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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 41  (mf+ rom)
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James
Part VII. Wandering Afield.

Chapter 41

"See?" Brenda said as she showed us the underside of Gyro 2, "They knew the
approximate plane points for 65mph so they knew to place the scoops behind
them, but because of the size of the motor, and the placement of the second
cabin, they could only put them here." She pointed out the 5" wide stainless
steel cowls.
   "And yesterday, when we started looking at the test results, I began
plotting them on this chart." She held it up, "Now look at where the
SECONDARY points are at 35...?" She nodded and smiled, "Right over the
scoops! My theory is that the secondary plane points are caused by a sort of
leakage of the primary aeration and it pools where the standing wave of the
hull's motion compresses it. So that means the scoops are sucking mostly air
at this speed!"
   "Now, let's take a look inside," she said as she lowered the boat into
the water and we climbed in. She opened the motor cover and looked inside
with a flashlight. She aimed it at two hoses running up the sides of the
compartment. "These are the take ups." She followed them with the light,
"And it joins in the middle here..."
   "That's the coolant interchange assembly and the intercooler." Sara
explained.
   "Right," Brenda looked up at us, "Now for these calculations, I've had to
program in adjustments to the plane points because of the V-geometry and
attitude of the boat at speed. The kicker is that yesterday you measured
both primary and secondary plane points at 35, right?" She waited until we
confirmed it, "And you did all your measuring INSIDE the cabin, right?"
   Suddenly Amanda said, "Right, and the scoops are behind the cabin, under
the engine!" She stopped, "Which means...?"
   "Which means," Brenda explained, "Wave actions occur at the keel ahead of
the sides. Just geometry." She smiled, "On this boat it's about 19 inches.
So anything that happens on the sides is happening at the keel 19 inches
ahead!"
   "Right! So putting the intake on the keel puts it a safe 19" BEHIND the
secondary aeration!" They all grinned.
   "And all we'll need is a single scoop!" Sara paused, "A much smaller one,
too!"
   Brenda nodded, "According to my figures, we'll only need a single 3" to
get 25psi pressure."
   "And 15 is all we need..." Sara mulled, "Hmmm, that means... lessee...
20-22% decrease in drag, the squareroot... times..." She looked up,
"Eighteen mph! Wait, factor in Bernoulli's equation... still, fifteen should
be a safe bet!"
   Amanda's eyes glowed, "A 77 mph cuddy cabin? Shit! Peter's gonna cream
his pants!"
   "Hmmm, we'll need progressive tabs for that kind of speed. And dampened
hydraulics and a longer jack-plate for more steering control."
   "There's one more consideration," I added, "If Brenda's theory is right,
there will be a fair amount of induced pressure from the standing wave, so
we may not even need such a big intake!" I paused, "Or eliminate it
entirely!"
   Amanda grinned, "Right, we put in a 3" opening at an angle. Sorta like an
induction channel... We may even crack 80 then." She shrugged, "We'll start
with that, and put the scoop in if it's not enough!"
   "OK, let's give Peter our shopping list so we can start putting it in!"
Sara took off with Brenda.
   Amanda turned to me, "James, can we leave the boat until the supplies get
in? I want some time at the Flight Park."
   "OK, it can wait until we get back from the shoot." I looked at Jules,
"You can start giving Amanda driving lessons as well, but make sure you work
things out with Celeste - she has to know where you are at all times, OK?"
Grinning, we kissed goodbye as they took off for Harry's.
   The noise outside was worse than the hammering in the marina. I walked
towards the restaurant but it was already wall to wall people, in addition,
there was a TV crew there filming the construction of the Wheel. Marjorie,
Celeste and Max and another man were talking with reporters.
   "That's hizzoner the Mayor!" Sherri said as she waded through the crowd
to join me, "Most of the town council is here too. This is the biggest thing
that's happened since they shot the movie here three years ago!" She
laughed.
   "Looks like a good time for us to head out, are you doing anything for
Celeste now?"
   "No - she says we should go and she sends her love. Marjorie's gonna run
interference for her. And Max is just wonderful too." She took my arm and we
waved goodbye from a distance. We collected Sara and Brenda and boarded
Jewel.
