SHIPWRECKED, OBEY, SUBMIT is an action-packed adventure on the high seas as the super-rich fight the forces of nature in a losing battle with a cyclone that is hell-bent on sinking the superyacht.

Only part of the crew and passengers survive the storm, but they end up on a fog-shrouded island far off course when they should’ve been in the vast open waters of the South Pacific. Three women and three men find themselves left to their own devices for survival, but they are far from being the ideal couples. The three men are part of the crew and the three women lost their husbands or lovers to the storm.

After months on the island, the men see a better life in a different way. The women are dependent on the men for their survival, and there is little they can do to avoid the inevitable outcome. They know little of the background of the men, and that is an unfortunate mistake. The crew had women in every port, and their tastes ran from the exotic to the perverse. Nothing is off limits to satisfy their sexual desires, and with little hope of rescue, it is time for the women to earn their keep.

The captain and the mistress of the ship have been at odds for years, and he finds satisfaction in taming the mistress of the ship, humiliating her in front of everyone, but it is bondage that compels her submission. Her sister finds something disturbing as she watches her sister submit, but unlike her sister, she finds excitement in submitting and the pleasure is enhanced when she is bound. The third young woman, a trophy wife for an older man that had long given up on sex, finds herself drawn to a young, virile man that takes her with youthful exuberance.

But, nothing could’ve prepared them for what the men had in their depraved minds. It’s an exotic island, but the women are more exotic as they succumb to being readily available to the men at any time or in any manner. Is it the island of pleasure or the island of Hell that the six of them occupy? Powerone takes you on an action-packed adventure with the diverse characters forced to confront each other until the strong take command and the weak are mastered in every way.



Chapter 1
Queen Bitch

Michael hated that the ship was named Krazy Karissa, but he was never asked when it was christened two years ago. It was too fine of a ship for such a name. The mega-yacht was one hundred fifty-six feet of pure luxury. His first mate was at the helm as the ship sliced through the water like a hot knife through butter. It was two A.M., and he was headed to his cabin, but he went to the back deck to gaze out on the water first to calm down after a hard day. The gentle tropical warm breeze blew lightly. It grew warmer the farther they got from Honolulu as they headed to Sydney.

He thought everyone had retired, but he saw the lights still on in the lower salon in the stern. Asher, his chief steward, would’ve never left them on. He was too good at his job. Michael was about to turn around, not wanting to disturb anyone, but he stopped when he heard the sounds. It wasn’t the sound of talking or laughing, but the moans and the sound of making love. It wasn’t that unusual, but that night, Michael stopped and went back. He didn’t know why that night was any different from the dozens of times in the last two years he came upon the same thing. His footsteps were soft. The storm cover was still up on the large window that opened into the lower salon, and the lights, while dim, were still bright enough so he could see everything very vividly.

He saw Wyatt first. He was the owner of the ship and his boss. He was naked, but Michael had seen him so many times almost that way in a bathing suit, but now, his cock was out, and it was hard. But, his eyes left him immediately as it went to the other occupant of the room. It was Karissa, his wife. She stood in front of Wyatt as she slowly began to take off her clothes. She was down to her bra and panties, not much more than her bikini, but Michael waited patiently to see the rest. He had a good view of her. He wanted to see the bitch naked and crawling on her knees to Wyatt. It’s what she deserved. She was responsible for his bad day.

Karissa teased Wyatt as her hands went behind her back and she undid the bra, but she didn’t let it fall, she held it on her breasts with one hand. “Stroke your cock for me, Wyatt. Get it big and hard for me.” She had Wyatt naked and stroking his cock as if she had him on a leash. Wyatt desired her so bad, she could probably make him masturbate and cum for her if she wanted to.

