Brad Logan - A ball with the kids

Up and down Loon plunged. Crashing sounds came from below as pots and dishes slipped from their places. Poke saw Sue struggling to remain on her feet as the boat swayed violently around her. She was trying to secure anything that might get broken. As Poke watched her now, even with her tits swaying and ass switching, he felt no lust. In that ocean, his lust was put away for better weather.

"This is ridiculous!" Sue yelled to John as she came to the companionway and clutched at the sill. "Let's head for Deep Harbor."

"Okay," John yelled back. "But the tide's out and the entrance to Deep Harbor is shallow. Get the chart."

Sue disappeared, then returned with the chart. She wedged herself in the companionway, with her back and feet to its sides, so she could read the chart.

"Thirteen feet mean low water right in the middle. Rocks on both sides," she called.

"Is that deep enough?" Poke asked.

"Sure. Loon only draws eight feet," John said. "As long as we don't hit a rock?"

They changed course and trimmed the sails, heading for the safety of Deep Harbor. Poke couldn't see anything but the rocky coast of Marshall Island, and then only when Loon rose to the crest of a wave. But on one trip to the top of a wave, Poke saw the entrance to the harbor. It was narrow, with rocks sticking out of the water all around the waves crashing in, explosions of white water. Beyond the rocks, the harbor looked like a quiet millpond.

"Looks like we're not the only one," John said. When Loon rose again, Poke saw another sailboat heading for the narrow entrance to the harbor. It was well ahead of them, and wouldn't be in their way.

As they neared the entrance, Poke saw the look of concentration on John's face. He was scowling, his forehead wrinkled, his eyes burning as he gazed ahead up at the sails, and all around. If they hit a rock Loon would be holed, and probably smashed to matchsticks, Poke knew. Also they would most likely be drowned.

"No!" John screamed suddenly, so loud that Poke's flesh went cold. "No! The other side!"

Poke looked in the direction of John's horrified gaze. John was watching the other boat, which was taking a different channel into the harbor.

"They're going onto the rocks!" John yelled. "There's no water there! Don't they have a chart?"

Sue stuck her head up from the cabin. Poke watched in horror. There was nothing they could do. With the wind howling and the waves hiding them every few seconds, the people on the other boat wouldn't hear them. John waved frantically every time a wave lifted them into view of the other boat.

Meanwhile, John had to steer carefully to keep Loon off the rocks.

"Go forward!" John screamed over the howl of the wind. "Get the anchor ready. Hold onto the lifelines with one hand. Don't let go of the lifelines!"

Poke climbed up on deck, clutching the lifelines with both hands as he moved slowly forward. The deck dropped from beneath him every few seconds as Loon slid down a wave. The wind made it difficult to keep his balance. Besides those problems, Poke was watching the other boat sail to its doom.

As they entered the harbor, Poke had the anchor ready to go. It had taken an amazing amount of work since the boat was wild beneath his feet and he had to hold on with one hand.

Now Poke saw the other boat hit the rocks. It came to a sudden, jolting stop. With each wave, it lifted gracefully, then came down with a sickeningly abrupt crash. And every time it hit, it leaned farther over.

Loon was in the harbor now and the waves disappeared. The water was smooth. The sea stopped throwing the boat crazily and let it sail smoothly forward. Wind still whistled in the rigging, but that was a minor annoyance.

"Let it go!" John yelled to Poke, who tossed the anchor over.

John waved, indicating to Poke to let the anchor warp play out. With a slashing motion that John had shown Poke before, he signaled to cleat the warp.

John opened a locker under a cockpit seat and pulled out a coil of heavy rope and a coil of light rope. He pulled the dingy up to Loon's stern and threw the ropes into it.

Poke hurried back to join John. They climbed into the dinghy and rowed for shore, while Sue came out to lower the sails.

"I don't know if we can do much for them," John said as he and Poke pulled the dinghy up on shore and ran to the rocks near where the other boat had gone aground. They saw the boat lying on its side, still rising with the waves and crashing down. But she wasn't hitting so hard now, since it had been washed to deeper water.

As they neared the grounded boat, they saw two people clinging to the high side of the tilted cockpit.

Getting as close as they could, about thirty feet away, John dropped the ropes. One had a monkey's fist, a heavy ball woven in the rope, at one end. He tied that light rope to the heavier one, swung the monkey's fist around, and let it fly. As the people on the boat caught it, Poke recognized them. It was Muffy and Taffy on Flame!

"Pull!" John yelled.

The girls pulled until they had the heavier rope. Taffy almost fell overboard into the rocks, but she caught herself. Then Muffy took the rope forward and made it fast.

Now, every time a wave lifted the boat, Poke and John hauled. They managed to pull the boat ten feet forward each time. Soon, the boat was free of the rocks and in deep water.

"We're sinking!" Muffy yelled.

One side of Flame looked as though it had taken a few cannonballs. No wonder she was sinking.

Flame was already low in the water. Poke and John pulled the boat until it was aground on the sandy shore. The boat leaned over, but there were no waves here to smash it down again and again. Now Flame merely lay down like a tired dog.

Muffy and Taffy jumped into the waist-deep water and slogged ashore. They were both crying with panic as they collapsed on the sand.

"You'll be all right now," John said to them. "We'll keep hauling your boat in until the tide his high, then she'll be safely on the beach. Meanwhile, come with us. We'll get you some dry clothes."

Muffy and Taffy finally recognized Poke when they calmed down. But they were still crying and shaking as Poke and John helped them to the clink and rowed them out to Loon.

"I thought we were going to die!" Muffy kept saying.

When the girls were dry and snug in Loon's cabin, though, Muffy began worrying about Flame. Then Poke knew she was all right.

They went back to the beached boat several times, hauling it higher onto the sand as the tide rose. At high tide they secured it with several lines tied to trees, then left her safe until the next high tide.

Back aboard Loon, the five of them had a big dinner and a few drinks. By dark, they were all ready for bed. Muffy and Taffy chose to sleep with Poke in the forepeak, much to Poke's delight. Of course, the only other choice would have been to camp out in the cockpit. And after what the girls had been through they wanted to stay out of the howling wind.

In the forepeak, Poke opened his sleeping bag and spread it out over the three of them. He was in the middle, saying his prayers.

"I can't sleep," Muffy said. "I'm still too excited."

"Me too," Taffy said.

Poke's prayers might be answered, he thought.

"Oh, Poke, when I saw it was you who saved us, I couldn't believe it!" Muffy said. "You saved our lives!"

"Really, you did you know," Taffy said. "We would have drowned if you hadn't pulled Flame off the rocks."

"Well, it was John who knew what to do," Poke said. "I did pull harder when I saw it was you, though."

"How can we ever thank you?" Muffy said as she put her arms around the boy.

"Just having you safe and here is thanks enough," Poke said as he returned her embrace.

Taffy snuggled up to Poke's other side. Suddenly he was aground on the shoals of the girls' tits.