   We sailed out slowly, watching the installation of the vertical supports
for the Lexan 'glass' for the Wheel. Once the full-height pieces were in
place the building would be shielded from the elements. It was already an
imposing and inspiring sight.
   After the ride down the lock by the dam, we stopped at the fish hatchery.
They were out of chum but the rangers invited us in for coffee and served us
home made crab cakes. The crabs infiltrate the incubating pools and they had
to be trapped before they eat up the small fish.
   The Ranger boys were full of questions about the marina and the Wheel,
although none of them were addressed to me. The girls laughed at all their
jokes and enjoyed themselves thoroughly.
   We said our goodbyes, promising a return visit and set off down the
river, munching on a supply of the delicious crab cakes they forced on us.
The girls were happily giving Sherri a guided tour on the bow when suddenly
they screamed and pointed at two Paragliders that were sailing down the
river towards us.
   As they drew closer we could see Jules in one and Harry and Amanda in the
other, 50' back and above. Amanda had the camcorder and was filming us as we
cavorted and made complete asses of ourselves. With our asses.
   Amanda's PPC was our new one with "MAX Performance - Land, Sea & Air"
printed in bold black letters on the day-glo orange canopy. They followed us
down river for a bit before waving goodbye and turning back.
   The girls were still waving and giggling on each other as I called Brenda
over. "Does you face hurt?"
   "No, why?"
   "It will, you're getting too much sun - even your freckles have
freckles!"
   Sherri looked at her, "Yeah, you're gonna start burning real soon!"
   Sara hustled her down the cabin, "We've got to slop some moisturizer and
sunblock on you now!"
   Sherri turned to me and kissed my cheek, "This is great! I feel like
we're international jet-setters or something..." Squeals from below made her
look into the cabin, "Oh my god!" She whispered, "They... they..." her voice
faded as she gripped my leg.
   "They...?"
   "They, uh, uh, they, ah, look like they COULD be having fun." She closed
her eyes and shivered against my chest. She hugged me and hummed a bit, then
she leaned down for another look. She sighed again.
   Sara called out, "Oh Sher-reeeee, we're waiting for you-uuuuu!"
   She looked at me, then checked the action down below, "Hmmm, it looks
scary down there..." she took a deep breath, turned and pecked me, "But,
I'll never know unless I give it a try, right?" Her lovely butt disappeared
even before I could wish her good luck.
   The river opened up with the multimillion dollars homes. I waved and
their owners waved back, no doubt feeling extremely fortunate to have the
three lovely ladies moan and sigh in such appreciation of their estates as
we sailed by.
   After refueling I took the boat out of the harbor. This was the first
time I had a chance to try out the new dual propellers and it was a
noticeable improvement over the older unit. The acceleration was more
authoritative and the top end was almost 50.
   We had gone out about 5 miles when Brenda came up in a skimpy bikini,
glistening with lotion. She kissed me and slid on my lap, arms around my
neck, "I don't know what it is about Sara, she gets on this boat and she
goes crazy horny. She's worn me out and now she's working on Sherri!" She
giggled, "Last week, when we stayed over, she was up all night
propositioning everybody!"
   "Maybe she simply finds all of you irresistible!"
   "Oh, You don't have to defend her," Brenda laughed, "We all know how you
feel!" She licked my ear, whispering, "Do you find me irresistible?" She
rubbed herself on my groin and said, "Hmmm, is THAT your answer?"
   We were well clear of the harbor and I set the autopilot, then took
Brenda to the lounger seat and started untying her straps.
   We had finished verbalizing our mutual satisfaction and delight and were
draped drowsily on each other when we heard loud screaming from the cabin. A
very naked Sherri ran up and piled on us, with an equally naked Sara
stalking her.
   "Help!" Sherri clutched my waist, "The strange lady is chasing me!" She
panted in panic, "She wants to give me a piece of candy so she can touch my
privates!"
   "And of course you told her no?"
