Chapter 1 - Setting Sail

 

The Mikayla was a brand new cargo ship, the construction of her had just been completed, and the appointed Captain was welcoming his crew on board.

She was to set sail from the Far East, Singapore, bound for Australia, then on to San Francisco, up the coast to Vancouver, across to Japan, down to the Philippines, and back to Singapore.

Being a modern vessel, she had every means of navigation available, joy stick controls, bow and stern thrusters, for quick turning, and moving into the dock, and computerised loading, and unloading systems.

The Captain was very impressed with the sea trials, she moved so smoothly, so effortlessly through the waves, and upon her return after the trials. She was guided into the dock by the tugs, which he felt they didn't need, because of the precise, computer guidance systems. The up-front visual display showed him a map of the sea floor, up to a depth of two hundred feet, and half a mile ahead, any sand banks that may cause him problems, he could see well before, he ran aground. Any and all channels entering port, were displayed in real time, so even if they shifted, he could still, see them.

His first load was only half a load, but then in Australia, he off loaded just ten containers, and took on a load making the ship now about three quarters of his maximum load. San Francisco, again three dozen containers were to be off loaded, but now he was to take on a full load. From now on he was to off load some, and take on a full load.

So modern and computerised was his vessel, his crew was reduced considerably, with just him as Captain, a first officer, Chief engineer, three further engineers, a navigator, and relief navigator, cook, and six crew, deck hands. Including him there was a crew of just fifteen, and all male, the sea was not a place for females he felt, but would never say that.

The sun was blazing down as he welcomed his crew on board, he knew the first officer, and the chief engineer, they had sailed together before, and he had asked for them, knowing them. The rest were selected by the office, and some names he couldn't pronounce, but at least there were some he could like, Alex, and Sam, there was also a Leslie, amongst the crew, a spelling mistake, he was sure that was the female spelling wasn't it, then again today, who knows?

Apart from a passing thought, he didn't give it another thought.

He now stood on the deck by the gang plank as they began to arrive.

"Chief, it is great to see you again. How was your holiday, a bit protracted I fear? The sea trials were longer than expected," The Captain welcomed him on board.

"It was Captain, but the bars were still open, so I was kept entertained," he replied laughing.

"You won't need a boiler suit; you can wear pinstripes down there, all push button computers and leavers, gas turbines, and boy will she move," the captain told him.

"I believe Andy is joining us as well?" he asked.

"Yes, as first officer, he was due a promotion, I asked for him, as well as you, it won't be sailing as we did several years ago, it will be a holiday, watching dials and pressing buttons, a holiday for old sea dogs like us," the Captain said laughing.

"I will have something to do, won't I? I am not ready to retire, just yet," he asked smiling, he knew even the best of machines broke down from time to time.

"I suppose we will, this guy Alex, he is a computer expert, we need one of them now, more than anything else, because the ship is run by computers, even your engines. Let me put it like this, instead of stripping an engine down that has stopped say, he will use a computerised diagnostic system to tell you what has happened, and where it has failed," the Captain enthused.

"Can he mend a broken prop shaft with his computerised whatever?" the Chief asked.

"No, but he can tell you where, it has broken, what has broken, we do need a skilled engineer like you; I will try, and not break anything, but you never know, do you?" The Captain asked, and the chief left him as another crew member climbed on board.

"Sorry madam, but as far as I know we are not taking passengers on this trip. Are you sure you have the right boat?" He asked as a woman climbed on board.

"Captain, Alexandria Smyth, senior navigator, reporting for duty, sir," the woman said.

"Oh, I thought it was, well welcome on-board, senior navigator Smyth," the Captain said taken aback, because he thought his crew was all male.

"I hope my sex will not affect our working relationship, I am an expert in navigation; coming top of my class, and having worked on several vessels prior to this, appointment. I have yet to run aground, or hit any rocks. I am also a computer expert, as my papers will tell you. I prefer Alex. People hear my name, and think I am a snobby nosed, bitch, don't allow these puppies," she said lifting her ample breast up, "Dictate your opinion of me, allow me the chance to show you my skill, hence Alex, which I said was my name, to avoid confusion. Now we have met you know my full name, but please call me by my title, or Alex, glad to be on board, Sir," Alex said.

"Then so it will be, Alex," he said, unsure what to say.

"First Officer Andrea Porter reporting for duty Sir," the next person to board the ship said.

