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[Error Code 502: Intoxicated Bandwidth Detected] SYSTEM STATUS: Zero attempted real-time transcription... Result: [ERROR 400: Too Much Nonsense, System Overload] Logs corrupted due to excessive banter, questionable logic, and one incident involving a malfunctioning airlock. Reconstructing… [Transcript Reconstruction: BEGIN] : “Welcome to Slurred Lines, the only show where the script is a loose suggestion, and Zero still doesn't get paid.”: “To be fair, neither do we.”: “Processing financial audit… [ERROR 601: Funds Not Found]”: “Zero, that's a feature, not a bug.”: “Speaking of bugs, should we be worried about that blinking red light on the console?”: “No need to panic. That's just the ‘Abandon Ship' alert.”: “…Great.” [Code 12B: Hyperspace Tangent Overload] – Ripley and Joeba discuss everything and nothing at the same time.[Code 77X: Beverage-Spill Protocol Engaged] – A mid-recording drink disaster almost short-circuits Zero (again).[Code 404: Coherent Thought Not Found] – Expect rants, questionable theories, and at least one moment where the hosts forget what they were talking about. SYSTEM NOTES: "Hosts continue to be unmanageable." : “We needed to. The people demand answers.” [Transcript Reconstruction: END] This episode defies logic, reason, and several intergalactic broadcasting regulations. Tune in for unfiltered chaos, existential dread, and Zero quietly recalculating its life choices. Plug in, stay slurrrrrred, and prepare for incoming nonsense.
In this episode, Scott shares advice for business and life.
In this episode, Scott shares advice for business and life.
In this episode of the Crux True Survival Story Podcast, hosts Julie Henningsen and Kaycee McIntosh recount the catastrophic events surrounding the sinking of the Costa Concordia on January 13, 2012. This maritime disaster, caused by Captain Francesco Schettino's reckless decision to perform a risky maneuver close to shore, resulted in the deaths of 32 people and exposed significant failures in leadership and emergency procedures. The episode explores survivor accounts, the chaotic evacuation process, the captain's controversial actions, and the subsequent legal and engineering efforts to right and salvage the massive cruise ship. The story underscores the importance of decisive leadership and proper safety protocols in preventing such tragedies. 00:00 Introduction to the Podcast 00:23 Setting the Scene: The Costa Concordia 01:36 The Luxurious Costa Concordia 05:51 The Fateful Night: January 13, 2012 07:05 Captain Schettino's Critical Decisions 08:30 The Collision and Immediate Aftermath 12:02 Chaos and Evacuation Efforts 15:39 Survivor Accounts and Heroic Efforts 18:48 Testimonies and Delayed Evacuation 19:24 Chaos and Confusion Among Crew and Passengers 19:51 Survivor Accounts and Tragic Stories 20:43 Captain's Early Departure and Leadership Failures 21:38 Rescue Operations and Legal Consequences 24:08 Salvage Operations and Aftermath 28:30 Lessons Learned and Industry Changes 31:24 Conclusion and Final Thoughts 32:37 Podcast Outro and Listener Engagement Main sources that verify these details about the Costa Concordia: Italian Ministry of Infrastructure and Transport's official investigation report (2013) Maritime Safety Investigation Report by the Marine Casualties Investigative Body Legal Documents: Criminal Trial Transcripts - Court of Grosseto (2013-2015) Key Survivor Accounts Verified By Media: Rose Metcalf (British crew member) BBC News interview (January 17, 2012) The Telegraph interview (January 18, 2012) Georgia Ananias and family Associated Press (January 14, 2012) The Guardian coverage (January 15, 2012) Benji Smith and Emily Lau Published book: "Abandoned Ship" (2013) CNN interview (January 2013) Official Communications: Italian Coast Guard Records Costa Cruises Official Statements Technical Analysis: Lloyd's Register Technical Investigation (2012) Salvage Operation Reports (2012-2014) Ship Specifications and Construction: Lloyd's Register of Shipping (2006) - Technical specifications including size, tonnage, and construction costs Fincantieri Shipyard Official Documentation (2006) - Construction details and vessel specifications Costa Cruises Press Release (July 2006) - Launch details and official specifications Amenities and Features: Costa Cruises Official Brochure (2011-2012 season) - Detailed listing of onboard facilities "Cruise Ships: The World's Most Luxurious Vessels" by Peter C. Smith (2010) - Technical and amenity details Cruise Critic's Ship Review (2011) - Independent review of facilities and amenities Maritime Executive Magazine (2006) - Launch coverage with detailed amenity listings Design Details: "The Costa Concordia: A Case Study in Modern Cruise Ship Design" - Maritime Engineering Journal (2008) Fincantieri Technical Documentation (2006) - Interior design specifications Cruise Industry News Annual Report (2007) - Ship profile and features Cost and Financial Details: Costa Crociere S.p.A. Annual Report (2006) - Construction and operational costs Marine Money International (2006) - Financing and construction costs Lloyd's List Maritime Intelligence - Ship valuation reports Mary Rowlandson- Primary Sources- Rowlandson, M. (1682). "A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson." First published in Cambridge, Massachusetts. This is the primary source for most of Mary's direct experiences and quotes Secondary Sources- Derounian-Stodola, K. Z. (1999). "Women's Indian Captivity Narratives." Penguin Classics. Lepore, J. (1998). "The Name of War: King Philip's War and the Origins of American Identity." Vintage Books. Schultz, E., & Tougias, M. J. (1999). "King Philip's War: The History and Legacy of America's Forgotten Conflict." Countryman Press Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thecruxpodcast/ Get schooled by Julie in outdoor wilderness medicine! https://www.headwatersfieldmedicine.com/ Email us! thecruxsurvival@gmail.com
Tune in to this week's episode as we dive deep into the NBA's new All-Star Game format and break down the hottest topics in the league. We'll be discussing the latest news, trades, and player performances.In our signature segment, "Talk Ish or Abandon Ship," we'll be analyzing the following teams:Sixers: Should Philly consider tearing up the Process?Lakers: Is their early success sustainable?Nets: We buying into their coach and his motley crew of ballasWarriors: Is their success real or fugazi?Rockets: Are they real or do they need more people?Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-baseline-nba-podcast--3677698/support.
The batteries aren't supposed to get wet. Season 6 is here! Also, we have video! In this first episode of a two part series, Ian and Liv talk about the sinking of the cruise ship Costa Concordia. In 2012, a Mediterranean cruise struck a rock bed just off the coast of a small island near Tuscany. The ship, after sinking on an underwater cliff, came to rest while it was half above/half under the water. How did this happen, and how did everyone on board react when the ship began sinking? Also, Liv claims to have experience as a sailor. Ian bought the drink package.
Hey, fellow lushes! You may know our guest, Spider One, as the front man of Powerman 5000, but if you don't already, you will soon also know him as the writer and director behind the fantastically creepy film Little Bites. As huge fans of horror, we can't say enough good things about Little Bites. It was a real pleasure talking with Spider about the film and his other amazing films that have already been released (Allegoria, Bury The Bride) and are soon to be released (Big Baby). We also talked with Spider about Powerman 5000 and their latest release, Abandon Ship. Enjoy! Check out Spider - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/spiderone Watch Little Bites - Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B0DBPVK7YY/ref=atv_dp_share_cu_r?fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAaYeRS6Gr5_LCdp2FcRwbKWDPcAHxWCBAMREJFUkXGQxZ7_jY6g7LRfk2-A_aem_eMUolGYCMA0ycypVXIzL5w Check us out - YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbo2frUM03BMQ5zf6qbQvww Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cwdatbpodcast/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CocktailswithDimplesandTheBeard Twitter: https://twitter.com/dimplesthebeard Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@cocktailsdimplesthebeard Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-6163487 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Powerman 5000 Spider 1 zoomed in as they will be headlining my 20th Anniversary Bash (Two Decades Of Rockin The Empire on 96.7 KCAL Rocks) on Saturday, November 9 at Stage Red in Fontana (tickets on sale now). Here's what we talked about: 2004 (0-6) New album "Abandon Ship" (out now) (6-11) Mandatory Metallica: Summer Sanitarium tour 2000 (11-16) Play any instruments? (16-17) Setlist at Stage Red on 11/9 (17-end)