Wyatt would do anything for Karissa, and he usually did. He gave her everything she desired and more. As wealthy as he was, she was his downfall. He could have anything he wanted except for her unless she allowed him that privilege. She’d insisted they take the ship to Sydney for Wyatt’s closing on the company he bought. He’d have a month on the ship for himself with her. Her sister and boyfriend coming along upset that a bit but not much. The other couple was Wyatt’s partner, older, but he had a young trophy wife, but they were no hindrance to his plans. It hadn’t worked out according to his plan yet, but since they left Honolulu and the weather got hotter, so did Karissa.

“Do you want to see my breasts, Wyatt?” For thirty-four, she had the breasts of a twenty-something. They stood up tall and proud without the least amount of sag. She worked out religiously to keep her figure.

“Yes, show me them,” Wyatt eager.

She let the bra slip to the deck, but she pushed one hand across both of her breasts. It wasn’t enough to hide them completely, for they were far bigger than that. Her nipples grew hard into her hand as she always grew aroused with such ease. She pulled her arm away. She arched her back and thrust out her breasts haughtily.

“Play with your nipples, Karissa.” Wyatt encouraged her. The hornier she got, the more he got.

She tweaked her nipples, and they tingled to the depths of her breasts. Her pussy grew wetter as Karissa stared at Wyatt’s cock.

She had big areolas that surrounded the perkiest nipples Michael had ever seen. Her fingers made them big and hard from just the slightest touch. Michael would love to get ahold of her tits. He’d do much more than allow her to show them. He’d take possession of them in ways she could never fathom. How could such a bitch be this beautiful and sexy? He wanted to see her pussy.

“Do you want to see more, Wyatt?” Her fingers teased across the top of her low-rise panties. Wyatt couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and she couldn’t blame him. The panties were low on her belly and so tight that he could easily make out the full lips of her pussy and the generous divide that separated them.

Michael could see part of her ass, and he was disappointed that she didn’t wear a thong. She had a nice ass, and Michael was an ass man. He was sure that she’d never given it up. He’d like to bust her ass cherry. Come on, slip off your panties.

She slowly rolled the top of her panties down painstaking slow to tease Wyatt. She could see the drops of cum that already leaked out the head of his cock. He better not shoot out prematurely, or she’d have to punish him for that. He did it once, and he regretted it. She made him get hard again and cum for her immediately a second time. He didn’t want to, his desire gone, but she treated his cock and balls roughly until he had no other choice.

Wyatt got the first hint of her brown bush. The fine hairs stood out against the background of her white skin. There were few parts of her body that weren’t tanned, and that was the tips of her breasts and her pussy.

The wetness between her legs increased as her panties played over her bush and the follicles resonated deep between her legs. She finally rolled her panties down, and she let them slip to the deck. Her hand coyly slipped over her pussy to hide it from Wyatt’s searching eyes, but she continued to tease him by spreading her legs wider.

Michael hated that she had a bush. It was nice, but he preferred his women to be shorn, and he insisted on it. For those that weren’t shorn, he loved to do it the first time. There was nothing sweeter than to have your face between a woman’s legs up close and personal and slowly shave her pussy until it looked as though she was a newborn baby. Karissa’s naked ass offset the disappointment from her bush. She had two full buttocks split erotically by a neat crack. Her buttocks were relaxed, and his imagination ran wild when she spread her legs wider as if he could see the mysterious hole tucked between her twin buttocks. He could play with her ass all day.

“Move your hand, Karissa.” Wyatt grew desperate. He had to see her pussy.

“My, we are eager tonight, Wyatt.” She knew she couldn’t keep him in suspense much longer, or it would be too late. She finally pulled her hand away. She moved closer to him, spreading her legs wider as she stood there naked before him. Wyatt still stroked his cock.

“Get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth.” The words slipped out of his mouth in haste before his mind comprehended what he said.

Now what Michael wanted to see was haughty Karissa on her knees with a cock in her mouth. That is what the bitch needed. He waited for her to obey.

She ignored Wyatt completely as she always did. The last time she sucked his cock was before they were married, but since their wedding night, his cock never entered her mouth, and it would never again. “That’s right, Wyatt. Lean in close and show me what your wonderful mouth can do for me. You made me so wet for you and your big cock. I need your mouth licking my pussy,” she heaped praise on him to get him to obey. He fell for it every time.

