arched in the back under a white sail, stretched to the wind in a white wind, sticking out her tanned to coal black girlish rounded butts and buttocks and pubis naked girlish lovely tanned tummy with her round beautiful navel. Having substituted my lush, tremulous breathing, almost naked in the swimsuit's bra with a bright morning rising tropical sun, I had my woman many times bitten and healed her chest again last night with black nipples sticking out of her hot nasty summer breath.

Jane walked swaying her tanned steep graceful hips along the side of our yacht swinging on the waves to me, and I hugged her around the girl's thin neck over the female tanned shoulders, feeling the heat of the girl's tanned lovingly girlish body showing the tips of my male fingers showing the islands appeared on the horizon.

Daniel disappeared somewhere down the yacht. He, having thrust his army binoculars into my hands, quickly glancing at the control panel of our seagoing and high-speed vessel, at his compass, dived into the cabin hold and disappeared there, without looking out.

I thought maybe I also dived into the morning shower, or, probably, checking the route on the cards and the computer.

Ahead a strip of land appeared. There ahead of our yacht. These were the islands again. The very islands that Dani was talking about.

- Land! - shouted standing on my nose yacht, my beautiful Jane - Hooray! - she was in a stunning mood after our night with her.

Jane stood on the nose of Arabella and waved her left hand, removing her baseball cap from the black-haired girl's head, holding her right fingers firmly over the stretched nylon strings of wind-curved sails. And I admired my divine love and was also happy, looking at her, at my American Jane.

Islands grew right before our eyes. From the misty and muddy bluish silhouette on the horizon, they were outlined gradually in the more traced by the magical nature of the ocean, gradually overgrown with vegetation.

After some time began to calm. Complete calm No breeze. Our white sails from the canvas all sagged, and were now completely useless, hanging down and only slightly swaying in the weak ocean breeze coming from the Pacific Ocean.

We did not have time to reach the islands on the sails, and we had to turn on the engines. Both engines at full speed and Arabella shook her whole body and rushed on the waves in the direction of the greening islands on the horizon.

We were approaching the Guinean vast archipelago. To a whole series of Pacific islands scattered across it right up to the equatorial islands. Daniel, having also risen to the deck hot from the sun, behind me, with my sunburned forehead and curly black hair, sunglasses, dug into the engine, watching his work, as something pounded inside his right engine unit. And the engine got up, puffing, and Daniel knocked him out right there.

- Jammed - said Dani - Bearings crumbled inside and the shaft with the propeller is jammed! Be it not well! - Dany swore in his own way.

“This is serious, Daniel,” I said, as a knowledgeable mechanic of a sunken ship.

“I know,” replied the latter. “We’re not going anywhere until we start the engine.”

We had to get up for repairs. And Daniel asked me to help him. I agreed without words, so that I could be a mechanic in the engine room of my dead burnt and sunken vessel KATRIN DYUPON.

“No question, Dani!” - I said loudly to him - I must, then it must!

I climbed into the technical aft hold of our yacht and we tried to start the right suddenly stumbling engine. But there was

useless. There the bearing splintered on the shaft, and the shaft itself bent. And it started to go crazy. He went heating and Daniel right motor unit turned off completely, like the right of his five-blade propeller.

- We must reach the shore! - he shouted to me - And it will blow us over! Without a wind and a motor, it will precisely drag aside!

- And do not catch the anchor? - I shouted to him - The chain about five hundred meters!

- Not! - he answered - we will not get the bottom! Here, even more than deep! We have to reach the islands! There we stand for repairs! - he looked back toward the open ocean through the stern of Arabella - It is impossible

to drift! And we all the more! These bastards, somewhere behind and need to get lost among these islands! At least for a day!

***

Under the indefatigable cry of albatrosses and Arabella gulls lay in complete drift. There was no wind at all, and the water was calm. We barely scrambled to the extreme two islands from the whole archipelago and entered the narrow bay between the islands, small, because of the abundance of corals overgrown with them, like atolls.

We stood not far from the coast of one of the islands, on which settlements of local residents were located, consisting of small

houses on wooden poles, woven from twigs with a straw or palm roof. More precisely covered with palm leaves on the shore, and on the water. Our Arabella, rattling the left engine and working five-blade propeller, reached the sandy shore covered with palm trees of one of the islands inhabited by aborigines.

It was evident that the natives, half-naked fishermen, boosted from the floor of thatched huts and pointed their hands at us, making some kind of noise. Together with wives and children. They ran along the long sandy beach of white coral sand towards us.

- Here are the curious! - My beautiful Jane said in surprise,

straightening the newly dressed red baseball cap - Run like crazy!

Daniel silently screwed up the steering wheel, standing next to me at the dashboard of the yacht and turned off one working left Arabella engine.

The yacht on one screw and on an even keel reached almost to the coast of the bay, and I, reaching the nose, where I stood watching the locals holding the cables of the Jane jibs sagging on the windless wind, jerking the anchor winch stopper lever, threw the worker overboard left on the chain anchor. The chain rustled loudly, unwinding, and the anchor flopped down into the water at the very nose of Arabella. And got to the bottom. The chain has weakened, and the yacht caught on the bottom, immobilized by a stream in the bay from under the ocean, under the newly stretched chain, attracted by the light in the bay.

- I wonder what is the depth here? - Jane said quietly. “I would like to have a swim here alone.” She looked, not looking into my eyes with her charming mistresses with black eyes.

- I think, still swim - she answered, coming from the back of Daniel - You get better and swim. We need to go ashore to the locals. I know they can find some details for Arabella. I need to talk to the natives. They are fishermen and they know how much.

“And they are apparently not quite natives,” said Jane.

- Yes, and it is clear, not such, not civilized at all - I added.

- Yes, our technical civilization got here and left its mark on the local villagers! Said Dani loudly.

He was now single-handedly preparing to descend a rubber scooter on the edge of the Arabella, suspended on a small winch, still sideways in the ocean on the right side of our yacht. Denny attached a small but powerful boat motor to the back of his screw and lined the rubber boat bottom to the water itself.

- Interestingly, they remember me yet or not? - he jumped into a rubber boat hanging on the side of our yacht on a winch and pressed the trigger - I’ll go along alone and talk to the locals, they shouldn’t remember me at all. The last time with my boys, I'm here

well walked and swam. I still remember everything around here. It is necessary to talk with the senior of the island and local boat mechanics.

Daniel started the scooter engine and swam to shore. We stayed on Arabella together with my Jane.She came up to me and hugged me for the naked, almost tanned almost, like her, male muscular torso. I hugged her for her black-tanned girlish shoulders and pulled her to me. Jane leaned her side against me, dark-haired in a long ponytail, curly, like snakes with hair ... Read more →