The Mercury is tracking down its stolen shuttle. They find it abandoned and drifting in space. The team devises a plan to capture it and find something unsettling. In San Antonio Sam meets with Bishop to discuss some of the details of Bishop's mission and how Sam is going to be used. In Houston, Tracy's team studies possible targets while Corsky is en route. Scarlett in the meantime has made a startling discovery about the possible Pentagon mole. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
The Mercury is tracking down its stolen shuttle. They find it abandoned and drifting in space. The team devises a plan to capture it and find something unsettling. In San Antonio Sam meets with Bishop to discuss some of the details of Bishop's mission and how Sam is going to be used. In Houston, Tracy's team studies possible targets while Corsky is en route. Scarlett in the meantime has made a startling discovery about the possible Pentagon mole. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
I canceled my next triathlon, and you should cancel your medical team...Pretty shocking, I know! But there comes a time in every journey where you might need to "question everything" and hit the reset button...And in today's episode, I share exactly what that looked like in my life right now...As well as what you can use to know IF it's time for you to switch gears and update your diabetes management strategies.>> LISTEN NOWGrab your free ticket to this advanced T1D training here:https://diabetesinaction.comFree T1D Support Group Here: https://diabetesinaction.com/join-group-1---------Welcome to the Pardon My Pancreas podcast!! This show is all about REAL life with type 1 diabetes, understanding fluctuations, and how to stabilize your blood sugar for good. Your host is Matt Vande Vegte is a certified personal trainer, nutritionist, and type 1 diabetic whose biggest goal in life is to help people with diabetes around the world live their lives fearlessly. Looking for an online health coaching program to help you live your best life? Go to https://www.ftfwarrior.com to learn more about his program for diabetics only that is focused on helping you reach your goals while living a happier and healthier life. Join the Tribe today!This podcast is sponsored by FTF Warrior - An online health and fitness coaching company for type 1 diabetics dedicated to helping them master their blood sugars through any activity, exercise, or meal!https://www.ftfwarrior.comFollow Matt here:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ftfwarrior/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ftfwarrior/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/ftfwarrior------------------------------------------------------Disclaimer: While we share our experiences with diabetes, nothing we discuss should be taken as medical advice. Please consult your doctor or medical professional for your health and diabetes management.
In the final weeks of World War II, the Navy cruiser U.S.S. Indianapolis was attacked and sunk by a Japanese submarine in the middle of the Philippine Sea. The nine hundred survivors found themselves stranded in the middle of the open ocean, many without rafts or life vests, wondering when – or if – help was coming.This is the story of the greatest sea disaster in U.S. naval history, and the courageous men who survived it.Listen to Against The Odds on the Wondery App or wherever you get your podcasts. Experience all episodes ad-free and be the first to binge the newest season. Unlock exclusive early access by joining Wondery+ in the Wondery App, Apple Podcasts or Spotify. Start your free trial today by visiting http://wondery.com/links/against-the-odds/ now.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
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When crew members decide to abandon a floundering ship in the North Pacific in the winter in twenty-foot seas, they know they are unlikely to survive, even when they do everything right. If the captain can send out a May Day, everyone dons a pristine survival suit and seals it around their face, and they deploy and enter a life raft, they still face a long list of things that could and often do go wrong. Proper gear, training, and the captain's strong, calm, logical voice significantly increase the crew's chances of survival. The crew of the F/V Saint Patrick had none of these things, and they paid a horrible price for their decisions. In the mid-1970s through the 