Disaster on the Water by justjames17

Disaster on the Water
by: justjames17

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I decided to go out late one evening, a night I’ll never forget as long as I live. Launching the boat, a very fast 17foot fiberglass offshore runabout, was a breeze she slipped gracefully down the multi rollered trailer and kissed the water before floating gently nuzzling the wooden dock beside the weed covered concrete ramp. I moored her up and parked the car hurrying back to get out on the bay and down the 7 miles to Black Rock before the sun hit the horizon. Dusk was by far the best time for catching a good feed of snapper, the fish moved in close to shore as the afternoon progressed reaching the inshore reefs just after sundown.

The engine started at the turn of the key and as it warmed up I pushed off the dock and moved the throttle gearshift into forward, Monark moved easily away as I turned her sharp bows up the fairway heading for the entrance. Once outside I pushed the throttle open and the big black mercury roared into joyous life, the hull lifted easily and quickly onto the plane and we were on our way at a brisk 40 knots, the wind of passage blowing my hair and cooling my sweaty body on this muggy evening. It was going to be a dark night, no moon and the sky was covered with a murky haze of high cloud.

I reached Black Rock and throttled back switching on the Lowrance depth sounder as I searched for the huge pinnacle at the edge of the main reef, I lined up the landmarks and tracked in till I saw the dark shape rise like a pyramid from the sandy bottom. I anchored the boat and drifted back on the tide till the boat was moored on top of the huge rock, once at rest I baited up the rods and cast out. The baits drifted down to the bottom and I sat back in the comfortable swivel seat and switched on the 27 meg radio to listen to the chatter and see if any of my mates were on the water. I heard a couple and called them up asking if they had had any luck then told them where I was using our secret nick name for the pinnacle.

The hazy sun rested tiredly on the edge of the world before sliding slowly out of sight tingeing the haze with reds, golds and purples as it disappeared from view, the first reel howled within a minute of the sun’s vanishing, I struck the running fish and felt its strength and weight as the rod arched. The fight was on, a torrid ten minutes had the exhausted big red lying alongside slowly flapping its huge fins, I slid the large landing net under him and lifted the 15 pounder into the boat, dispatching the fish quickly and humanely I slipped it into the salt water and crushed ice slurry in the fish box. Three more good fish took the bait and two hours after dark I was bagged out, I sat back grabbed a cold can of Coke from the fridge and relaxed calling up my mates and letting them know what I had on board, they all had some degree of success and they bade me adieu as they headed for home.

I sat back enjoying the hot humid evening and thinking how I would have enjoyed myself much more if I’d had a lover alongside me but I was alone. I made a vow I’d go out and really search for a guy, I’d even go to the gay nightspots to see if anyone would be interested in me, I mean to say, I’m no chicken at 29. I’m 180cms tall, 6 foot, fit, black hair, brown eyes and I’m told by some sheilas pretty cool looking but that is their opinion. I finished the sandwiches I’d brought out and drained the can of drink when I looked at my watch in the light of the riding light it was nearly 10pm so I decided to head for home. Pulling up the anchor and stowing it in the forward hatch I started the engine and moved off, into the pitch-blackness of the night. The loom of the shore lights did nothing to lighten the gloom as I powered north, I knew the bay well and was searching for the dark green pile marking the reef between Black Rock and Sandringham. In the gloom I couldn’t locate it, it was hard enough on a good night to see it, suddenly there it was slap bang in front of the bow, I tried to avoid colliding with it but too late.

The boat moving at 30mph crashed into the unyielding timber, I was thrown forward slamming into the dashboard and windscreen, I knew no more as the pile split the hull open like an eggshell. The next thing I knew was I regained consciousness lying on the flooded deck as the smashed hull drifted down the bay, the deck awash but held wallowing on the surface luckily by its undamaged buoyancy tanks. My head was on fire with pain, I felt blood flowing from my broken squashed nose, my eyes were blurred and my chest hurt where it had rammed the dashboard. I fumbled for the microphone to put out a distress call but it had taken the brunt of my weight and it was a dangling mess of wires and broken plastic.

Damn I was in huge trouble, the boat might sink at any moment, I was unable to swim if it did and the lifejackets were gone, lost when the pile had destroyed the port side bunk and storage lockers beneath it. I lay there praying to the heavens that someone would come past close enough to see my predicament. What seemed like hours dragged past I heard engines as boats zoomed through the blackness and felt the waves of their wakes slop into the wallowing hull but nobody noticed the semi submerged hulk. I was resigned to drowning, they say it is a peaceful death, not that I wished to experience it but at least it would put an end to the pain I was feeling and the gradual chilling of my semi submerged body even though it was summer the water slowly drained my body heat.

I’m not sure how long I drifted semi conscious but suddenly a light flashed across the wreck someone had used a strong spotlight and had flicked across the wreck. I prayed for it to return and the loom of light increased as it was slowly swung back, it passed then instantly returned fastening on the wallowing hulk. I heard an engine in the distance gradually approaching until I saw blurrily the red and green navigation lights as the boat motored up and stopped alongside. A disembodied voice asked are you able to move mate? I croaked out, “ No I’m pretty banged up.”