"Oh, oh, erm, w-welcome on board, where is Andy Porter, I specifically asked for him. Do not take it personally, it is just that I have sailed with him before, and wanted him," the Captain said taken aback yet again.

"In this day and age Sir, women are equal, and deserve the same rights as a male in promotions, and pay. My abilities are what count, not my sex. The office has to be seen to be, being fair, and show it has an equal opportunities policy, an all male crew would not be, politically correct, Sir," she told him bluntly.

"I am sure your abilities will speak for themselves, but is it equal if a female is promoted over a male, because she is a female. Andy has been a senior officer for four years now, and is long overdue, for a promotion. If you are as good as Andy, then you deserve the promotion, but not at the expense of Andy, because they need to be seen to be fair. It isn't fair, if he is held back, unreasonably, in the name of equality, ability and experience are what count, not the sex, of the person," the Captain said, allowing his feelings to surface.

"Then you will be pleased to hear that Andy is to take over from Captain Bill Bates, when he retires at the end of the month, hence my appointment," she told him with a smirk, and left him dumbfounded, stood by the gang plank.

Two of his senior officers were to be female; what the fuck was the world coming to, poker with three players is not that good, but with just two, impossible. How could he find two more players, when the ones he would have asked were female, for crying out loud? This was going to be a fucked up voyage.

The rest of the crew came on board, and there were now three females on board, his depression was complete, but he was professional, and took charge. He went to the bridge, and checked that he was clear to leave port. He then told the crew members to cast off, and the ordered the engines to dead slow, with the thrusters to push him away from the quay.

The thrusters created a wake, as they pushed against the quay moving him out into the channel. Slowly he steered the boat down the channel, with the pilot and tugs, which he knew he didn't need, but had to have them.

Once clear of the port, he ordered the engine to full power, and set the course, then left the bridge, and went to his cabin, and a scotch.

The Chief entered when told to, "What the fuck Chief, three, no less than three females on board. One on board is bad luck, we have three," the Captain said.

"I don't suppose there will be a wife in every port with those three on board. Did you see the tits on the navigator, you don't get many to the pound of them, wow," he replied.

"Chief, this is serious, three fucking females on board," the Captain said.

"I hope they do, especially that one," he replied, and laughed.

"Get your mind out of their knickers, and concentrate, we need to persuade them to leave the boat, but how?" The Captain asked.

"Good news about Andy, isn't it?" The Chief asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, very good, but help me. How the fuck, do we get rid of these, fucking females?" He asked.

"You won't do it down here, prove that she is incompetent, watch her, but not too closely, check her navigation, and how the first officer controls the ship, but don't be in too much of a hurry; I reckon I can get the crew member in my bunk," the Chief offered.

"You always were a randy sod, fuck anything in a skirt," the Captain said.

"That is not correct; these days' women don't wear skirts, anymore, so I'll fuck anything with, tits," he replied.

"Even lady boys?" The Captain asked.

"There is always the exception to the rule, Captain," he replied laughing.

"OK, have a think about it, and if you think of anything let me know," the Captain said, and the Chief left his cabin going back to the engine room.

 

Chapter 2 - Settling in

 

As expected there were some minor hiccups, to which the crew responded effectively, and efficiently. The Captain was surprised at how capable the senior navigator and his first officer were. He began to realise that to get rid of them because of incompetence would be impossible, they were both very capable.

It took the chief three days to get the crew member into his bunk. She was not the easiest of conquests, which made it all the more enjoyable, when she agreed to join him for a drink after work, in his cabin.

"Oh, nice, subdued lighting, candles, and wine, very nice. I didn't know modern ship carried candles, I thought we had emergency lighting, for emergencies?" she asked him.

"We do, but they do not come on, unless there is an emergency, and the bright lights of a cabin are not, erm, conducive to a quiet drink with a beautiful female, Leslie. How are you finding the work, not too hard, I hope?" He asked.

"Too easy if anything, we only work when loading, and unloading, and in a storm, but the forecast is for a very calm trip," she replied.

"White wine, a very nice, slightly sweet, Chardonnay, ideal for supping, to follow a rich, full bodied, Rioja," he told her.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, and incapable?" She asked him.

"It did pass through my mind, do I need to?" He asked.

Les removed her top and trousers, and sat at the table in his cabin in her bra and panties.

"Don't you think you are over dressed?" She asked.

It took ten seconds for the Chief to join her in just his underpants.

