It was hell. In normal weather the 87 foot long liner
seemed short. But in the wind and waves, it was pure death. It
took Mandy seven minutes to make her way 20 feet across the open
deck. She arrived at the forward hatch battered and drenched.
She didn't want to make that trip back again.
The comparative silence inside the forward
compartment was a blessing. Salt and mold assailed her nose.
Tar and old ropes filled the compartment. The ship had been
built in 1947, it was made of wood, unlike most new vessels. The
tar was used for patching and maintenance. Now, as she looked at
the black buckets, they were floating in water. She took the
emergency light from where it hung beside her, and shined it
around the locker. She immediately saw the problem. A broken
board was allowing a deluge of water inside. Could she fix it?
Mandy was getting hot in the small cabin. She took off her rain
gear and approached the hole. She pried open a black bucket and
retrieved a wooden slat floating in the water. She dipped the
tar out of the bucket, then dabbed it at the hole. The running
water kept most of the tar from sticking. It simply shot inside
on the gush of water, and bobbed around her with the assortment
of trash. It wasn't working. She stopped, pressed her foot
against the hole, and pushed, trying to push the two pieces
closed. The broken board disappeared through the hole, letting
in three times the amount of water.
"Oh fuck," she yelled. They were lost and it was
all her fault. Of course she didn't have to tell them that.
"Oh shit," she screamed, quickly pulling on her
rain gear as the water collected in the little room up to her
knees. Before she had her rain gear on, it had reached her hip
pockets. The water was as cold as death.
"No!" she screamed again at the water. She
hurriedly climbed the wooden ladder and undid the hatch. She
slammed the hatch cover down and locked it. A wave roared over
her. She felt herself going over the side. She screamed and
grabbed at the railing as she was about to be flung into the
water. She held on for dear life, watching the wake of the bow
crash beneath her face. After a brief struggle she regained her
footing. The crew was rushing around the deck, the First Mate
screamed orders, and the Captain yelled down at them all
indiscriminately. He saw Mandy approaching and yelled to the
First Mate. The First Mate turned and handed her a life
"What about the survival suits," she screamed over
"No time. We are going directly into the
Mandy shrugged into the life jacket, then froze in
terror. She couldn't believe her eyes at first, then didn't want
"Look!" she screamed. The Captain turned and
looked at the wave curling over the boat. He let go of the wheel
and hurried down ladder to join the others. The inflated
liferaft was jerked out of their hands by the wind. It flew over
the side, but Peter and Mat held it's rope to keep it from flying
away. As each crewmember grabbed the rope, they dove over the
side, one at a time. None turned to see the ship rolling over on
it's side and disappearing beneath the waves. The lights were
still on as it sank, leaving an erie trail of light as it made
it's way to the bottom. An endless wave washed over Mandy,
submerging her for several minutes. She held her breath, kicking
toward the surface with the rope still in her hands. She broke
surface and took a gasp of air, just before another wave hit her
in the face. Rather than trying to swim to the raft, she began
pulling on the rope, one hand at a time. In a moment she bumped
into another body.
"Pull," she screamed in a shuddering breath. "Go
the other way."
Mandy was chilled to the bone. At first the water
had chilled her neck and ribs, as it worked it's way beneath her
rain gear. Then it struck her pussy and chest and she was really
cold. Now she was cold clear to the center of her being. She
knew her core temperature was dropping. It was hard to hold onto
the rope, with her frozen hands.
The weather was too horrible to distinguish
features, she could only see a flash of yellow in the raging
waters ahead of her. The man screamed and flailed at the water,
then pulled himself toward the raft. The could see the raft in
the frequent lightning flashes. A light flashed atop the canopy,
barely discernable in the rain, wind, and waves. The trip seemed
Some time later, Mandy was pulled into the raft by
a group of frozen, desperate hands. She was so cold she could
barely feel her body, but she did feel a pair of hands touching
her breasts in the darkness. She didn't care, the hands were
warm. She passed out or fell asleep.
"We are going to die," a small, frightened voice
said from the darkness. Mandy's eyes blinked open. She looked
around. It was early morning, she could barely distinguish the
shapes of men leaning against the yellow rubber tent around her.
The raft was full of water, up to the tops of their reclining
legs. Nobody had bothered to bail.
"Of course we're going to die," the First Mate
lashed out. "We don't have a chance in hell of surviving long
enough to be rescued."
"Why?" Mandy asked in a scratchy voice. She tried
to move her legs and found a heavy body laying across them. She
kicked it away. It was a dead body.
"There's a dead man in here," she shivered.
"The Captain," the First Mate said regrettably.
"He couldn't swim, he drowned. I found him tangled the end of
the rope. He got off easy. It will be a long haul for the rest
"Why won't we be rescued?" Mandy insisted.
