Under Magellan's Sextant

Prelude

Kolson Von Peckerson found himself at the crossroads. He has been serving as the First Lieutenant on an Aegis class missile destroyer the USS Jason Dunham DDG-109, based out of Roosevelt Roads Naval Base in Puerto Rico. He enjoyed his service in the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea. Off duty, he has lived with a beautiful Puertorriqueña girlfriend in downtown Ceiba for the last two years. Amaia has a soulful way about her, yet fiery, headstrong, demanding more from Kolson every passing day, that he cannot commit to, with his service in the Navy. Now he has decisions to make on so many levels. Ten years of service next week. Should he re-up or go for broke, working even harder, further committing himself for an opportunity to Captain a ship, and its crew, one day?

Chapter One

Kolson sat in the captain's chair looking out over the sea, as both a Columbian and Venezuelan coast guard vessels tracked the Dunham just outside the international waters off the coast of their mutual countries. NCO called out, "Captain on deck," as Kolson moved off the seat.

Captain Radkoff asked Kolson, "Current status?"

Kolson stated, "Two combative coast guard vessels, two nautical miles off our mid-ships. One Columbian Riverine patrol boat, the other a Venezuelan Guaicamac class offshore patrol boat. They have been tracking us for the last eight nautical miles."

Radkoff commanded, "Mr. Peckerson, veer twenty degrees away from those ships, hold that course for twenty nautical miles, then resume course hugging the line. Update me when we are back on the line."

"Yes Sir!"

"I will be in my quarters. By the way. Next week marks your tenth year of service with the Navy. Have you made your decision to re-up Lieutenant?"

"No, not yet. You will be the first to know, Sir."

"Very well. Do not push the limits. Carry on number one."

"Yes Sir!"

Kolson thought to himself, do I really want another potential ten years of this condescending asshole? Understanding that he has had his own frustrations commanding this boat for the last ten years. Nonetheless, he is in command of this one. If I request transferring to another ship or theater of operations, he will resist or the higher ups will psychoanalyze me for the reasons why I requested a transfer after ten years on this ship. But I do love these waters! That is really the crux of it all.

I ordered the ship back onto its original course after completing the ordered twenty-degree course correction, when we were contacted by Commodore Lawson of the USS Lake Erie, another Aegis class destroyer, informing me to meet up at the coordinates being issued now. Also, have Captain Radkoff contact him for the mission details.

I returned the communiqué, requesting what the new mission entailed?

Lawson responded, sending a brief. It is a coordinated blockade of the Venezuelan coastline and oil shipping lanes. We will have oversight air support by F35's flying off the coast along with MH-6 Little Birds with teams, and further support by MH-60 Black Hawks locked and loaded. At the appropriate time, we will inform the Venezuelan military of this event, plus, it is a no-fly zone as well. No one gets in or out. The USS Dunham, Stockdale, Iwo Jima, San Antonio and Fort Lauderdale missile destroyer group along with the Erie, will accomplish this mission without haste. Further details will be sent to Radkoff shortly. End

Communications Chatsworth, "Sir, new headings received, sent to Helmsman Diaz."

"Thank you Chatsworh. Diaz implement new coordinates!"

"Yes Sir!"

NCO rang out, "Captain on deck!"

"Peckerson, what do we have, and ship's status?"

"New mission parameters Sir. We have implemented new coordinates for meeting up with the missile destroyer group commanded by Commodore Lawson. He asks that you contact him directly for further details."

"Very good, ship's status?"

"Placed on high alert Sir!"

"Very good, let us find out what this is all about, shall we? Follow me."

"Yes Sir! Jackson, you have the CIC!" (Combat Information Center)

"Yes, number one!"

"Communications, get me Commodore Lawson on the line in the ready room!"

"Yes Sir! Commodore on the line Sir."

"Eric, long time since our last chat?"

"Yes, it has John."

"So, I got the jest from Peckerson. What are we really doing?"