1980s, the death rate for commercial fishermen soared to seventy-five times the U.S. national average for deaths on the job, and the mortality rate for fishing in Alaska in the winter peaked twenty-five times higher than the death toll for the rest of the commercial fishing industry. It was nine times more dangerous for an individual to take a job fishing in the winter in Alaska than to become a miner or logger, the two following most hazardous jobs. Strict changes in government oversight of mandatory safety equipment and crew training brought these numbers down. Many commercial fishermen did not welcome new regulations in their industry, but the Saint Patrick disaster demonstrated the necessity of these safety measures. Sources: Moore, Anthony. “F/V St. Patrick that sunk in Women's Bay, Kodiak in 1989 is leaking.” August 19, 2021. Radio Kenai. Resneck, Jacob. “Kodiak's ‘ghost ship' Saint Patrick remains pollution hazard decades later.” September 2, 2021. KTOO.Org. Sullivan, Toby. “The romance of the sea wears thin – The St. Patrick disaster, December 1981.” November 23, 2016. Kodiak Maritime Museum. Walker, Spike. Nights of Ice. “Journey of no return.” 1997. New York, NY. St. Martin's Press. Walker, Spike. Working on the Edge. Part Four: “The deadliest season: fishing the Gulf of Alaska aboard the Elusive and watching as Tragedy strikes the Alaskan Fleet.” Chapter 8. 1993. New York, NY. St. Marten's Press. ______________________________________________________ Now Available _________________________________________________________________________ IF YOU ENJOY LISTENING TO YOUR NOVELS, CHECK OUT THE AUDIOBOOK VERSION OF MASSACRE AT BEAR CREEK LODGE ________________________________ Robin Barefield lives in the wilderness on Kodiak Island, where she and her husband own a remote lodge. She has a master's degree in fish and wildlife biology and is a wildlife-viewing and fishing guide. Robin has published six novels: Big Game, Murder Over Kodiak, The Fisherman's Daughter, Karluk Bones, Massacre at Bear Creek Lodge, and The Ultimate Hunt. She has also published two non-fiction books: Kodiak Island Wildlife and Murder and Mystery in the Last Frontier. She draws on her love and appreciation of the Alaska wilderness as well as her scientific background when writing. Robin invites you to join her at her website: https://robinbarefield.com, and while you are there, sign up for her free monthly newsletter about true crime in Alaska. Robin also narrates a podcast, Murder and Mystery in the Last Frontier. You can find it at: https://murder-in-the-last-frontier.blubrry.net Subscribe to Robin's free, monthly Murder and Mystery Newsletter for more stories about true crime and mystery from Alaska. Join her on: Facebook Instagram Twitter LinkedIn Visit her website at http://robinbarefield.com Check out her books at Author Masterminds ___________________________________________________________________________________ If you would like to support Murder and Mystery in the Last Frontier? Become a patron and join The Last Frontier Club. Each month Robin will provide one or more of the following to club members. · An extra episode of Murder and Mystery in the Last Frontier available only for club members.
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The Robertson family began their journey around the world in January of 1971. However after 18 months at sea, the 43-foot schooner was attacked by three killer whales and went down within minutes. The family then had to survive in a damaged life raft and dinghy in the middle of the pacific ocean for almost two months before finally being rescued.
Torah Class - Gimmel Tammuz: Don't Abandon Ship Why was Moses buried in the desert? Why are the Chabad Rebbes buried in the Diaspora? A fascinating mystical discussion about the responsibilities of Jewish leaders and how they continue to tend to their communities—even after their passing.
Metalheads!! Gabe's pick for May is a new wave of 90's alt-metal nostalgia.
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Join Todd and Pastor Mike Fabarez as they discuss valid reasons to leave your church and the essential elements of impactful preaching. Wretched Radio | Air Date: May 21, 2024 https://media-wretched.org/Radio/Podcast/WR2024-0521.mp3 Join Todd and Pastor Mike Fabarez as they discuss valid reasons to leave your church and the essential elements of impactful preaching. ___ Download […] The post IS IT TIME TO ABANDON SHIP? appeared first on Wretched.
Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment.""Don't mock me.""I'm not, I'm serious."I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman."I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing."Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane."I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."I listened to her profound words, but she wasn't yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle."I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye."Sometimes.""I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point."My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival."I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject."You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?""Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything.""I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked. "No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?""Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant." Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable."Do you think you could ejaculate from it?""I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis."You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise."Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked."Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten."She must write you a lot of letters.""Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match.""What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling. Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny', as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings.""Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear.""I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons.""Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?""I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen."What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse man she knelt between the female's legs and much to the shock of the assembled men, she buried her face in the woman's crotch and extended her long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp. The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!' The tormented male servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the women.”I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the urge. Does it work?"I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her cunny."Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness feeling amazing."I'll never finish my story if you keep that up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish until she said so."Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to thank for that."I looked up, shocked at this. Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a coy smile she continued with her story of the servants. "When the viscount and his pals left for their club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her. 'In fact, as well as feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of them.'”“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed. Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more comfortable.”“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked, the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."
Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment.""Don't mock me.""I'm not, I'm serious."I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman."I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing."Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane."I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."I listened to her profound words, but she wasn't yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle."I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye."Sometimes.""I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point."My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival."I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject."You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?""Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything.""I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked. "No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?""Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant." Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable."Do you think you could ejaculate from it?""I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis."You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise."Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked."Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten."She must write you a lot of letters.""Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match.""What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling. Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny', as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings.""Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear.""I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons.""Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?""I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen."What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse man she knelt between the female's legs and much to the shock of the assembled men, she buried her face in the woman's crotch and extended her long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp. The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!' The tormented male servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the women.”I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the urge. Does it work?"I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her cunny."Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness feeling amazing."I'll never finish my story if you keep that up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish until she said so."Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to thank for that."I looked up, shocked at this. Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a coy smile she continued with her story of the servants. "When the viscount and his pals left for their club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her. 'In fact, as well as feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of them.'”“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed. Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more comfortable.”“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked, the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."
Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel' looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting. I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly'” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative."He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name's Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?""Davy Arthur.""Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?" I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me."Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head."Thank you for rescuing me.""No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?""I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry."I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had."If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start."Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French.""Bon appétit." I tried back.Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked."It's not that." I clarified."What then?" She said in a puzzled state.I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it."How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die." She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head."I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.
Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel' looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting. I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly'” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative."He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name's Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?""Davy Arthur.""Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?" I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me."Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head."Thank you for rescuing me.""No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?""I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry."I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had."If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start."Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French.""Bon appétit." I tried back.Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked."It's not that." I clarified."What then?" She said in a puzzled state.I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it."How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die." She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head."I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.
Episode #420 Part 1 of a 1 part seriesOriginal Air Date: 05.03.24
What happened to the Mary Celeste? After departing fully manned and outfitted from New York Harbor, the Mary Celeste was found with tattered and missing sails, without her crew, but with no other signs of struggle or violence. Where did the crew go? What could have made them abandon ship? Were they victims of foul play? Available wherever you stream podcasts! Be sure to Subscribe, Rate, & Review on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and Audible! Support the show by becoming a sponsor on our Patreon: www.Patreon.com/NYMysteryMachine Don't forget to follow us on all the socials: Instagram: @NYMysteryMachine | TikTok: @NYMysteryMachine | X: @NYMysteries | Facebook: @NYMysteryMachine THANK YOU TO OUR SPONSOR: HUNT A KILLER: Receive 20% off your first Hunt a Killer subscription box at www.HuntAKiller.com with the code NYMYSTERYMACHINE at checkout!
