As dinner was completed and dishes were done, I caught Jadetiger's eye and strolled up on deck with her. The water phosphored as Sailing Master cut silently through, tiny philoplankton and brine shrimp adding their natural odors to the perfume of the open sea.

We sat together on a bench near the bow, Jade's head on my shoulder. Sharing private time when half the folks on the ship were telepathic could be difficult: we both put up our shields, leaving just a tiny hole open for each others' communications.

Jade, 'you have overcome some serious concerns, Sir. Fear has mostly dissapated, love among the family grows, respect for all becomes the way of things. I commend you, sir.'

Chuck, 'acknowledgement for hard work completed is always appreciated. One concern left.'

Jade, '?'

Chuck, 'Nick is very shy. Amy tried to encourage you to help him heal; you were uncertain of her meaning. That was it. No rush of course, and no coercion: if it feels correct and you have the attraction, enjoy.'

Jade looked around and saw the operations light on in the control cabin. She looked in my eyes, read the approval, rose, and slowly approached him in the control room. I knew it was good.

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As Nick and Jade became acquainted, I turned on one of my new defensive toys at the other end of the control room. A deep radar closely related to the Aegis sets installed on American Cruisers, the relation ended when the equipment itself was inspected. Although the military sets were state-of-the-art, it was 1975 state of the art. MY set was 2005 top of the line, and could see the steel fillings in a native's teeth half a mile ashore.

Hmm. Something odd here. I grabbed the control remote and stopped us dead in the water. Combining the sonar and deep-radar images, I saw something under the coral and weeds which surprised me. A WW2 Submarine? Kind of shallow as well. I paged Amy and Nick to control and showed them the display.

"Wow!" Amy said. "A real early-war American "S" class diesel." Not worth anything historically except to the families of the heros aboard, Nick agreed we'd open a can of worms if we notified anyone. The three of us decided it would be best to honorably destroy the sub: she was in shallow enough water to impede navigation, and we wished to assure the heros' graves were untouched.

Nick and I prepared a ship-to-ship (Harpoon) missle, and plotted the course so the blast would push the wreck over the edge of a ridge into a deep underwater trough.

We called the rest of the crew to the foredeck, and told them what we had found. Not the sub's nationality or even the age, just that these brave sailors had laid down their lives in the attainment of world peace. I fired the Harpoon and checked the results: as planned, the graveyard was now 500 feet deeper and safe from curiosity seekers.

Nick put us back on course, and I went below to the Salon. Enough for one day. Picking Myya and sari out by eye, the three of us moved into my Cabin for some spanks, soaks, smooching, snuggling, and sex.

Ever hear someone scream into another woman's pussy? Odd echoes if you do it right.....