Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 01

On the front page were pictures of the ferry under power during speed trials. Jack's eyes watered looking at the craft he'd conceived during hours spent looking at the dolphins. The Australian naval architect had fine-tuned rather than changed Jack's concepts. Lady Helena 2 looked so beautiful. The other photograph was of the wheelhouse, described as state-of-the-art controls which in Jack's mind translated to "more fucking things to go wrong'.

Other photographs inside the advertising feature included a photo of Jack with Faye and his mother at the boatyard with the text quoting Jack as giving a huge plug for the efficiency, skill and technical excellence of Davey's Boatyard. Then there was another photograph of Helena holding a photograph of her first husband the late Cedric Garland in an article tracing the history of the Wakefield Passenger Ferry Service Ltd.

Another photograph was of Jack's mother and her 'fiancée, Jeffrey B. Holland, Commodore of the Shearwater Boating Club in Boston'. They had become engaged during their visit to Rotorua.

On the back page was a photograph of Jack (managing director), his accountant (financial controller) and a bathed and very tidy Digger named as ex-Petty Officer Frank William Nightingale (director of engineering services).

Yet another photograph was of Jack with his other regular skipper and relief skipper and support staff including Mrs Reno, the company's newest recruit.

At 6:45 Jack called Megan Reno at the ticket office on the wharf at the island. She congratulated him and wished him a great day. She confirmed the 800 extra copies of the ferry newspaper supplement had arrived by water taxi a few minutes ago and were already being distributed to stores and restaurants and cafes around the island as previously arranged.

"See you around 6:45 Megan. Oh, bring your daughter if you wish."

"Thanks Jack, Her name is Cathy. I'm sure she'd like that."

It would be a late launching but would be daylight as it was the first month of summer. It was timed to allow Lady Helena 1 to collect island guests and take them up to Davey's Boatyard.

Later that morning Jack picked up three items from a very happy manufacturing jeweler: a gold necklace for his mother comprising a chain with a plate inscribed Lady Helena, a gold neck chain for Jeffrey B. Holland and an eight thousand seven hundred dollar bracelet for Faye Davey-Ashton with a central plate inset with sapphires.

He ran around all day like a blue-ass fly including two visits to the boatyard and ensuring Digger had a bath and wore a tie and run out and buy a new belt to go with Digger's hired suit. From 5:30 he began collecting city-side guests including his mother and the Holland's and taking them to the ferry terminal. To his relief Cassia kissed him like a butterfly but thrust herself against him as if nothing had happened to spoil their association. He squeezed her hand and saw in her eyes she appreciated that.

At last they were in final countdown as LH-1 left the city terminal right on schedule at 6:15, many of the island workers, mostly professional people, coming up to Jack in his dark blue suit and patterned gold tie and offering congratulations and best wishes for the launching.

The ferry left the island on schedule, loaded with thirty-eight more guests and the temporary bar was opened for the duration of the trip up-harbor to the boatyard.

The ceremony went without a hitch, the speeches kept short and LH-2 was launched to cheers and the event was well-covered by the media with Jeffrey B. Holland in a naval commodore's dress uniform including sword that had been borrowed from a professional theatre's wardrobe. He looked resplendent with daughter and his finance with their plunging necklines standing beside him and the media swarming like flies. The event was, as Jack had promised, televised on late news that evening and repeated in news bulletins the next day.

The new ferry had gone down the slipway like a dream and didn't sink as it took to the water. Jack was greatly relieved, took off his jacket and yelled, "Let's party" and led everyone into the marquee taking his mother and Faye by the hand. He'd already met Faye's father who'd flown in from Hawaii for the launching of the biggest craft to be launched from his yard and Faye's husband Trevor. Jack gathered these people into a small group and then made the presentations. JB removed his tie and donned his neck chain and Helena put hers on and was greatly taken with the inscription, Lady Helena.

"Well folk, just a little something for Faye. I've actually dug deep into company petty cash for Faye as she met every requirement I made of her and more" [oh yeah, Jack!] At the outset I issued her with the absurd challenge to bring me a price close to two point eight million. Well, miraculously and including over-runs resulting from things including owner's changes one has on projects of this magnitude, Faye gave me a boat costing just over that figure. That was and amazing achievement to Faye and her people and I gather some pretty shrewd advice from her dad, my late father's buddy Fred Davey. So Faye here is a memento of this great day for the Wakefield Passenger Ferry Service Ltd. Thank you Faye.

With trembling fingers Faye, dressed in a gold top and black leather skirt and hair professionally prepared for the occasion looked more feminine than Jack had ever seen her, unwrapped the gift. The sheer appearance of the jewelry box drew gasps from her and the other women.

"What is it?" she asked, stalling on opening the lid.

"Open it dummy and you'll find out," called her father Fred being handed a whisky.

"Shut up dad," she giggled nervously and then cried, "Ohmigod!"

She held it up and everyone could see Jack had excelled himself.

"Eighteen caret gold with sapphires set in platinum," she read.

"Oooooh," vocally ejaculated the women.

"Help me put it on Jack," Faye requested. "My hands are shaking."

"You'll be better at it Trevor, I'm ham-fisted."

"Nah, you do it mate."

Well, that was friendly enough. Faye and Jack laughed as he did up the clasp and safety chain.

"It's beautiful or so beautiful, look at me honey," she said to Trevor.

"Yeah, looks great. Aren't you going to kiss him?"

Faye gave Jack a resounding, sexy kiss on the lips and they came out of it, aware of the silence.

Jack cut the ice with a masterfully, "You're one excited lady, Faye. Congratulations and please remember it is my mother Helena who has made all this possible. Without our replacement ferry our company was heading for the knackers' yard."

Faye did the right thing and rushed over and kissed Helena, quite passionately, on the lips.

"Oh my, I need a drink," laughed Helena rather theatrically and Jack loved her for doing that.

Trevor appeared beside Jack with two bottles of beer. "Cheer's mate and thanks for winding up Faye. Am I in for a hot night after we wind up here."

During the evening Megan came up and congratulated Jack, kissing him. "Jack, you'll remember my daughter Cathy?"

"I sure do, my décor consultant." He held out his arms, "Do you kiss strangers."

"Only when they are as handsome as you," Cathy laughed, stepping forward and lifting up her head and they kissed. It was a little awkward because he was much taller but she leaned back a little, enabling a smooth connection. That moving back seemed to release the fragrance of her applied perfume and perhaps a little natural skin perfume as well.

Whatever, Jack found his cock was stirring. You naughty boy he grinned, first mother and now daughter.

"What are you grinning about?" Cathy asked.

"Er," Jack said, releasing her and stepping back.

She asked was 'er' was.

"I have no answer."

She smiled knowingly. "Have you become interested in me sexually?"

Driven against a wall, Jack said "Er."

"Oh I see this conversation is taking us nowhere. Have a lovely evening Mr Garland," she said, taking her mother by the arm and walking her over to a group of islanders.

Mr 'Er' was in limbo. Cathy was too short for him and a little dainty, He liked his women tall and strong. Also she lacked her mother's big tits. God, he was crude he thought. They were there, if you looked and at least a good handful. He looked at the ass and found that was not wanting. "Well a nice ass was something Cathy," muttered Mr 'Er'.