He could smell her arousal. She wanted his cock, but he needed to get her wet enough so she could take his monster inside her. She always needed that. It was the fate that every man with a big cock had to deal with. “Yes, let me take care of you, Karissa. You need me.” He wet his lips, and he immediately attacked her pussy. His fingers plucked apart her pussy lips, and he saw the glimmer of her arousal. His tongue began to lap up all her sweet nectar. It tasted good as his tongue explored every inch of her pussy. He had to release one of her pussy lips so he could stroke his cock when he ate her pussy.

“Yes, yes, just like that, Wyatt. You know just what I like. Keep it up,” she continued to urge him on. She wouldn’t let him stop until she came. He’d be disappointed, but she’d fuck him and make him cum like she always did. He just hadn’t been able to make her cum with his cock in at least a year now. She didn’t know why or care, as long as she got her pleasure, and his tongue was doing it well.

Michael never knew Wyatt was so weak with her. He was known to be tough in business, and he was stern as Michael’s boss, but with sex, the queen bitch, Karissa, ruled the roost. She needed to be broken by a stern master that would take and break her, but Wyatt would never do it. She’d lead him on forever. He did see that she enjoyed sex. At least she wasn’t one of those women that hated sex and took it out on her husband.

Wyatt soon had her cumming, but he seemed to be surprised when she did. Karissa fooled him once again.

“No, no, don’t cum,” but he never pulled his mouth or tongue away from her pussy. He wouldn’t disappoint her that way and leave her hanging. She might do the same thing to him. He lapped up every drop of her juices that flowed freely under the skill of his tongue. It lashed across her clit to drive her lust. He always did that to her. It was his curse that he was too good and made her cum. He didn’t pull away from her until he was sure she was finished and her body stopped shaking.

The minute he sucked on her clit, she was a goner. It was his fault as he knew her weakness and chose to ignore it. Her body exploded on him, and her hands went to his head to make sure he didn’t desert her until she was finished, but it wasn’t needed. His mouth never left her pussy. His tongue moved urgently over her pussy and drove her orgasm higher, but he was always so gentle. If only one time he’d bite her pussy lips, even by mistake. She was sure that it would drive her higher. “You’re too good, Wyatt. Why do you do that to me?” She blamed him.

“I’m sorry, Karissa. I can’t help it.” He was a born cocksman, and nothing would ever change that. “What about me, Karissa. I performed on you with my mouth, do the same to me?” He waited impatiently for her answer, not stroking his cock any longer, fearing that he’d cum prematurely and end it all. He liked that she was beholden to him now.

“Sit back on the couch, Wyatt. I’ll take care of you.” Her juices ran down her thighs, but Wyatt couldn’t wait any longer.

He held his cock up in his hand as she moved closer to him. She was going to suck his cock. If he touched his cock the slightest, he knew he’d cum instantly. He was too excited at the thought of her taking him in her mouth. He’d ejaculate as soon as her mouth gripped his cock, but she’d have to lap up every drop of it, and he was profuse.

Michael had hoped to see her suck Wyatt’s cock finally, but instead of her getting on her knees, she straddled his hips. He saw her pussy perched high above Wyatt’s cock as he held it up, but he didn’t care to see it go inside her pussy. Instead, his eyes were drawn to her buttocks. When she straddled his hips, her crotch opened up wide, but it wasn’t only her pussy. Her buttocks parted as if they were the Red Sea. Nestled in the sea of white flesh was a tiny, virginal hole that beckoned to Michael’s eyes, her ass hole. So small and delicate, it begged for the touch of his fingers to open her up, and then, it would blossom for his cock. He’d have her begging for his cock in her ass.