"Hegseth wants President Maduro out of the country tonight! "Operation Absolute Resolve" has been activated. Expect live fire conditions from opposition naval ships, along with coastal battery emplacements. At 0200, our missile group will begin isolated bombardment of shoreline infrastructure to suppress air defenses, and eliminating any naval ships that attempt to engage with our vessels. Seal teams will infiltrate the presidential palace and extract Maduro and hopefully his wife Flores, without any loss of American lives. We are expecting Venezuelan and Cuban forces within the Palace grounds, and general area of the compound, to resist his extraction, and compromise the mission."

"Ok Eric, where would you position the Dunham? We can be there within the hour."

"John, your mission is to station yourself in the middle of Aruba, Curacao, and Coro. The USS Stockdale will be east of your position between Bonaire and Chichiriviche. The rest of the group will be spread over Puerto Cabello and Caracas, to Cumana and Margarita Island. Hit them hard John. Hold position until mission accomplished, released, or further orders amended.

"Yes Sir! Take care Eric!"

"Godspeed John!"

"Number one, make it so!

"Going after Maduro. Who would have thought?"

"Yup, who would have thought indeed!"

A successful outcome of this operation. Maduro and his wife Flores were successfully extricated out of Caracas, without any American soldier's loss of life!

Chapter Two

Days after the operation had successfully concluded, Kolson had a decision to make. He must file tonight before 1200, or face backlash from Captain Radkoff and the Department of War. It does not look good to be so late and indecisive on a critical issue like reconfirming your commission or sailing off into the sunset.

"Peckerson! Appear in my quarters immediately!"

"On my way Sir!" As the crew on the bridge began oohing, watching me reluctantly turn, all of them knowing why I am being called to the boom boom room! "Jackson, you have the CIC!"

"Yes, Sir. Good luck Sir!"

I know this is not going to go well, as I made my way to the captain's quarters. Quartermaster Fleming came along the passageway opposite my direction." Number one. Heard skipper calling you out. So, what are you going to do? The whole crew knows you're pushing your decision on your re-up out to the very last moment?"

"Yes, I have. It has been a challenge for me, especially after our last operation, delaying my thoughts didn't help. I will let the captain inform the crew of my decision when he is ready."

"So, sounds like you're gone, Sir?"

"See you later Fleming."

"Yes Sir! We will all miss you Sir!"

"Well, well. I thought you might have jumped ship, before hearing my ear full, First Lieutenant Peckerson?"

"No, Sir, not without your direct orders Sir."

"So, let's get to this? Your mind is already made up, or we would not be wasting time dragging your decision out of you!"

"Yes Sir. I am not renewing my commission, Sir. I have served my country to the best of my abilities. It is time for me to take a new heading in my life!"

"Is there nothing I can do or say to change your mind, Peckerson?"

"No, Sir. I leave the notification of the crew in your hands, as you reevaluate your staff for my departure, Sir."

"Ok, that's too bad. I had recommended you for your own boat!"

"What!"

"Kidding! Just wanted to see you pucker up one last time!"

"I know you enjoy that Sir!"

"Ok, carry on number one!"

"On my way Sir!"

Glad that's over with. When I get back to RRNB, I am fucking free!

Chapter Three

After surviving additional attempts from base brass to re-up my commission, and saying my goodbyes to crew and base acquaintances, I finally rode my Ducati Streetfighter past the gates waving Asta la bye bye for the last time, heading into Ceiba to pick up my girl. That upcoming trial with Amaia is another whole bowl of Pico de Gallo to consume for another day. Today, it's all about me, Amaia, and a bottle of Barrilito Tres Estrellas rum!

As I bummed around PR for a couple of months, I realized I had to find a new direction or leave the island. I was running into mates and brass here and there, all asking when I am coming back or giving me shit about my life of leisure, as they looked me up and down with my golden tan along with Amaia's curvy body by my side.

Next morning, off I went on my daily run past the docks looking around for something of interest and found one in talking to a Puerto Rican boat Captain that made quarterly trips down along the South American coast, harbor hopping all the way down to the Falkland Islands, delivering goods to the RAF military base and islanders. The ship is a one hundred fifty-five-foot three-masted sailing cargo ship named Ceiba. She would be fun to work on for a few months. Captain Rodrigo could use a Ship Master for its latest voyage. Captain Rodrigo tore an Achilles recently. So, getting around the boat is going to be a big issue during the long voyage. He offered me the spot if I wanted it. I jumped at the opportunity!

