Overhearing the Guard officer, I headed down and met him in Jenny's room, just as he started removing the bondage. I calmly offered him the master key to the locks holding her bound, and made sure he removed the helmet first. Nick was doing the same in yellowrose's room.

"What's going on here," Jenny asked. "Why is this sailor removing my bonds?"

"Ma'am, I was just responding to your screams! We heard them on deck, and became suspicious. First the blown-apart pirate craft, then you women in bondage..." the Coast Guardsman said.

I cringed at the 'ma'am', knowing how much Jenny hated the word. She was, after all, only 29.

"Well, first of all, get your fucking hands off my goddam tits, buddy. That doesn't exactly feel like any 'rescue' I've ever heard of. Secondly, I'm the daughter of United States Senator ******, and he'll have your fucking balls for breakfast if you ruin my trip. I am here voluntarily, as are the other girls here. Now put the goddam handcuffs back on, replace the hood, and leave me the HELL alone!"

Not a real shrinking Violet is our Jenny. She'd been nice. Didn't mention the Secretary of Defense was her Godfather, or that Mrs. President was her Godmother. Bondage calms her down. Some.

From the next room, I heard the sound of several slaps, and some ruckus. I got there just in time to see Nick backing out of the room.

"Nick, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, it seems yellowrose is just a little peaved that the Coastie was removing her cuffs and helmet. She just told him that she is heir to the Sam ****** fortune, and he better unhand her, and keep his hands off her thighs."

"Can't say I blame him.... she has some lovely thighs. Looking forward to spreading them one of these nights." Nick looked wistful, dreamy.

"Keep your mind on this, First Mate!" He knew I was serious; I had mentioned his rank.

The Chief from the Guard cutter came out of Jenny's room, looking a little sheepish. "Captain, I wish to apologize for the unfortunate interruption to your routine. It's just that the situation seemed..." I cut him off in mid-apology with a wave of my hand (this very hand!).

"Never mind, Master Chief (ignoring the fact that I had just bumped him a grade higher... flattery can never hurt). You were just doing your duty, as you saw fit. Would you call off your dogs now?"

He called to his other men to undo what they had done, and reassemble on deck. Leaving Nick behind to be check on each of the ladies, I followed the Guardsman back on deck.

Ten minutes later, three more apologies having been offered, including one in writing to the ladies for his and his men's inappropriate behavior, they finally reboarded their cutter, and began to move away.

Ahh! Peace at last.

Who was ~I~ kidding? Peace? With this bunch of yahoos belowdecks? And I was right, too. That very minute the radio spoke up.

"Ahoy, 'Sailing Master', ahoy. This is CopterAir Charter Flight 291; we are approximately 4 klicks away from your position, with a passenger to debark on your craft. Do you have a helipad, over."

I grabbed the radio mike. Nuts. NOW what?

"Flight 291, this is 'Sailing Master', Captain Chksng speaking. We have no helipad as we are under sail instead of power. Give us 4 minutes to dowse sail, then approach us from the stern. Keep sufficient altitude to clear the masts. Repeat again, you have a 'passenger', over?"

"Aye, sir. A female passenger and cargo. Two baskets worth, plus passenger, over"

My mate and I looked at each other. "BabySub", we said at the same instant, and shared a good laugh. Nick got busy dowsing sail, and I moved aft to guide the copter jockey in. Ten minutes later we had a pile of luggage and boxes just slightly smaller than Mount Everest, and a somewhat shaken BabySub. I looked at her, and at her mountain of stuff.

"This is a private sail yacht, BabySub, not HMS Titanic! Where am I supposed to stow all those darn crates and suitcases?"

"Oh," she responded in a small voice. "I just brought along the stuff I absolutely needed, Sir."

I decided to go through the cases, hoping that 'absolutely needed stuff' might include a few non-essentials. I turned to Nick, ordered him to get underweigh to Point B on the chart, and grabbed BabySub to help searching the luggage.

"The boxes are liquor and foodstuffs. We might just have room for that. Let's check the suitcases." I opened the first one, and came across snow parkas, mittens, stocking caps, and boots. Shaking my head (and shaking with repressed laughter), I said, "BabySub, dear. We're going on a tropical cruise. Why O why did you choose to bring snow gear?" I couldn't wait to hear the answer.

"Because it might be... cold, Sir?"

"BabySub, did you ever study geography? World climate? Anything like that?"

"Yes, Sir, I studied both those at University."

University? HER? Poor professors... But I had to ask the next logical question.
"What major did you read, dear?"

"Oh, two majors and a minor, Sir. Math and Physics, minor in chemistry, Sir. And my masters was in Ecological Chemistry, Sir." BabySub finished.

To say my jaw dropped would be an understatement. "Oh." I said. "Let's talk more about that, but not right now. Open up each suitcase, and we can sort."

She had 2 full of toys; practical packing. One was full of cosmetics and female needs, along with about 30 panties. Hmm. What was she planning, keepsakes for the sharks? Two more were simple clothes, and a few dress-up things. The rest (towels, bed linens, heaven knows what all) wound up going over the side. We were distinctly overpopulated now, and needed every spare inch.

"If we need any of that, we'll buy it at our next port of call. You gals don't get to wear clothes much anyway. Pick up a couple suitcases, I'll grab a couple, and we can go down and stow them away." We did so, and I had BabySub help me undo the bondage on the other four ladies. I asked the four to get ankle and wrist leathers out and apply as needed, and to massage each other and work out the kinks. Then report on deck with an extra set for BabySub.

Twenty minutes later we were alone in an open sea, and the winds had calmed entirely. Time for a little swimming fun for all 7 of us. I had Nick drop the hook and dowse sails. Enough for a day.