She was still soaked, so his cock went in with ease. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. He wouldn’t last long, so she had to work fast. “Oh, you’re killing me with your big cock, Wyatt. It’s so big and hard. It’s like you’re trying to split me up the middle with it.” She had all the lines ready for him, and Wyatt fell for all of them in spite of the fact that she’d used them over and over. His ego wanted to hear them, not caring that she said the same ones often. She clenched his cock as her hips began to move back and forth. She could feel his cock slide in and out of her, but she wished he were bigger. She clenched her pussy as tight as she could around his cock, but it never gave her the fullness she desired.

It was as though his cock was in a hot, tight vise that enveloped his cock. She might have cum, but her pussy was ready for him again. He had that way with women, an insatiable appetite for his cock. He held out as long as he could, but she was too good. “Yes, I’m going to cum in you, Karissa. Drain the cum from my cock with your tight pussy. Fuck me to death!” It hurt the first time he jetted inside her, but by the time the second jet shot out, it was pure pleasure. She continued to fuck him, and he rewarded her with more of his cum in tribute to his skills. He shot four times inside her before she slowed down, but he felt her pussy muscles continue to work on her shrinking cock.

She finally stood up as the cum ran down her thighs. She picked up the nearby towel that she had placed there for this outcome. She wiped her thighs but then threw the towel around her body. “I have to clean up, Wyatt.” She left him to clean up the cum on the couch so Asher, the chief steward, wouldn’t find it in the morning. Even on their own ship, they had little privacy. There were eleven people on board now, and the ship was only one hundred fifty-six feet. That made it sound more crowded than it was. She ran up to the master cabin so she could take a quick shower and then get into bed.

Michael could see that they were ready to leave, so he left immediately, not daring being caught as a voyeur. He saw that in sex, Karissa wasn’t any different from the rest of her being. She was a bitch, and on the ship, she was the queen bitch.

Chapter 2
The Crew

Michael met Wyatt in San Diego in January of 2017. He’d applied for the captain’s position for Wyatt’s new superyacht that was now finished and moored in the Kona Kai Marina in Shelter Island. They had talked by video conference four times, and this was the final interview. He was flown from Ft. Lauderdale to San Diego at Wyatt’s expense, so he knew the job was his unless he somehow fucked it up.

The limousine took him directly to the Kona Kai Marina and would drop his luggage off at the nearby Kona Kai Resort. The ship was moored where the superyachts were. It was a magnificent ship. He’d seen pictures of it, but in person, it was much more. Newly completed, it was worth the twenty-six million dollars Wyatt paid for it. It was a feat of engineering excellence as well as luxury.

Wyatt Collins was forty years old and a billionaire many times over. He had a few million dollars when the bubble burst in 2000-2001. He picked through the trash that was swept out, buying assets worth millions for just thousands. Most Internet companies went bankrupt but not before Wyatt picked their balance sheet clean of assets like a vulture. With uncanny skill, his own money and daring, he mixed assets from varying companies into new ones with a new focus on profitability, not sales. He also bought up a considerable number of Amazon shares in the $8.00 range in April 2001 and never sold them. He watched them go to $40 in 2005, $125 in 2010, $398 in 2013, $750 in 2016 and they now sit at $1,400 in 2018. His other companies prospered under his leadership to include over four hundred separate companies, most of them related or in the Internet space.

Wyatt looked like the typical billionaire, handsome and demanding. The women loved him, but Wyatt had finally settled down two years ago when he married Karissa Snow. She was eleven years younger, but she didn’t come from the same social circle of wealth as Wyatt. Her family lived a modest life in the suburbs of Boston where her father was a successful lawyer. A chance meeting brought them together, and Wyatt was taken by her beauty. All the articles about him mentioned the same thing, his absolute devotion to her. They had no children.

Wyatt had checked out Michael Stone long before their first video conference call. He had a lot of money invested in his new ship, Krazy Karissa, named jokingly after his wife, and he wanted to make sure that the ship and his family would be in the best of hands when they were on the ship. Michael was young for a captain, forty years old next month. He first captained a ship at the young age of twenty-two, but it was a small ship in comparison to this. He had decades of experience. He’d be charged with hiring the rest of the crew—a first mate, chief engineer and a chief steward. He knew what was needed and the people available to do the job. Wyatt would hire the chef.

