New Homeport Island (29 page)

won’t let them kill you.” Smity interjected, “ya…no, I mean
 worst case you get some kind of work detail or somethin’ you
 know?”  
Artimus watched as they struggled to form a box out of
Japanese knot weed, as they struggled to make line to lash the
 bamboo like stalks together he was dismayed but content until
 they tested the line or the fixtures and ensured they wouldn’t
 break. His stomach turned as Atrisia Wells tested each part of
 the cage that she had made showing no signs of a failing resolve
 every time a bit of line or a particular stalk failed. She simply
 looked at it analyzed the failure and improved her efforts. Every
 time she made eye contact with him through this process he
 nearly vomited.
Koleson brought him water and rations of bread with
 flirtatious delight. His big daddy boyfriend would soon be in a
 dungeon of delight. Koleson said, “Take this bread now and take
 me later.” Artimus looked koleson in the eye originally in
 disbelief, but in a matter of seconds it turned to lustful
 anticipation. Tied to that tree with a quivering stomach, tingling
 hands and toes, and baited breathe Artimus became sexually
 charged and erect. The bulge in his slightly torn khaki pants was
 teasing; then massaged by Koleson discretely enough that only
Atrisia noticed. She smirked a sly knowing look both
 intimidating and welcoming at Dave Artimus that seemed to say,
‘ya bitch it’s coming’
Artimus asked, “Can you make it bigger” the working party
 stopped and looked at what they had so far and Atrisia pointed at
 his bulging pants with the look of a school teacher and said,
“We already did.” then glanced around to the others working on
 the cage and made sure they all saw where she was pointing and
 that they noticed his current state of arousal. This mockery

further aroused Dave and his breathing became heavy and rapid.
Koleson started taking measurements of his Captains ankles,
 wrist, neck, thighs, and abdomen with a couple of coils of string.
He did this only to not incense the rest of the crew as he
 excersized an excuse to fondle Dave. The guilt of knowing his
 obvious fate and that he may never see his wife again thrust
 dave to the height of ecstasy as koleson pulled firmly on a coil
 of string around Dave’s thigh just as Atrisia tested the resilience
 of a short section of knotweed resulting in the knotweed
 snapping with a noticeable crack and pop sound that sent Dave
 over the top. Dave Artimus a castaway and former navy captain
 of a spurance class destroyer let out an orgasimic moan as the
 bulge in his pants twitched with a pumping rhythm. Atrisia
 stepped up and leaned in over Dave to inspect the wet spot on
 his pants crotch and glancing up to Dave’s eyes to enjoy the
 look of guilt and fear made a point of asserting she had
 witnessed his shame with her facial expression as she pointed
 left to right back and forth between Artimus and Koleson and
 said, “I think your actually going to like this, turns out you’re a
 bitch.”
 The rest of the survivors at the landing had taken to duties
 that removed them from the area of the captains impending
 incarceration, preparing fires to nearly be only ceremonial,
 seating areas of sand covered with loose grass and leaves, and a
 spot marked by a rock for the judges.
Chief brosuer in a conversation with ensign Bruce Deckly
 said, “It’s almost like the Captain has developed a split
 personality, but then if he had been gay or bisexual this whole
 time we wouldn’t have known. As for Koleson, we suspected it
 to the point of knowing; it wasn’t an issue and sort of asserted
 he was always an inferior to anyone that wasn’t gay.” Bruce

replied, “Under the suspection that the captain has always been
 gay it would be simple that his conduct was perfessional, but I
 work closer with him than you and I think it’s more a matter of
 stress. But, ahh…I’ve been there to see the admiral call him a
 passive aggressive fag.” Bruce laughed and continued, “…I
 don’t know about the fag thing but he was being very passive
 aggressive.”  
Bruce explained, “Captain Artimus wasn’t the I.S.i.C. the
‘immediate superior in command for one of our inspections. So
Cap’n Dave said ‘if your gonna treat me like a child I’ll act like
 one.’ It was an epic tantrum. Every time Admiral Duff said
 something Dave had a snide under the breath comment or sighed
 loudly.” Deckly laughed, “Clarkson’s been doing it to him ever
 since.” Bruce laughed so hard he had to sit down it was a
 welcome relief to the pressures of island idleness. The officers
 speaking with the captain over night time rations in the pentagon
 referred to the situation as ‘a depression that masturbation
 couldn’t cure.’
Brosuer said, “When we conduct this trial e should include
 charges for having lost the ship.” Deckly replied, “Ya, just
 formalities I guess.” Brouser asked, “You are his defense
 attorney aren’t you?” Deckly said, “no…ya, it’s taken care of.
But, what’re you gonna’ do you know?” Brosuer replied, “I
 don’t know…jail him until rescue?” Deckly responded, “Ya, he
 gets all the breaks. Considering life on this island being properly
 jailed and maintained would be like being sent to a holiday
 resort. I’m just wondering if the punishment you are seeking
 requires congical visits, and which female you’ll order to do
 those.” having said that bruce smirked. Chief Brosuer was
 startled at the comment and replied, “I don’t know if you’ve
 been paying attention but his bitch seems to be QM2 Koleson