He tied his boat to my wallowing hulk and gingerly stepped from his onto mine, the hulk tilted alarmingly then settled back on an even keel as he moved into the center where I lay, he squatted there feeling my legs and arms then said, “ I don’t think you have any broken limbs but your face is a bit of a mess, if I help you do you think you can make it onto my boat?”

I said I’d try but was scared the hull would roll over as we tried to climb up onto his boat, he thought for a few seconds then said, “What if you crawl across while I counter balance by staying on this side.”

I told him I’d try and he assisted me onto my hands and knees, he gave my arse a gentle assist and I slowly and gingerly crawled across till I could grasp the gunnels of his boat and slowly lift myself up, my aching head spinning like a top. I hung there grasping the gently moving hull gathering strength and waiting for the stars in my eyes to clear; I hefted my aching body up and lay along the gunnels before half falling onto the deck with a loud yelp of pain. He appeared quickly and leapt aboard as my boat rocked and rolled slopping water everywhere.

He grabbed the microphone and put out a call to the water police but was answered by the volunteer coast guard base at St Kilda, he explained what was wrong and they dispatched a boat to tow mine back, they asked if we could wait for them to arrive and he looked at me sitting on the deck holding my aching head with blood dripping from my nose, he asked if I was ok to wait the arrival and I said ok but tell them to hurry as I was feeling sick. He passed the message on and we awaited the arrival of the big Shark Cat.

I needed to puke and he helped me to my unsteady feet and I did a big technicolour yawn over the side, he looked worried and said, “I think you might have concussion you’d better just lie down on the bunk in the cabin till we can get you ashore.” I did as he suggested and he gave me a bucket in case I needed to puke again, the time passed and I was drifting in and out of consciousness until the coast guard boat arrived they took my wrecked craft in tow and we raced back leaving them far behind in our wake. My saviour, Stuart, radioed for an ambulance to meet us at the marina by the time we arrived the ambulance was waiting at the ramp, the ambo’s climbed aboard checked me out asking stupid questions like what is your name, I told them James, after checking my vitals they gently loaded me into the ambulance, Stuart asked what hospital they were going to and they told him the Alfred, he said, “I’ll come in and see you in the morning James if that is ok with you?”

I smiled tiredly as I sucked on the pain killer gizmo and nodded my spinning head, the doors closed and away the ambulance went, the paramedic sat with me and kept an eye on me all the way to the hospital, the pain subsided by the time we arrived due to the anesthetic I’d been imbibing and I was in a nice haze as they wheeled me into the emergency department. My details were taken and I was put in a cubical to await a doctor, I drifted of to sleep, some time later a merry voice awoke me, a young intern was checking the details on the clipboard on my bed. He smiled and asked how I felt, I mumbled a lot better than I did in the boat, he grinned and took his little torch shining it into my eyes, gees it was blinding as if he had a searchlight in his hand. He said, “I’m pretty sure you have a severe concussion and your nose and both cheek bones are broken, you must have hit pretty hard.”

I told him what happened and he said it was crazy placing unlit piles in the bay where numerous boats were moving about, I agreed as it had cost me a damn good boat and a lot of pain. They did x-rays of my head and face confirming my injuries. I was sent back to the emergency department, as there were no beds available; there I spent an uncomfortable night amidst the noise and frantic goings on with people suffering from drug overdoses, car accident victims and other emergencies. The hubbub played havoc with my damaged head and incredible headache even with the painkillers administered by the nurses.

Next morning while awaiting a visit from the surgeon to check out my swollen black-eyed face, my rescuer arrived and was shown into the cubical, Stuart looked at me concern plain on his handsome face. He said, “Struth James mate, I can hardly recognize you even as battered as you were last night. I hope you are being looked after properly have they said what treatment you are going to get?”

I told him of the impending visit by the surgeon and said that until the swelling receded they couldn’t do much except give me painkillers and rest. He nodded and took my hand in his, I felt a strange thrill race through me and I shivered. His eyes widened and he quivered as well, then he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it ever so gently, I nearly passed out my heart raced and I felt even giddier. He said very softly, “I’m so glad I came along when I did last night James, I hope you don’t mind me kissing your hand but I couldn’t help it.”

I began to sob and tears ran down my bruised blackened cheeks, I sobbed out, “No I don’t mind in fact I feel like hugging you pulling you onto this abysmal trolley and making wild passionate love to you.”

He smiled and squeezed then kissed my hand again saying, “I don’t think you are fit enough to try that James, maybe in a few days when the doctors have repaired your broken face we’ll see how you feel then.”

I groaned and squirmed on the hard trolley as my dick boned up under the blanket, Stuart noticed my problem and slid his hand down under the blanket feeling me up, then he pulled down the blanket and lifted up the hospital gown and he began fellating me. I moaned trying not to scream my pleasure as he fondled my nuts and bobbed sucking hard, in nothing flat my climax roared through me and he drank down a huge load of sperm. He covered me up again then cum kissed me and I shared the load with him, not long after the curtain was pulled open and the surgeon appeared, Stuart made his goodbyes and said he’d return tomorrow leaving me to be examined by the man who I hoped would panel beat my crushed face back to some resemblance of my former self.

The End.

Posted: 09/11/09