Michael was tall and muscular, over six feet four inches. He kept up his body, for the sea could be rugged. He was handsome, and Wyatt was sure that he had women in every port as he was unmarried. Most of the crew would be unmarried. The sea wasn’t a great life for a married man. Wyatt had interviewed older, more experienced captains and less experienced younger men, but they all had flaws. Michael seemed to be the perfect fit. He was expensive, but he’d be worth every dollar.

“It’s good to meet you in person, Michael. How do you like her, Krazy Karissa?”

Michael loved the ship, but he’d be embarrassed to tell any of his friends the name of it. Why did people name ships with stupid-sounding names? “I can’t wait to get onboard and see her.” He shook Wyatt’s hand, but his mind instantly bonded with the ship.

Michael had a firm grip as Wyatt expected. He was glad that Michael was eager to see the ship. It was as if she was a fine woman to him, something to nurture and care for. Wyatt took it for a floating hotel that had all the luxuries he desired. It was just another toy, but the ship would be out in the middle of the ocean, and Wyatt wanted it in the hands of an experienced captain.

Michael could smell the newness of the ship at the same time he smelled oil and gasoline as if they were all perfume to his nose. He went to the forward control room first. That would be the brains of the ship, and the engine room would be the heart. The rest of it was for the convenience of Wyatt and his guests. He took in the control room. He couldn’t wait to set out in the ocean and see what she could do. She’d go sixteen knots top speed, and she’d go 5,000 nautical miles without refueling. It had every modern engineering feature it could have. It was custom built.

It was as though Michael already had the job. He took to the ship as if she was his own. Wyatt let him take it all in. They went from the control room on the top deck all the way down to the engine room where Michael petted each piece of machinery as though he caressed a woman. It was an hour before Michael said a word to him. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yes, she is.” Wyatt would never be attached to the ship as Michael was now. Wyatt finally took him up to see the remainder of the four levels of the ship. This was where Wyatt would live. Karissa designed the master cabin with her every whim attended to. It was large enough for a king bed and also a couch. The whole ship was modern design, and the furniture was the same. There were four guest cabins with one of them having twin beds. There were four crew cabins along with a captain’s cabin. Two salons were elegantly appointed, one in the front of the ship and one in the rear. There was a sundeck area along with another area with enough room for jet skis and storage. It took another hour to see it all.

Michael waited for him to make the next move. “You did a great job designing the interior,” he complimented Wyatt.

“My wife, Karissa, is responsible for most of that.” They sat down in the salon. “I would like to take her out by next month with you as the captain.” He handed him the sheet of paper with the offer that included a $150,000 salary along with a bonus, health insurance, flight expenses, uniform reimbursement and training reimbursement. He would live onboard for free as well as food and sundries provided. “Here is my offer. You’ll have free hand in hiring the crew that would consist of a first mate, chief engineer and chief steward. I’ll hire the chef. At times, there might be a call to add additional crew depending on the cruise and the number of guests I might have, which you’ll handle. The other crewmembers might have to double up in the rooms, but it wouldn’t be often or for an extended period of time. I have no desire to spend any of my time in the running or maintenance of the ship. You’ll have a budget, but that’ll be your only controls by me.”

Michael took only a minute to contemplate the offer. The offer and the ship were too good to pass up. He already had a number of people in mind to fill out the crew. Men he’d worked with in the past that had the qualifications and attitude in tune with him. “Where would you like to go for your first cruise?”

“Karissa has her heart set on Hawaii in February. The weather should be nice, and with the ship, we wouldn’t have to fight the tourists for the best accommodations during the busy season.”

“No problem, I can start tomorrow. I’ll find you a nice marina in Hawaii. I should have a crew and the ship ready to go in February.”

“I’ll have your contract sent over to your hotel tomorrow along with all the necessary details regarding payment procedures for the ship’s funds. I have a very efficient accounting department and they’ll work with you without problems. I have to get back to L.A., but here is my private number if you come across a problem that you can’t solve. Welcome aboard, skipper.”