Now the inevitable day had propped its head out of the boiling seas. The next turtle to jump, Amaia! She is going to be pissed at me! Confirmation came fast n furious, as her anger opened a can of wup ass on me! I don't think we had a kitchen plate make it through those ten minutes of her circus act. She finished her tirade by offering me her ultimatum. "Either you choose me or the Ceiba?" A brief pause to remove chips of dinnerware from my hair and subdue the ringing in my ears.

I said to Amaia, "I am a sailor first. I have been given the opportunity to make money, you like money right, and to test my metal commanding a ship. A three-sail ship at that. I must do this Amaia."

She rattled off many words that seemed all connected, with her final words in broken English. "You go; there is no mas para tu aqui puto!" She stomped out of our cottage, with her gentle fingers flinging a bird at me! Her little fingers flinging a bird always makes me laugh, which only infuriated Amaia even more!

A couple weeks later after loading the cargo and provisions, the Ceiba was prepared, and ready to set sail. I stood by the gangway greeting the crew as they boarded. A crappy pickup rolled up onto the dock next to the gangway. Captain Rodrigo climbing out, struggling with his crutches. "Hello, my man Kolson, come help this broken Captain up the gang plank! Hey, can you bring my bags and park my Lolita in the lot too?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Do not yes Sir me, my boy. This old man is long past those days of chevalier. Alves will be just fine, ok?"

"Yes Sir, I mean Alves."

Alves stated, "Kolson, get her underway to the high seas Matie! I am going to my cabin to rest my leg. You got this?"

" Yes Sir, I do!"

"Very good, thank you my son!"

Chapter Four

After a couple of months offshore, visiting Georgetown, Macapa, Salvador, Rio de Janeiro, Montevideo, Mar del Plata, Comodoro Rivadavia and Rio Gallegos, we set sail for our final leg east to the Falkland Islands. A day later we turned South heading into the Falkland Sound, stopping in Port Howard for a couple of days. We unloaded cargo, then set sail again North out of the Sound around Cape Dolphin, heading due East past Macbride Point then South reaching Cape Pembroke, finally heading into Stanley, the Capital of the Falkland Islands.

We stayed in Stanley for two weeks, checking the rigging, making repairs, loading cargo and provisions. I made my way around the East Falklands, taking in the small harbor towns and hardy nice people living on these isolated islands. In one of these coastal harbor towns, I spotted a harshly loved sailboat that needed a lot of work, in, out, and all about. The harbor master and yacht boat broker posted a sign that named George Havishaw III as the proprietor. As I finished reading the details on the sign, a man came out of the office. He stood next to me as I stared in awe at the dry-docked sailboat. "Hello, I am Havishaw he stated. She's a fine sailboat if somebody had the gumption to put in the time, and money to bring her back to sea worthiness."

"What is she?"

"She is a 1972 Sparkman & Stephens Hull #23 (S&S) Nautor Swan 40.

"I thought it was a Swan, just was not sure."

"You know about Swan's, which is surprising. She is rare in these waters."

"Is she for sale or just dry docked for now?"

"Well not really. The owner died a few years ago. It has been sitting here doing nothing since then. His family inherited the boat and pays the dry-dock fees. They reside in the UK. They have never been here. I don't think they have any interest in her, but who knows for sure. Harry, the owner, is buried in Stanley Public Cemetery, here on the island. They wired funds to properly bury old Harry. That's about it, since then. "

'So, what will it take to make an offer or confirm it's for sale or not?"

"If you're that interested, I can send an email to see what their plans are for this boat. Give me your cell number so I can reach you."

"Here you go. I am sailing out in a couple of days. I will be out at sea for a couple months, making my way back to Puerto Rico."

"Puerto Rico? What ship are you on?"

"I am the Ship Master for the Ceiba, a sailing cargo ship. We are docked in Stanley."

"Oh wow, old Captain Rodrigo's vessel. That's a fine, tight ship. You're working on that boat uh?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Call me George, Kolson!"

"Ok George, let me know when you hear back from them?"

"Will do and have a safe voyage back to Puerto Rico!"

"Yup, goodbye for now George!"

