JonDlundyn Parker adventure # 7
November 24th 2006 18:13
Chapter 7
On the road to Bangkok
Lundyn’s ketch was two miles east of the easternmost of the Solitary Islands off Coffs Harbour. It was heeled over with white water streaming over the timbers of the lee deck. Sailing under a full main and mizzen with a colourful candy striped reacher with a 15-knot south-easter bowling it along. The ketch had been fully fuelled and provisioned a week before. The crew, consisting of Lundyn Parker, Roscoe Tanner, the General and Karen Philips, who had somehow wrangled herself a ride, had departed the lake on an early morning tide. At first Karen said she wanted a lift to Brisbane but now after two and a half days at sea she had been busy making herself irreplaceable and suggesting that as her passport was in order she could easily be of help in Bangkok. Of course the men could more than adequately handle the ship on their own but a female presence was always very useful. She had quickly and forcefully told the men about her feelings for them both. She had her own bunk made up in the saloon opposite the dining table. Roscoe and Lundyn had their own cabins and the General usually slept on a yoga mat in the cockpit doghouse.
The plan was to get to Bangkok and try to flush the enemy out. An attempt to do themselves harm would be useful as then they knew they could retaliate in full force. To Lundyn this meant a permanent end to the enemy. The General however was more inclined to try and lead the enemy into a compromising situation that could lead the culprit into the hands of the law. Lundyn was a bit shy about dealing with a villain so softly but agreed to go with the General’s feelings on the matter. It was agreed how ever that again they would offer themselves as bait to flush out their target. To this end Lundyn had arranged for his amphibian to be flown to Thailand and to be held at a small airport at Pattaya.
On board the men had an impressive arsenal of inconspicuous weapons. Hidden in the timber boom in a hollowed out repository were a pair of Ruger Vaquero Special 38 revolvers. Not hidden and on the ship’s manifest was a Yugo SKS rifle which was capable of launching grenades. The grenades however were hidden under the hull in a former drug-hiding place. The men also had their personal knives, looking very much like dandy playthings, the weapons were deadly in trained hands. Lundyn favoured his Andre Anderson ‘fighter’ with a 5and 3/8” blade and very ornamental deer antler carved handle with leather thong tassels fitted in a soft suede sheath. Roscoe and the General carried pocketknives made by Reiss Weiland. They had a 3 and 1/8” blade that flicked open at lightning speed. Just the speed that the weapon opened at was enough distraction to get an edge on an opponent whose eyes were drawn immediately to the immaculate weapon. The attack would inevitably be with a crashing fist in Roscoe’s case or a steel ball sheathed in a decorative rope monkey’s fist in the General’s case. It was expected that sailors would carry knives and except when being searched by metal detector, carrying the knives was never out of place. Amongst their dive gear were three pneumatic 22 ½” spear guns and of course their Morini dive knives. Add to this the rocket-launched flares in the survival kit, particularly the white magnesium flares, and then you had a very lethal ship armed by three lethal and highly experienced fighters.
During spare time on board, when the ketch was not heeled over too much, the men practiced on the cleared foredeck. Lundyn and Roscoe were at each other with wooden Kempo swords or boxing and the General was busy correcting their strokes and style. Not that there was much to do in this regard but he felt it was his job to finetune his friends. The General himself kept fit with his advanced yoga technique and practiced karate and judo moves. Karen stood at first in amazement, watching the blood curdling attacks with the Kempo swords but realised that these men she had become involved with were far above ordinary. The soft jazz they played in the evenings and their fine cooking skills only showed their diversity. Lundyn also showed his artistic side with some fine pen sketches of her standing amongst the ship’s rigging. She did not keep house on the ketch. The men seemed to have an understanding amongst themselves that as one cooked they cleaned after themselves and as each course of a meal was eaten the plates were removed washed and put away. With two of the men having been trained in the armed forces it was a natural thing for them to immediately make their beds and tidy their cabin as they awoke from each change of watch. She provided the feminine touch. Just a scent of perfume. Just a hint of sexuality. She had not had sex with either of the men since her torrid day with Lundyn.
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