“Thank you, Wyatt. It’ll be a pleasure to be your captain.” That was almost too easy. One minute he was hired and the next the owner was gone and out of his hair. He’d celebrate his success that night and go to work in the morning. The weather in San Diego was much nicer than Ft Lauderdale. Not as hot and no humidity or bugs to deal with.

* * * *

He had his crew within a week, all of them his first choices. He had a limousine pick them up at the airport and take them to the ship. Michael had checked out of the hotel after the second day, as soon as the contract was formalized and signed. He wanted to move into his new quarters. The captain’s cabin was big by crew standards, but the other four crew cabins were of good size also. He moved in, and it looked like his by the end of the day. He must’ve walked the ship a hundred times the first day, taking in everything in minute detail. He wanted to know the ship by heart and be able to walk it even if he was blindfolded. He started working on familiarizing himself with all the outside vendors in San Diego and also finding which ones in Hawaii could handle a superyacht. He wanted to make sure that the first cruise was memorable for all the good reasons, not any bad ones.

His first mate was the first to arrive. He came in from Portland. Calvin was thirty-six and unmarried. He was on boats since he was sixteen, working his way up the line. Michael knew he’d be looking for a captain’s position in a couple of years, but Michael was lucky to have him until then.

Calvin looked like a California surfer, although he never took to a board in his life. He loved the sea, but he wanted something much bigger beneath his feet than a tiny board. His blonde hair was neatly cut now for the job, but it wasn’t always that way. Like most crew on ships, he was fit. It was demanding work that required fitness, mental and physical. He wasn’t as tall as Michael, coming in at six-two, but he was as muscular as Michael if not more. He always had this infectious smile on his face as if he knew something you didn’t. He charmed the women with that. He was personable with the guests, and that was important. He also knew how to take orders and when to give his opinion or keep his mouth shut.

“Damn, Captain. She’s a great ship.” He was impressed with Krazy Karissa. He’d never sailed on anything this modern or big. It was a big step up for him, and he was appreciative of Michael for this chance. He’d learn a lot.

“Yes, she is. We set off for Hawaii in less than two weeks for the first voyage, and I want it to be perfect.”

“No problem, Captain.” Calvin settled into his cabin within an hour and was set to work. He wouldn’t let Michael down.

Bud was the next to arrive. He flew in from Cote d'Azur, France where he’d just finished up a maiden voyage on a ship named Forever Enough that was just built. It was a bit smaller than Krazy Karissa but only by ten feet. Bud new all of the latest equipment and power plants. He was the cream of the crop, and Michael was lucky to get him. Michael hadn’t worked with him for about five years, but he kept up with Bud, and he knew that one day they’d be together again. Bud would be the senior of the crew at forty-eight. He was unmarried, but he didn’t look or act his age. He’d go out chasing women with the rest of them, and he was usually successful.

Bud went to the engine room immediately when he saw the ship. It was so new that it was immaculate as though there was no oil or gas anywhere near it. He’d taken out five ships on maiden voyages in the last year, but he wanted something long term where he could make her his own. “She’s a beauty, Captain. I can’t wait to hear her hum.”

“You can start her up tomorrow. We leave in less than two weeks for Hawaii. Make sure that she runs like a charm.” Michael knew he had the best in Bud.

“No problem, Captain. I’ll master her, and she’ll love it.” Bud couldn’t wait.

The last to arrive was Asher, the chief steward. He was the baby of the group at twenty-six, but he wasn’t inexperienced. This was the most important member of the crew at least as far as Wyatt was concerned. The rest of the crew was behind the scenes, but Asher had to take care of the owner and the guests every minute they were on the ship. With Wyatt’s money, everything had to be perfect, and Asher would be responsible for making sure the impossible happened as though it was planned. Asher had done this since he was fourteen. He’d worked the high-end cruise lines where he learned the fine art of pleasing the picky and bitchy with a smile on his face and always an answer from his lips. Michael was lucky that the owner of the last ship he worked on decided to sell it and that made Asher available as if it was fate that he came aboard. “I’m glad that you could make it, Asher. I really needed you,” Michael wasn’t afraid of admitting it. The owners and guests were always demanding when they got to this level. Michael would have to deal with Wyatt but not in the same way as Asher.