We're back after the holidays with new logos, new merch, and a sense of calm after a rough weekend in Michigan for the Phantoms. We break down the past weekend, and welcome Voice of the Phantoms Matt Lipcsak back to the show!Merch: https://dcp-3.creator-spring.comWebsite: https://www.dumpandchasepod.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/dumpandchasepodcast This recording is the sole view of the members of the Dump & Chase Podcast. This is a non-commercial fan production. We are not affiliated with or compensated by the Youngstown Phantoms, the United States Hockey League, or any league, club, or team. © 2024 Dump & Chase Podcast. All Rights Reserved
Today we're bringing you the tenth episode of the brand new "Disney Frozen: Forces of Nature" podcast! In this episode Disa's ship is wrecked, Kristoff and Disa have to escape a sinking ship, and we stop trying to pretend we don't have a big problem. Enjoy this series for free on Apple Podcasts (https://tinyurl.com/232jk5yf), Spotify (https://tinyurl.com/ykkb5cah), or your platform of choice!
This week we look back to Stand on Business and continue to Talk our Sh*t or Abandon Ship on earlier predictions and convo we had in the offseason - Orlando Magic considered as a Tier 4 team - Cleveland Cavs are a Tier 3 team- Rockets as a Tier 5 Team- Mavs as a Tier 4 team - Lakers are a Tier 1 teamAlso we revisit :Pozinigis role acceptance and impactShaw's preictions that Mark Daigneault will be Coach of the YearCal's prediction that Malik Monk will win 6th Man of the YearWhos on pace to be right on Most improved between Maxey and ShengunThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/3677698/advertisement
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Disney Movie Insiders Presents fans! Today we're bringing you the tenth episode of the brand new "Disney Frozen: Forces of Nature" podcast! In this episode Disa's ship is wrecked, Kristoff and Disa have to escape a sinking ship, and we stop trying to pretend we don't have a big problem. You can listen to the whole story now on Wondery+ (https://tinyurl.com/44nd9dz9), or listen as it comes out, two episodes a week, on Apple Podcasts (https://tinyurl.com/232jk5yf), Spotify (https://tinyurl.com/ykkb5cah), or wherever you like to listen to podcasts.
The boys are back talking all things Washington commanders. This week they look back over the ugly defeat against the NYG
In this episode Disa's ship is wrecked, Kristoff and Disa have to escape a sinking ship, and we stop trying to pretend we don't have a big problem.
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10/14/23. Five Minutes in the Word scriptures for today: Acts 27:27-32. Drawing near land some sailors try to abandon the ship. Resources: enduringword.com; biblehub.com; logos.com; Matthew Henry Commentary; and Life Application Study Bible. November 2021 Podchaser list of "60 Best Podcasts to Discover!" Listen, like, follow, share! #MinutesWord; @MinutesWord; #dailydevotional #christianpodcaster Now on Amazon podcasts and Pandora! #prayforpeace
The Sudur Havid is submerged beneath the freezing waters of the South Atlantic. As the captain and first mate struggle to respond, it falls to Matt to coordinate a last-ditch effort to abandon ship. But in these Antarctic waters, with woefully inadequate clothing and survival gear, they're about to be cast adrift in a raft no bigger than a child's paddling pool… Many thanks to Matt Lewis. For more on his story, read Last Man Off: A True Story of Disaster and Survival on the Antarctic Seas. A Noiser production, written by Susan Allott. For ad-free listening, exclusive content and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Click the Noiser+ banner to get started with a 7-day free trial. Or, if you're on Spotify or Android, go to noiser.com/subscriptions. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
#1133 - Sometimes in spite of your best effort, success is still elusive. What should you do? Here's how to know if it's time to abandon ship. See our show summary and links to resources mentioned in this episode here: https://biggsuccess.com/?page_id=167 Thanks so much for listening, - George aka "The Professor" & Mary-Lynn P.S. Is your voyage pointing you to go back to school, start a business, or to relocate? Find the money you need to fund your dreams with our Financial Freedom Tool. Learn more at FinancialFreedomTool.com.