After a few weeks passed. George sent a text posting that the family would sell the boat as-is for fifty thousand USD dollars. All paperwork and transfer documents are included. I had put together a quick laundry list of things to do on that boat. Once the quick expenses began reaching six figures, fifty thousand landed too high. I texted back, thirty-five thousand all fees included. That's it!

In the meantime, Ceiba made its way back North loading cargo along the route heading back to PR. I am so fortunate to be working with Captain Rodrigo on this great ship, the Ceiba. A salty dog's dream gig.

Adding excitement to the adventure, is the occasional pirates wanting to board the ship, portraying as a broken boat or immigrant health issue. The cartels are always present along the route. The crew is always armed. I train them to be confident in their shooting abilities. It keeps the crew tuned up for those encounters.

Another month passed, George texted again. Forty thousand take it or leave it! I texted back. Offer reduced to thirty thousand. Consider it my last offer. Unfortunately, it seems that boat is going to die there in your yard!

Two months have passed. Ceiba had made landfall back home in Puerto Rico. It felt good to see some of my mates and shoot the breeze with them. Even Radkoff asked how I was doing on the Ceiba. He had heard good scuttle butt from other sailors down on the docks. Things were looking up for me. Only thing missing was a good girl to hang out with. Amaia had moved inland somewhere. Guessing that one is a confirmed done deal.

Out of nowhere, George called me. "Kolson, if you still want that Swan 40, it's yours for thirty thousand USD with all documents!"

I just about jumped out of my skin in disbelief. I am buying my dream boat. It's time to get busy, making a solid list of parts to buy and have shipped here to PR. First off, I sent a text. George, write up the documents, send them to me for my review, along with wiring instructions. Let's place a big red bow on this deal. Thank you for your efforts and see you in three months!

Chapter Five

I had arranged with Captain Rodrigo to skip every other trip so I could work on my Swan. It worked out great having parts and supplies shipped to Puerto Rico through my connections, then having Ceiba bring them down to the Falklands for me. I also hired a good man to help me with the Swan's restoration. His name was Davi, a hard-working Brazilian, good at organizing, overseeing the new parts and supplies as they landed.

A beautiful Argentinean woman named Belette, fell into my life. Her flowing long dark hair and stunning body distracted me during the day and kept me intrigued and warm at night. She is independent, an excellent cook, and housekeeper. She is special. A woman after my heart, one that I am surrendering to quite easily over the passing days, weeks, and months.

I met her at a swanky restaurant in Stanley, where she is the chef. The food I had ordered was not as expected, so I asked for a replacement. The chef appeared at my table showing her annoyance asking me what is wrong with it, in her sexy Latin accent? I stared into her dark brown eyes, and said, "I wanted to meet the chef that had created this wonderful dish!"

She dropped her guard, offered a big smile, and said, "I do not believe this is the case. But since you are so handsome, I will replace the dish for your pleasure!" She made me wait two hours, sending bread, wine, and spiced oils, till the place closed. She reappeared in a dress, bringing with her two dishes for us to enjoy together. We were soulmates from then on!

The Swan restoration is coming along well. First, strip back the hull and keel, fully re-glassed primed and painted two-toned, Navy Blue keel to water line, with Seafoam hull, and full-length flying arrow in Navy Blue. New zinc, interior teakwood refinished to a deep rich finish. Headliner and cushions recovered. Decking replaced with new 12mm Burmese Teakwood.

The mast was re-stepped and new Seldan electric headsail furler with dual tracks, Seldan alloy spars, mechanical backstay tensioner, rodkicker vang, jib downhaul, running Halyards aft, deck organizer, rope clutches, tiller tamer clutch installed. Autopilot GPS steering and waypoint navigation. This boat is set up for single handing from the cockpit.

The engine was overhauled with remanufactured propeller shaft and new propeller. Fuel and water tanks cleaned with new lines, filters, and pumps. Upgraded gauges, radio, and satellite communications. Raymarine wind and navigation equipment. New Main sail with traveler, Genoa sail, assorted Jib sails, and multiple Spinnaker sails. Twelve new Lewmar winches, cam cleats with fairleads and lines. Full canvas kit to protect it all from harsh weather conditions.