“I was glad to get the call. I see that you got Bud and Calvin. It’ll be a great crew. I read about the owner, Wyatt. More money than god. What about his wife?” That was always the most difficult to please. They had lots of time on their hands and always wanted to get in the way. “The ship is called Krazy Karissa. Tell me her name isn’t Karissa, Captain.”

“Her name is Karissa,” Michael unfortunately admitted.

“I told you not to tell me that, Captain. Is she crazy?”

“I haven’t met her yet, but I expect the worst. That way, whatever she is can only be better.” Michael didn’t want anything to do with her, but that was always impossible. He hoped it would be bearable.

“It should make for an interesting first voyage. Try to get as much information you can about her so I can try to foresee all of her impossible expectations.” He knew that Wyatt and Karissa never owned a ship before, but he hoped that they had at least chartered some ships before throwing out twenty-six million on this ship along with the millions it’ll cost every year to maintain her and the crew.

That night, the four of them went drinking together, the first of many times. There would be a lot of downtime when the owners didn’t take the ship out when they’d drink more. When the owner was on board or had guests, they’d be good and devote all their efforts to the job of pleasing them. They hit the Ambassador Lounge, a loud and boisterous bar on Shelter Island. It was just what they needed for their first night together.

* * * *

For one hundred fifty-six feet in length, it moved with such precision. They took it out of the mooring the following week, going out of the harbor and letting the ship feel its oats. Everything worked to perfection, and Michael felt good about his ship and the crew. They pulled back into the mooring without any trouble. They would be ready by the time Wyatt came down the following week.

Jean-Lou came aboard at the end of the week. “Permission to come aboard, Captain,” he said with reverence to the captain. He was new to being the chef on small ships. He used to work luxury liners, so this was a big break for him. He didn’t realize it at the time, but he’d met Wyatt Collins and his wife a year ago on a cruise. They loved his food and wanted to meet the chef. Jean-Lou’s job was to make everyone happy, and if that involved a meet and greet, he did it with style. He must’ve made a good impression because a week ago he got a call from Mr. Collins’ assistant to see if he’d be interested in taking a position as chef on his superyacht. He wasn’t sure what was involved, but he went to an interview with Mr. Collins. It wasn’t just an interview. He was requested to cook a dinner for eight in Mr. Collins’ home. Tomorrow night. Not to turn down a challenge, Jean-Lou took to it. By the time the dinner was over, and everyone was having coffee in the living room, Mr. Collins offered him the position of chef on his private yacht anchored in San Diego. When he heard the pay, benefits and the thought of living aboard a luxury yacht all year long for free, he couldn’t and wouldn’t turn it down. He was there to start his new life.

“Permission granted, Jean-Lou. I’ve been expecting you. Let me show you around.” Just as Michael wanted to see the control room first and Bud wanted to see the engine room, Jean-Lou’s interest was in the galley. It was outfitted like the finest restaurant. “You’ll have two masters on the ship. Wyatt will give you instructions on what he wants and when, but I’ll tell you what you can and cannot do aboard my ship. I’m sure that we’ll have no problems. I noticed you never were a chef on a private yacht, so there are a few things that are different. You’ll also feed my crew and me, and undoubtedly, there will be excess food that will spoil once the current voyage is over. It’s customary for the crew to have a great feast after the owner and guests leave.”

“No, we’ll have no problems, Captain. It’s your ship. And I’d love to have a great feast for the crew. I love to see men indulge themselves in the creations I make. It would be an honor to prepare a feast for them. Tell me about any dietary restrictions you and your crew might have, so I can prepare meals appropriate for everyone. I noticed that your crew is in excellent physical shape, and I have no intentions of ruining that. In fact, you inspire me to lose a few pounds.”