and maybe congical visits should be mandated.” With that
 comment bruce placed his hand on brosuer’s back and patted
 him on the chest as he walked by saying, “excuse me.”
Deckly headed over to the ‘trial grounds’ a fair grounds of
 sorts soon to be quite the circus. He attempted to assert his
 authority as the defense attorney by making ridiculous demands
 as to the setting of the trail, more or less insisting there would
 have to be an entire courtroom built.
Brosuer stood in quiet contemplation considering his role
 as prosecutor and realizing political games he was unprepared
 for had already begun. He glanced around at everyone preparing
 for the trial and the mood seemed positive. He dedicated himself
 to getting actual justice one way or the other the cocked his head
 to the right and started singing the lymric ‘barnacle bill the
 sailor’
I was back at the boiler site and Athena had walked off, I
 figured maybe she’s doing the ‘bush thing’ but it turned out that
 was only Tommi’s gig. Micheal and Mike were working on the
 fishing boat. We had it all finished but we had to replace lines
 frequently. It was somewhere between sixteen and twenty feet
 long, I had really measured it. Its hull was a dark reddish black
 color from the smoke we sealed it with. The pontoon section no
 longer looked like a small log it had been smoothed with sand
 after burning away the bark but it was a natural wood color
 rather the red. The sail was a triangular sheet which worked
 nicely, but needed to be reworked every few days. The cabanas
 where holding up nicely and we braced the bottoms of the
 support columns with clay rings, maybe we would work them
 into being large ceramic columns but no reason to be too
 ambitious at the start.

We would be fishing again soon and I worried about the
 fish migration patterns and we were recording the approximate
 size of the schools of fish into the navigation circle which was
 originally just a sun dial.  
Athena stood down the beach and I could help be drawn to
 her. She stood there in her dungaree shirt and panties with her
 pants and bra lying on the beach beside her. She glanced at me
 as I walked up and she didn’t seem to concerned. I asked,
“Anything wrong Athena” She starred out at the water and said,
“Ya, Rob were stuck on an island.” I replied, “We’re working on
 it.” Athena responded, “Ya…I know. We have a boat. Yay…but
 it’s just for fishing because we need three months of provisions
 for the trip. Like the what?”  I replied, “The pinta or nina”
Athena continued, “Columbus’s ships. and it took two years to
 build those…two years.” I said, “Ya, I know. But we have to
 stay distracted, let’s go make some dominos and a Chinese
 checker board.” Athena looked at me blankly and tried to yell in
 anger but she chocked and coughed, and as she put her hand to
 her throat she uttered, “Bullshit” So, I took her hand and we
 walked up to fetch some clay.
I told her the story of my fourteenth birthday money. I went
 to a library and looked up music instruments, took a design for a
 clay ocarina to a crafts shop and made one. It cost my twenty
 two dollars out of the thirty six I had but after testing it I went
 over to the music store and sold it for two hundred dollars. The
 extra holes I gave it to ensure it could hit binaural tones seemed
 to add significantly to its value. Athena looked at my testing my
 honesty then laughed and said, “Only you. I don’t know about
 that binaural stuff but I am definitely making a flute or whistle.”
Athena had been pent up in frustration she eventually broke
 as we were making the Chinese checker board and said just after