"Now where were we? Oh yes, you were about to tell me why you came on board as a crew member, not an engineer, when you are qualified?" He asked her.

"Very simple really, they look at my, erm, well, developed tits, and decide I can't do the job. Do you think my tits are important?" She asked seductively.

"I think they are very important, but not if you want to be, an engineer. What do you hope to achieve by being a crew member?" He asked.

"It will allow the pricks in the offices to see that I am a good engineer, because I would like you to allow me to, assist you. Then if you would do, recommend me for a post as an engineer. I presume you noticed that the flange on the exhaust is not the right one. To bring the cost down to the agreed price, they put cheap seals in, and about half way to San Francisco it will blow. Needing to be replaced, better don't you think, to replace it in Sidney, with a stronger seal?" She asked him.

"How do you know that, my guys have not seen anything to suspect they are, faulty?" He asked her.

"They won't, they do not know the firm that built the engines and the staff. I was warned about them when you showed me around, earlier. I had a look at them, and even now they bulge outside the connection as they melt, and weaken. It takes an engineer like you, and me, to spot that, not the drips you have been given; they wouldn't know a flange from a fanny. They are once again, cheap labour, under qualified, and very inexperienced. My dad was an engineer, and I was building motors, and working with him from a very early age. I had a slide rule for my tenth birthday, and worked alongside him.

The university gave me the papers, but he taught me everything, I know. An engineer with tits, is an out of work engineer, help me, please?" She asked him, dropping her bra on the floor, titillating him.

"You seem to have caught up with me, hum, erm, fuck this," he said, and got up, grabbed her arm, and planted a kiss on her lips to which, she responded.

He put a hand to her breast, and as he kissed her, he fondled it, after a few moments he slipped his hand down to her clit, and massaged it over her panties, feeling them getting wetter and wetter. She responded in kind taking hold of his cock, and rubbing it, and then pushed his underpants down, and took hold of it flesh to flesh. He took the hint, and pushed her panties down slipping a finger up her, as he continued to rub her Mount Venus.

She moaned and moaned, as her emotions rose and rose. He slipped two fingers up, to a louder, and more sexually satisfied moan. He picked her up, and carried her to his bunk. He lay her down, and climbed on, she squirmed, and put him under her, as she adopted the sixty nine, position, presenting her clit for his attentions, and she began to suck on his cock.

Feverish with sexual emotions they changed, and she sat on his hips, she rose up, aimed his cock, and slowly enveloped it into her clit. Down, down into her cunt, until she felt the hairs of his groin, and then gave a push ensuring she had it all. She began to rise; again enjoying the feeling as his hard, throbbing cock slowly left her haven. Then just as slowly she enveloped it again, up and down moaning with sexual pleasure as his hard, throbbing cock entered, and left her haven.

She began to move quicker, quicker and quicker, until she was ramming his cock in hard and fast, their thighs slapped, as she crashed into his groin. Hard and fast she rammed it home, expecting him to shoot his load, but he didn't, a wave of euphoria swept over her, as she had her orgasm. On and on she rammed him in. Again the heat, the euphoria of an orgasm swept over her. It happened a third time, and then he shot his load into her, and she slowed, coming to rest on his hips, as his cock died, and slipped out of her, spent.

She lay down on him, and hugged him, expressing feelings of her excitement and euphoria. She kissed him, and got off. She put her panties on; she turned, and smiled at him.

"I will tell the Captain that we may have a problem, and that even after a short trip around the engine room you spotted it. So can I have you to help me? I am sure he will agree. If not, I will persuade him, if that fails, perhaps you can, if you know what I mean?" He asked her.

"Then he had better agree when you ask. You don't want to share my delights, do you?" She asked him.

"Most certainly not, he will agree, trust me," he replied, and she left him, going back to her cabin.

The next morning the chief checked her comment, he hadn't noticed, but she was right, so he went to the Captain, and told him.

"Captain, your office, please, I have something I need to tell you in private," the Chief said.

"First officer, you have the bridge," he said, and led the way.

"Well I hope it isn't about last night, you were heard you know, she is quite noisy when being fucked, isn't she?" The Captain asked.

"Erm, well, yes and no, before we fucked we chatted," he said.

"What a novel idea, I thought you just said get them off, bitch," he said.

"No, no, but I admit I have done, no, she told me that the seals to the exhaust flanges are not up to the job, she saw them bulging. I admit I hadn't noticed, but she had, she is a fully qualified engineer, and a bloody good one. She is also the best fuck I have had in years. I want her in my team.