Nothing is left to chance. I touched everything to learn, repair, or renew, to ensure strength and stability under sail. This racer is brand new from top to bottom!

After a year of restoration work, she is ready to leave the dry-dock and be reborn to the seas. She needed a grand name. I picked Victoria! Magellan's lone remaining ship that long ago circumnavigated the globe, returning to Spain! Finally, the day came for Victoria to be placed back into the sea. She is sparkling and beautiful, like my beloved Belette!

I am dying to take her out for rig tuning and equipment shakedown. George, Davi and my sweetheart, would accompany me on Victoria's short maiden voyage just offshore of the islands on a perfect sailing day. That day had arrived!

The day is grand, the winds just right for tuning the rig. George manned the helm, while Belette glowed in the Sun. Davi and I did the tuning and equipment checks. After a couple hours of tuning and testing equipment, communications, and engine, we returned to berth Victoria! She will need a few adjustments, but overall, she's turned out to be a fast, fine vessel. After my quarterly run on the Ceiba, it is time to take Victoria on her first long distance voyage. I planned the voyage following Magellan's course through the Straits named after him. A truly magnificent adventure!

The week had arrived for the intended voyage. I told Belette of my plans for marriage and raising a family on my return to the Falkland Islands. She is excited that our plans are in tune with each other. Davi assisted me in preparing and provisioning for the trip. October has arrived. I waited for the perfect moon phase, tide and winds heading South Easterly. The time has come. My nerves and excitement are overwhelming. This is a true test of a sailor. Like a storybook. My friends, my future bride all stood at the dock, as I cast off this cool bright morning! As the boat motored out of the breakwater into open sea, I looked back one more time, waving goodbye!

Chapter Six

Leaving Stanley, I am on course sailing South passing Lively Island, then Motley Island heading towards Sandy Bay Island, where I took the inside passage to hide behind the island as the afternoon South Atlantic Northerly wind became stronger. I am tired of the overwhelming first day by myself at sea. Check everything, rest then break out early dawn.

In the morning, the weather was good, setting sail streaking past Bleaker Island, splitting between Bull Roads Bay and Sea Lion Island heading towards Barren Island for the night. In the morning, a long due West sail towards Argentina, directly into the Straits of Magellan! I accomplished the Atlantic Ocean crossing using my navigation equipment, verifying the route with my trusty Astra III sextant.

As nightfall closed in, I activated the running lights and beacon. More traffic than I expected, from cargo ships to smaller vessels. I entered the straits on course to stay the night anchored within Punta Catalina. In the morning, it's a sail into the narrows, flushing into Bahia Felipe dropping anchor in Bahia Gregorio for the night.

At dawn, it is another leg breaking South ending with a couple day stay in the Chilean city of Punta Arenas for provisions, equipment checks and a little touring and taking a breather.

Another day passed. I finally made it to Cabo Pilar, where I hid for the night before making my Westerly South Pacific crossing, with the prevailing Tradewinds of the open seas to Pitcarin Island.

The journey has been successful. An easy going seven days have passed. Victoria is holding up well. Minor failings, nothing out of the unexpected realm. The large ship traffic is overwhelming. You research it; you talk to sailors about it. But being in the middle of it is taxing, making multiple tacking calculations, trying to avoid these vessels that do not account for you and your boat.

Chapter Seven

Crack of dawn, time to double check everything. Set up my Autopilot and GPS navigation system. Reviewed all that data with my Astra III sextant. One last potty run and swig of strong coffee. Up to the bow, watching the Lewmar Venta auto anchor haul up do its job and set properly in place. It is going to be a long haul to Pitcarin Island. Eight-to-nine-day journey. Guessing I will cat-nap along the way. I am ready for this, as I released the Mainsail and unfurling a #1 (155%) Genoa, gently turning Victoria into the medium blowing winds, sails filling with warm winds, just like that, off we go into the fray! This is what it's all about!

After thirty-eight hours sailing, the wind got lighter. Tiller Tamer set, I laid out a Gennaker, retrieved the #1 Genoa, and auto hauled the 120% Gennaker (Genoa & Spinnaker Hybrid sail) we're off to the races, sailing high and tight, Dolphins tracking the Victoria, trying to keep up with her.