she licked her thumb, “The whole time I’ve known you you’ve
 walked around with dirty on your face.” and she wiped at my
 jaw line she looked dismayed and said, “It doesn’t come off…” I
 replied, “Athena…I have Piuate native American ancestry.
Because my grandmother actually knew her grandmother there
 is no question, those freckles you are wiping at are freckles I get
 through that part of my bloodline. Honestly I wouldn’t have
 expect that misinterpretation from a black women.” She looked
 embarrassed and said, “I…some of the officers on the ship made
 some comments about you that I just belived…sorry.” I asked,
“What’s got you so stir crazy? Just cabin fever ehh, island
 fever?” Athena asked in harsh tone, “Isn’t that enough?” I calmy
 replied, “Yes, but sometimes it isn’t everything.” Athena
 retorted, “Just because we sleep together doesn’t mean you’re
 my husband.” I laughingly replied, “Well give me some time.”
Athena started mashing the divots into the Chinese check board
 a little more violently than what was required, and I said,
“sorry” she respond with a sigh and said, “Fuck you…how
 many of these marbels to we make for this?” I said, “I’ll have to
 remember what the board should look like and count them.”    
Mitch, Tommi and Micheal launched the fishing boat and
 as had become Athena’s habit since the fishing boat started to
 look like a real boat she looked up and called out to them, “Are
 you leaving us?” and the reply was what had become the
 custom, “We’ll be right back.” sometimes we would add ‘with
 fish’.            
 

Chapter Eight
It was a simple way of life
Artimus had really come through as an all-around
 villain, he had given our problem a name…and a cage. Contact
 between the two sites we lived in on the island had become more
 relaxed and the standoffishness had subsided. They informed us
 the trial would take place soon and if we didn’t intend to testify
 or present charges we should stay on our side of the island. I was
 there when Ensign Deckly with QM2 Koleson and GMMC
Brosuer with Atrisia Wells as well as the Command Master
Chief referred to it as “our side of the island” and breathed a
 noticeable sigh of relief, Hauldbalm scratched his head and said
 to his group, “I think they prefer to sit this out, they’re very busy
 keeping us all alive.” Mr. Deckly nodded an assuring nod and
 said, “We’ll be able to help more once this is all straightened
 out.” Athena, Michael, and I thanked them; Tammy, Tim, and
Mike were a little more reserved.
Once they headed away from the clearing with the
 rations we had brought, we headed back feeling less under
 threat. Dave Miles was the watch on the hill and Michelle had
 the patrol. Mitch was tending the boilers and I decided I needed
 to do some scouting. In truth there were a few things I needed to
 sort out and needed the time alone.
It was the day before the commencement of the trial,
Artimus was jovial in his cage, he had had plenty of one start
 hotel service and stranded on a desolate island that’s just
 heaven. He did however realize he would soon once again be

their captain or worst case scenario be joining a beleaguered
 work force as the second oldest guy on the island.  
You could see the scheming in his eyes as he observed
 how the group got along; up to date he hadn’t cared so long as
 all believed he was in control. After gazing at Washam for a
 while he realized holding eye contact was taken as a threat. He
 had to gesture dismissively by rubbing his eyes and acting as
 though he were suffering from allergies a time or two, but for
 the most part he was able to observe unnoticed.
McCree spoke with Deckly about the circumstance
 and that regardless of the outcome she wanted to be a girl, which
 being that she was a girl or women I would have thought it to be
 an odd thing to say as did Bruce given the expression on his face
 but Dave Artimus seemed to understand completely. Atrisia
 wells was the next subject of observation and she scratched at
 her crotch liberally, Artimus seemed to gleam some meaning to
 this as well. Brosuer seemed exceptionally polite and soft
 handed when interviewing the sailors for the trial; he had the
 demeanor of an elementary school teacher. Jane looked
 confused and dismayed, but also as if she could see a
McDonalds just on the horizon. Becky was staring at Jane’s ass
 which was not unusual for her, it seemed as though she were
 aware of some tattoo of some kind and couldn’t help getting a
 visual from the sight of Jane’s posterior from their time together
 as roommates, an unfortunate aspect of sisterhood. Koleson had
 bribed one of the women to give up her bra and walked around
 shirtless with it on, from the mountain top where I observed this
I could actually see Artimus shake his head at the sight of that
 and mouth the words, “No help there.” Scott Tinnel was
 urinating in the direction of the cage at a distance of some ten