"Because we have been blowing ahead of this storm
for the past 8 hours, with the tent on this liferaft acting as a
sail. We are now a hundred miles northeast of where the ship
went down, or in other words, the middle of the ocean. And to
top that off we don't think our mayday was received. You can
fool yourself, but we are fucked."
"Bullshit," Mandy said, kicking the dead Captain
away. "Somebody get rid of the Captain, please, we need the
"We might need him," the First Mate said
"Why," Mandy regretted the question the moment she
asked it. Suddenly the answer was clear. He might be their only
source of food.
"Get rid of it," she insisted.
"Go ahead," the First Mate shrugged. Two seamen
leaned forward, pulled the dead Captain to the opening, and slid
"These rafts have fishing gear and emergency water
gear, don't they?" Mandy asked.
"Yeah, for all the good it will do us."
"You stupid shit, you are the First Mate. You are
supposed to be trying to save us!" Mandy screamed.
"I was First Mate of the Victoria, not this fucking
raft. If you want saving, do it yourself."
"Somebody please find the distillery," she said to
the dark faces around her. She saw a figure digging into a
canvas pouch. He handed her the inflatable distillery. He
retained the fishing gear, knife, and flashlight.
"The catch basin is full, but salty," Mat called
after sucking briefly on the rubber straw. Rain water had
collected on top of the raft and run down into the catch basin.
But so much saltwater had blown around, as to make the water
"Drain it," Mandy said reluctantly.
"We don't have bait," Peter called anxiously.
"You just chucked it overboard," the First Mate
"Oh shit," Mandy said, putting a hand over her
mouth. "I didn't think of that."
"He's right there," Jason said. Mandy could see
him pointing through the opening. She crawled to the opening and
looked outside. Captain Rinker was floating face down, just a
few feet away. She leaned out and pulled him close.
"Does anybody have a knife?" she asked. She heard
the click of three knives. She accepted the first one and cut
the rope trailing from the raft. The Captain was starting to
drift away. She paddled the raft closer and grabbed the
Captain's shirt. By poking a hole through his collar, she
anchored him to the boat with the shortened rope. She felt a
hand on her rounded ass as she began to reenter the raft. She
turned to find Jason facing her.
"Did you lose something?" she asked.
"You have a nice ass... Well I figured if we are
about to die anyway, I would like to... I wanted to
"I understand. You're a virgin, aren't you."
"Well let's get the line out, and the distillery
going, then we can fuck. It would be a great way to warm up and
get our minds off things. But first, can you guys bail this
damned water out of here? I would like to sit on something
"What with?" Mat asked.
"Well... use your shoe," she said, seeing nothing
else around. Even the First Mate began to bail. Licking his
lips, his eyes never left her ass. Mandy knew what he wanted, it
was actually the same thing that she wanted. She hadn't had a
good fuck since... 11th grade?
"Oh gross," Peter said, cutting into the dead
Captain's arm. "Somebody else can do this next time," he said,
tossing the three baited lines into the water.
"You won't need him next time, save the fish
innards for bait. They work better anyway, unless somebody feels
like opening the Captain up and using his liver.
"You guys can do what you like, but I'm getting out
of these wet clothes," Mandy said, pulling up her shirt. The
eyes of the men widened in anticipation. Her white bra-encased
tits jiggled as they sprang free. Jason inched forward, licking
his lips in anticipation. The sun suddenly appeared over the
horizon, giving the scene a pleasant orange glow. Mandy smiled
sweetly, seeing that she had the men's attention. She reached
behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were white, cold, and
covered with ridges from wet clothes. But to Jason, they were
the best pair of tits he had ever seen.
She rubbed her cold tits, then reached up and slid
her wet clothing into the ridge above her. The bra dangled
enticingly near Jason's face. He leaned close to it and
"Sniff all you want, I want what comes off next,"
the First Mate said, looking at her ass. She smiled and shucked
off her shoes, then rolled down her socks and handed them to the
First Mate. He scowled and tossed them against the side of the
Mandy grabbed the belt on her trousers, then
stopped, looking around the spacious raft.
"Well?" she asked, looking from one face to
"Well what, do you want us to turn around?" the
First Mate sneered.
"No, but I don't see why I'm stripping alone."
"Because you are the best form of entertainment for
hundreds of miles around," the First Mate said, but he began
pulling on his shirt. The other's followed his example.
Mandy forced her pants down and off her ankles.
Sitting naked and cold in her white panties, she suddenly felt
dirty. She looked through the opening of the tent, only to see
the white flesh of the Captain bobbing outside the door.
"We really do have to get rid of him," she said in
disgust. "I want to take a bath."
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