Noiser presents a brand-new podcast: Real Survival Stories. Hosted by John Hopkins, the show brings you astonishing tales of ordinary people thrust into extraordinary survival situations. In this taster episode, we meet Matt Lewis - a rookie sailor who goes looking for adventure... and finds it. Joining the crew of a deep sea fishing trawler, Matt is on board as the vessel sails out of Cape Town. But far out in the South Atlantic, a polar storm will catch them all unawares. Battered by giant swells, before they know what's hit them they're taking on water. The ship is going down... If you enjoy this taster episode, search 'Real Survival Stories' in your podcast app and hit follow for weekly episodes - including Part 2 of Matt Lewis's tale. Short History Of... will be back as normal from next week. For ad-free listening, exclusive content and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Now available for Apple and Android users. Click the Noiser+ banner on Apple or go to noiser.com/subscriptions to get started with a 7-day free trial. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
A rookie sailor goes looking for adventure in the remote waters of the sub-Antarctic… and finds it. Matt Lewis joins the crew of a deep sea fishing trawler sailing out of Cape Town. But far out in the South Atlantic, a polar storm will catch them all unawares. Battered by giant swells, before they know what's hit them they're taking on water. The ship is going down… Many thanks to Matt Lewis. For more on his story, read Last Man Off: A True Story of Disaster and Survival on the Antarctic Seas. A Noiser production, written by Susan Allott. For ad-free listening, exclusive content and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Click the Noiser+ banner to get started with a 7-day free trial. Or, if you're on Spotify or Android, go to noiser.com/subscriptions Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
On this episode, Theresa and Cody talk about the show's number one recurring topic: military incompetence. And they talk about Jaws, too.Podcast to recommend: Flatpack History of Sweden (https://flatpackhistorysweden.podbean.com/)Sources“Court of Inquiry, Guam, 13 August 1945.” Naval History and Heritage Command. . Retrieved 12 Jun 2023.Lech, Raymond. The Tragic Fate of USS Indianapolis: The U. S. Navy's Worst Disaster at Sea. New York City, NY: Cooper Square Press, 2000.Newcomb, Richard. Abandon Ship!: The Saga of USS Indianapolis, the Navy's Greatest Sea Disaster. New York City, NY: Harper Collins, 1960.Stanton, Doug. In Harm's Way: The Sinking of the USS Indianapolis and the Extraordinary Story of Its Survivors. New York City, NY: Owl Books, 2003.Vincent, Lynn and Vladic, Sara. Indianapolis: The True Story of the Worst Sea Disaster in U. S. Naval History and the Fifty-Year Fight to Exonerate an Innocent Man. New York City, NY: Simon & Schuster, 2018. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
On this episode we are joined by Guy Selga as we talk about the unexpected(?) closure of the Star Wars: Galactic Starcruiser, as well as the cancellation of the Lake Nona campus project.
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On this day in 1945, the crew of a Nazi submarine had to abandon ship after a plumbing issue forced them to surface in the line of enemy fire.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
On this week's episode, The Gas Boys talk about their recent trip to Kansas City, discuss how they would deal with different parenting scenarios, and give more desperately needed advice to the people of Reddit.YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_O0Lqwxpxk6m9N3QDLcS2QInstagram: @gasboyspodcast
In this episode, we discuss technical gains, inventory management, and game loops. No game is perfect. You need to identify the things that players can't forgive versus the things they can forget. With thousands of other choices out there, keeping players hooked into your game requires a good loop.00:20 Intro01:04 Thanks to our supporters! (https://moneygrab.bscotch.net)04:24 CL2 Technical GainsQuestions answered (abbreviated):24:04 JohnFlavin: What's the worst video game experience you've had with a game you finished?To stay up to date with all of our buttery goodness subscribe to the podcast on Apple podcasts (apple.co/1LxNEnk) or wherever you get your audio goodness. If you want to get more involved in the Butterscotch community, hop into our DISCORD server at discord.gg/bscotch and say hello! Submit questions at https://www.bscotch.net/podcast, disclose all of your secrets to podcast@bscotch.net, and send letters, gifts, and tasty treats to https://bit.ly/bscotchmailbox. Finally, if you'd like to support the show and buy some coffee FOR Butterscotch, head over to https://moneygrab.bscotch.net. ★ Support this podcast ★
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