“We’ll give you a hand when you need it. Asher is the chief steward, and you’ll work closely with him to please our owners and the guests. He’s very good with people, and I’m told that you are also. It might be a change here because you’ll have to contemplate what the owners and guests will require while we’re at sea. That is often tricky, and the owners can be fickle if they are unfulfilled in their every desire, but Asher is good at planning for the unexpected.” Jean-Lou could stand to lose a couple of pounds, but he was nothing like the other chefs that Michael knew. They were fat from sampling all the food they made. He noticed that he was only thirty-three, so he fit in the middle of the rest of the crew as far as age. He should make a good addition to the team. He was also unmarried.

“Yes, I figured the supplies and the limited space aboard for storage would be a problem at sea. It’s not that you can pull over to get supplies. I’ll learn the owner’s tastes and desires quickly and anticipate them.” He had so many questions to ask, but he needed to get busy. He didn’t have much time to get everything he needed for the voyage, and he had to find the best ingredients. Luckily, San Diego was a city that had the finest restaurants, so it wouldn’t be difficult to find their suppliers.

It was a busy week, and the pier was always filled with vendors coming to ready the ship or unloading cargo to go aboard. Every morning Jean-Lou was off to the markets at the crack of dawn to get the first pick of the finest meat and seafood. He’d found the farmers markets for fresh vegetables, but he’d wait until the day before departure so they’d be as fresh as possible, but it was only a five-day trip one way to Hawaii, so they would be available the whole trip. They’d spend two weeks in Hawaii, and they would hit three of the islands, so there would be lots of opportunities for him to seek out fresh meat, fish and vegetables while there. There were two other couples that would join the owners, so he only had to serve the six of them and also the five members of the crew, including himself. He was sure that it wouldn’t be structured with three meals a day like a cruise ship. These people were incredibly rich and ate when they wanted to and often, but he loved to whip up delicious dishes without notice. It drove his creativity to a new high each time and allowed him to experiment.

Asher became good friends with Jean-Lou instantly. He knew that to keep the owners and guest satisfied required not only great service, but also great food and drink. Jean-Lou even taught Asher a few new drinks to make. Asher gave him suggestions for snacks that might be appreciative.

Michael and Calvin stood in the control room. It was tomorrow when Wyatt, Karissa and the two couples would arrive and they’d depart by noon, so they would be out to sea by the time the sun set in the west. Everything was planned down to the minute detail, Michael wanting nothing left to chance. He met with the crew before dinner, and everything was ready.

Chapter 3
The Maiden Voyage to Hawaii

Michael, Calvin and Asher stood on the deck while they waited for the guests’ arrival. They were all dressed in their uniforms, picked out by Michael but approved by Karissa. It was Michael’s first and only communication with her since he took the job and it was all by email. He hoped their relationship stayed this way forever. The three of them wore matching dark blue polo shirts with light brown Slam Miami Fast Dry slacks. On their feet were dark blue Sebago Clovehitch II deck shoes.

The entourage that pulled up on the dock promptly at ten surprised Michael. There were four identical black SUVs. The first one held Wyatt and Karissa, and Michael got his first glimpse of her. She didn’t look as crazy as his head had conjured her up. In fact, if he didn’t know her and met her at a bar, she’d be top on his list to pick up and bed that night. He knew that she was at least ten years younger than Wyatt, but her money must allow her to keep her figure as though she was in her low twenties, not thirties, but her clothes told a different story. No twenty year old wore clothes as expensive and stylish as hers.

He watched her as she brushed her blonde hair from her face as a breeze blew up from the water. He caught sight of her firm breasts that pushed out the pullover she wore. Her slacks were cut for her body as if they were a second skin, and he waited for her to turn sideways so he could admire her ass. He wasn’t disappointed at the tight buttocks that were molded by the slacks. She was beautiful, and from the look on her face, she knew it.