Day seven. I am beat. I had tacked North above my Northwest heading, with plans for a solid night's sleep. With some good fortune, I would slowly drift South close to my planned Westerly heading. I battened everything down. Set my running lights and beacon. Communications active. My inverter charging backup systems. As good as it's gonna get tonight, for safety and readiness. Hopefully, there will be no floating debris or whale strikes tonight!

All is quiet. The waters were calm, the moon reflecting off the water. The sky filled with bright glowing stars, as Victoria gently swayed. Enough of this. Time to sleep. Suddenly, the boat shifted to one side, startling me awake, shit what was that? I peeked out each port hole within the cabin. Nothing there. Maybe it was a whale bumping the keel. I laid down listening, really wanting to go back to sleep. Then I heard a whine, then a squeak, then a flapping sound like a wet sail slapping the deck. I leapt from my berth, gripped my flashlight and forty-five auto, slowly sliding open the companionway door, peeked out, flashed the cockpit, nothing. Turned behind me, flashing the deck. "Holy Shit," two women lying on the deck with glowing eyes looked at me and screamed as I did. I yelled at them holding the forty-five at the level, waiting for anything to move. They squealed and gurgled between each other like a conversation, then I saw them clearly as they turned away, sliding off the boat.

Are they Mermaids?

As my mind raced, they splashed back into the sea. I exited the cabin looking for them, there, treading water, is a woman with dark hair, greenish glowing eyes, as we stared at each other. I am in shock, checking myself for consciousness. Yup, I am awake, shit, I am standing here on deck, naked. At first, she squawked, with clicking type sounds at me, then in European accented English says, "Kolson, please turn the light away from my eyes. Why are you here?"

Speechless and stumbling for words. "Are you real?"

"As you are Kolson. Answer my question?"

"I was sleeping till you, and your friend boarded my boat."

'Why are you here Kolson?"

"How do you speak English, and know my name?"

"I will answer your questions, after you answer me in return. Why are you here?"

"Ok, I guess I am passing through. Heading towards Pitcarin Island, then on to Australia."

"You are many sea days away from there. You entered our waters and stopped here, why?"

"No reason, just stopped to rest. I am leaving at first light, or maybe even now!"

Another head popped up from the water. They squeaked at each other, then the second invader spoke to me. "We are not invaders, you are Kolson!"

Holy shit, she read my mind. "Ok, you know my name. What are you two, and what names do you go by?"

"Humans have called us Sirens, Mermaids and Sorceress, for thousands of your years. My name is Reina; her name is Nerissa."

"So why did you board my boat?"

"We are very curious of invaders that enter our water realm. May we come back aboard to continue our conversation?"

"Are you two planning on eating me, or just killing me for sport?"

"No, we just want to speak with you. To see if your mind matches your body."

"Well, as you know, I am armed. I'll drop a ladder at the stern of the boat. You two somehow managed to board without one before?"

As they made their way towards the stern of the boat, I could see their fins propelling them along. Nerissa, another striking dark-haired woman boarded first. She rose from the waters, appearing to have transformed from a fin to having legs to step on board with. Reina followed, with the exact same outcome. They are equally stunning and naked. What are they up to?

Chapter Eight

I have seen many things out on the high seas, but this is beyond mystical, unbelievable, most definitely non-human nature that I have ever experienced. I told them that I would acknowledge them as Mermaids, since I am a sailor, and served as a naval officer. It made sense to me, and my mind. They both laughed acknowledging my discomfort. Weirdly, I felt a little more at ease with them, now in their current form. Yet, still waiting for the shoe to drop!

Their faces, eyes and lips are exquisite. They seemed to be identical, with full breasts and shapely bodies. They were both hairless in the crotch, clearly exposing their pussies. Doppelgängers or Artificial Intelligence twin beings crossed my mind. We spoke for what seemed like hours, when Reina, slyly slid over next to me within the cockpit, touching my leg, then Nerissa appeared next to me on my other side, joining in the touchy feelie thing. Their kissing and sultry sounds seemingly putting me into a swirling trance as both my heads swam within their rhythms, and charms.