She also told me that the lads they sent us are well, not up to the job. Cheap labour, as she put it, to keep costs down. They are qualified, but have no experience, and she is right, I noticed that about them, full of what college told them, but they know nothing of how to get the job done. College does not teach them how to get home. Three engineers, and not one more than six months out of college, I need an experienced engineer, and she is, she has years of experience, Captain I want her," the Chief said.

"With you I never know if it is your dick talking, or your brains? The Captain said.

"Let me put it like this, you will be as much use to me as those idiots will be, if we have a major problem. New ship, no problems, like hell, look at the Rose Marie. She almost sank; again a Chief, and newly qualified students, new ship, no problems. It was a chance for the students to learn. I am not a fucking teacher; I am an engineer, and a fucking good one. I know an engineer when I see one, and those bumpkins are not, she is. I want her on my team, or I leave ship in Sidney, and when the gasket blows mid Pacific, you will be fucked, as the engine room fills with exhaust fumes, and they are running around like scared rabbits, not knowing what the fuck, to do," the Chief said.

"We have known each other for a long time, and I respect your judgement, but do not, threaten me. We need six deck crew, and four engineers, not five engineers and five deck crew. It is not that easy, nothing ever is, now chief, what do you say?" The Captain asked.

"She is to assist me, but remains a deck hand, until we reach port when I will contact the office, and suggest they transfer one of the lads to another ship, and promote her to be my assistant, over the others, and take on a new deck hand," he suggested.

"OK, she remains a deck hand that is her designation, but when not doing her job; she can work in the engine room, with you, a trial period. That is the best I can do Chief, take it, or leave it," the Captain said.

"We will take it, thank you, Captain, we are in port for a day in Sidney; with her help we can change all the flanges for new seals, proper ones that won't break. What concerns me is; what else have they used cheap components for, and that are likely, to break?" He asked, and left the Captain.

"I guess we will find out when they break," the Captain replied, irony in his voice.

"Les, I have good news, and not so good news. The Captain can't move you to the engine room. It will upset the balance of the ship, but when off duty you can help me, and once we reach Sidney I will tell the office that I want you. If they refuse, I will leave the ship; there are plenty of companies looking for a good engineer. That is the best we can offer you, help me to get the evidence we need to convince them, will you?" He asked her when he met up with her, in the galley.

She smiled at him, "Of course I will, what evidence, do you need? Is it to show them what a bunch of cretins they employed as engineers, or how good, I am?" She asked him.

"Both, I can start with the flanges that, was well spotted, it also concerns me; what else they used cheap parts on, to bring down the cost of the build," he mused rubbing his chin.

"It will not be major parts as such, like the chambers, but the more minor, yet very important parts, hidden parts like intake valves, exhaust valves. The intake fans will be quality, but what about the bearings? The hidden parts like I said, or something not noticed; like the grease they used, is that of the quality, needed?" She asked.

"Hi Les, I see you got the job great, well chief how is she doing?" The senior navigator asked as she passed them.

"I got a job on a ship as a crew member, the Chief is helping me to become an engineer on board a ship, so not that well," Les said.

"I did put a word in for you, I mean the stupid idiots. Chief, she is, in my opinion, as good as you, and I know how good you are, I have seen your record. Did you know, it is not recorded obviously, but she helped her dad design this boat? I am a friend of the family, erm; can you see that pillar, the one over there? I suggested that it was round; they were working on the design, when I visited them, and they were hard at work. Do you remember that?" She asked Les.

"I do very well, dad had asked me to help him, as he usually did, he knew dam well I didn't need to be asked. I was hovering desperate to be asked. He was deciding on the size to be honest, for that pillar, on the drawings it was square, and Alex asked him what the problem was he smiled, and told her so quick as a flash she said, "make it round." He replied, "What would I do, without you girls." He was deciding not on the shape, but the size of it, being a load bearing pillar, sorry to burst your bubble, Alex," Les said.

"I knew that, but it is my claim to fame; I helped design, this boat," she replied arrogantly, and laughed.

"My cabin tonight, we need to discuss how to get me into the engine room, the Chief is helping me, he needs evidence to help his fight to get me as his assistant," Les said.

"I'm off at eight o'clock, I'll see you, then," Alex said.

"There's Andy will you ask her, while I chat to the Chief?" Les asked.

After lunch they went to their respective positions until the evening when the girls all met up in Les's cabin.