Before I realized it, one of them had engulfed my hardened cock in her mouth, while the other encased my head between her luscious tits. Moments later, they were lavishly kissing each other, as their high-pitched sounds reverberated between my ears. My eyes closed, as I felt a cool silky soft womb sinking down my shaft. I looked up, as one of them had squatted over me, riding me, as she sounded a sensual hymn. I felt a strength in my loins I have never felt before. A rush came over me, as I cummed not once but twice in her! Yet, I was still hard, and vying for more!

One of them leaned onto me, and began whispering in my ear, that they wanted me and were going to take me as their breeding mate. They have been looking for the perfect match of strength and knowledge, to breed with them, and to teach their spawns, what moves upon the surface above their undersea realm.

I was shaking, scared to death, yet their sounds and words, along with their bountiful bodies arousing me with their sex, calmed me into blissful wonderment of, why me? One got off me with the other taking her turn, as she sat on my lap, impaling my steel rod up her tight cool ass. She vibrated on my cock as she kissed the other while fondling each other's glorious tits, with one saying, "I feel his seed moving within me! He has impregnated me!"

The other exclaiming, "We have found our mate! Astonishingly, in hearing their banter, I cummed another two times, each sending powerful pulsating ejaculations into this woman's ass! Overwhelmed, exhausted, not in control of myself, I blacked out!

Chapter Nine

I woke up at first light. I could barely breathe. I crawled out of my berth. I looked around, feeling woozy. Stepping on deck, nobody in sight. I am choking trying to breathe. Then I heard a voice behind me. I turned starboard looking into the water. "It is Reina, I am here coming to get you, as she treaded in the water. Kolson, you must get in the water so you can breathe. You have been out of the water too long."

Sheer terror crossed my mind. I couldn't breathe from my mouth or nose. What is happening to me? Nerissa surfaced telling me, "Kolson, please come in the water with us. Don't be scared. You have changed, so you can be with us forever. Look at your skin, it is scaly and cool to touch. Feel your neck. You now have our gills, and you can also breathe through your skin. Feel your teeth, they are sharp. Notice your eyes are watery, filmy, and sensitive to the morning Sun. You are one of us now. We are family, together, the three of us. Come join us in our undersea realm. Your new home awaits you. We love you!"

I am stunned, choking to death in horror barely understanding now what has transpired. Visions of my life rolodexes, flashing in my mind. My family, the Navy, Ceiba, the Falkland's, Belette, my Victoria?

Reina chimed in, "Kolson, you must get in the water, before you suffocate! I collapsed, not able to breathe. I feel my last breaths go away. Suddenly, I feel hands lifting me and gently letting me sink in the warm waters of the South Pacific. I sank into the depths until I felt one of them, holding me neutral underwater as I caught my breath. My mind cleared, and then I saw my Victoria listing to one side. I broke free, jetting for the surface propelled by my large fin, driving me towards my Victoria! The women by my side saying, "She is gone Kolson. It must be sunk to avoid search boats looking for her and you! I am speechless, my mind blank!

I dove under as my Victoria is swallowed by the sea. I sank with her until reaching her final resting place. The running lights and beacon flickered until they fell dark. I couldn't cry, I wasn't sad, I wasn't happy, I wasn't dead!

Reina and Nerissa each took a hand, smiling at me. They were beautiful, with their long hair floating in the water looking like Goddesses! They wrapped their limbs and fins around me in rapture, nurturing, offering me strength, as I felt the rush of my new reality hit home!

We unfurled from our mutual embrace, as I spoke to them underwater through our minds, "I would like to gather a few tokens of my past life as remembrance. I do not want to forget. That life gave me joy and frustration. Yet it also gave me the strength to believe in myself and to persevere during tough times. That strength is helping me right now as I look at my new life."

Reina spoke first, as I became acclimated in identifying these two women individually. "Yes, Kolson, go gather your personal items that have meaning to you!"

Nerissa then said, "We will mark our charts were your Victoria lies. We know she is important to you. You will be able to visit her whenever you like. There are ways to keep your Victoria in place. We will both help you. You will find your new Victoria one day, even here from under the sea. We are excited for you to see our world."

"Thank you both for understanding my thoughts. It is hard for me to think, speak and convey it separately in my mind. It's crazy for me right now!" As I collected the things I wanted, an underwater surge pushed the boat to make her sway into another position. I came out from inside the cabin, to be confronted by a man holding a spear made of jawbone from a Marlins head. It startled me! Reina and Nerissa streaked in between us defending me from a strike by that spear point.

Reina transmitted out, "Charis, move away from him. He is our mate, or you will fight both of us!" As they floated along with their own staffs of death.

The hideous Charis, yelled out, "He is a human, a scourge of the seas, he must be shackled or killed immediately!"

"Reina, who is this fish that threatens me? I just got here!"

Charis moved, but Nerissa closed the gap with her shark toothed barbed spear pointing at Charis' throat. "Move away Charis, leave now!"

"I will see you at the gathering point, Nerissa!"

"Reina supporting Nerissa spouts, "Bring your best tadpole!" Charis seemed to snarl at me, laid back flashing his big fin swimming away, pointing his spear at me!

"What the hell was that? I guess the undersea world is not that much different than the human world!"

"Our worlds are not perfect. You are new and unknown. Our Merpeople will test you at every turn. Be yourself, they will see the man that you are, and why we chose you for our mate, you will see Kolson!"

"Great start for me!" They both nervously chuckled.

"Nerissa, collect the shell and let us head back to the gathering point."

"Yes, Reina, I will be back soon!"

"What's a shell Reina?"

"You will see my love; it is our ride!"

Nerissa came back gliding through the seas aboard a giant seashell being hauled by two huge orange Seahorses, coming to a flushing stop next to us. "Climb aboard mates. Let us get going!"

"Wow, unbelievable! Can I drive?"

"No, you cannot! You have much to learn first before anything else. Let us go Nerissa!"

"Nerissa chirped a sound, "Giya, Naxo, away!" These two Seahorses recoiled, Reina holding onto the edge of the shell along with my arm, as they bolted at speed like a pair of high-powered undersea jet skis!

Chapter Ten

As we reached the gathering point, I could make out about one hundred or more seashells like ours scattered along the ridges of the ravine. Horns cascaded from all sides, seashells rising and heading in our direction, passing by for a closer look of what Reina and Nerissa had captured. Dozens circling like drones aiming their death spikes at me. Multitudes of sounds jamming my head space, reverberating off the underwater hillsides. Nerissa took my hand, raising them together overhead, and belted out a new sound that scared me, and based on the response by the gathering herd, capturing their attention as well. They all found a place to land their seashells.

Reina spoke firmly. "This human has been selected by Nerissa and by me to be our mate. You will allow yourselves to know him before you denounce him. There are other transformers here as we all know. Is this understood?"

Whistling sounds emerged from the valley, guessing acknowledgement. A single horn belted out from across the hillside. A spearpoint aimed at our position. Then a chattering of barks, with about six seashells taking off over the rise. Reina said, "Charis is being a problem. His lust for me must be dealt with!"

Nerissa, chirped again, shaking the head stall lines on the Seahorses that were chomping on their bits. They slowly rose, along with the entire hoard of other seashells, like a group aligning into a flight squadron, cascading over the top of the ravine's coral mountain reefs, heading somewhere into the unknown!

"I transmitted out, "Where are we off to now girls?"

Reina responding, "Atlanticum Pelagus," our home! Wait until you see it, Kolson!"

Epilogue

You have been introduced to Kolson Von Peckerson, a West Point Naval graduate and First Lieutenant of a United States war ship, who recently has taken his latest adventure to the high seas on his fully restored S&S Nautor Swan 40 sailboat, following the route of the historic Portuguese explorer, Ferdinand Magellan.

He never expected to be interviewed as a potential breeding mate to a pair of beautiful Mermaids, much less being sexually accosted by these twins, then inexplicably transformed into a Merman? Now, he is on his way to "Atlanticum Pelagus," a new realm with his two sexy battle angels, defending their choice of mate!

How will this all work out for Kolson? Will Reina and Nerissa keep him as their Merman breeding mate? Will he survive those that see him as a typical surface dweller invader?

Who knows?

Could this be the beginning of a fresh new mini-series on the horizon?

Stay tuned!

The End

Until maybe next time. Keep the wind at your back, your tack straight and true. Take care, and Godspeed!