   "Of course!" She sniffed indignantly, "I told her I always get TWO from
you!" They collapsed on us, cackling and wheezing. After a bit, Sherri said,
"Now I know why everybody warned me about sex!" She looked up, tears running
down her face, "It's so much FUN!" and laughed some more.
   Sara murmured, "You have the most incredible body - and it gets turned on
by EVERYTHING!" she stroked Sherri's face, "And such a quick learner too!"
   Sherri giggled, "The strange lady is really strange beyond description!"
She kissed Sara, and whispered, "That last bit in there? It would be
disgusting if it didn't feel so good!" They leaned on each other and sighed
some more.
   We got dressed as the boat chimed and slowed. We were about 30 miles from
the shore, the land a haze on the horizon with only the tallest buildings
visible. I took them on the fore deck. "Look at the water. This is the edge
of the Continental Shelf. It's about a hundred feet deep here, then a mile
further out, it drops to over 800 feet. That's why it's sort of emerald blue
here and becomes a deep, dark blue there."
   "We're in the REAL ocean now, aren't we?" Sherri said, awe in her voice.
We could feel the raw power of the water as it bobbed our 3 ton boat like a
cork.
   "Yes, and the weather here is really changeable so, as standard
procedure, we set the UHF to the Emergency weather channel, AND, we'll have
the radio on AM."
   "Why AM?" Brenda asked.
   "FM will not travel this far from shore and AM may give us faster
reporting of sudden storms. The US Weather Bureau works with satellite
pictures but the AM people will often report sightings from other boats."
   I turned and looked at Sara, "Remember how Amanda caught the grouper last
time?"
   She nodded, "We looked for an underwater ridge..." she grinned suddenly,
"And we're sitting dead smack on top of the mother of all ridges here!
Right?"
   "Right!" I led them back to the back and flipped the cover of the live
bait well.
   "Oooh, they're beautiful!" They were about 10" long and shone with an
iridescent blue over a brown body and they trailed long golden gossamer
cloaks behind them.
   "Some fisherman had netted a load of flying fish and he was going to sell
them as pet food in town, so I bought us some. They make a really good bait
fish because they are so attractive to other fish. Except their flesh is
very soft so they have to be handled very gently."
   I climb over the rear transom and continued, "This is where the kicker
motor comes in handy." as I dropped it in place.
   "Oh, that's why you had Max put it in yesterday with the DX!" Sara said,
"How fast can a 10hp motor go?"
   "It'll go about 12mph on this boat."
   "Hmmm, that's a good trolling speed."
   "But for this - we have to keep it under 5. The fish are REALLY fragile!"
   We prepared our 3 rods, carefully placing the hooks through the bony part
of their mouth and dropped them gingerly into the water. Their wings opened
in our slow movement and they glittered and gleamed in the sunlight. We let
out fifty feet of line and left the rods in the holders.
   We waited with drinks as we steered towards the deeper part of the shelf.
   "Guys, is it my imagination," Brenda said, "Or are we going backwards?"
   "Yeah, it looks spooky!" Sherri breathed. We could see the water passing
under the boat but the shoreline seemed to be moving in the opposite
direction.
   Sara looked at us, "Er, I think we're in the Bermuda Triangle! Right?"
   I nodded, "We ARE on the outer fringes, and this phenomenon has
contributed its share to the tales, but it's not CAUSED by the Triangle. Any
ideas?" I waited a bit, "OK, try Gulf Stream."
   "Oh... But we're not in the Gulf!"
   "It's CALLED that because that's where sailors first noticed it." I
pulled out the map, "The Gulf Stream goes up one side of the ocean and
circles back down the other side, along Europe." I pointed, "Here, it comes
up close to land and is quite fast, about 10mph." I looked around, "Our
kicker motor is going at 5 in the other direction, so..."
   "So our net velocity is 5 mph the wrong way." Brenda sighed, "But it
still gives me the creeps. Are you SURE we're not being sucked into some
black hole like all those other boats?"
   "Not likely, " I laughed, and paused, "Wait, something's happening - look
at that line" The starboard line was weaving back and forth, "Get ready -
that's a sign the fish is trying to escape something..." and as the line
snapped tight, "Fish on!"
   Brenda pulled the rod out and started working the fish in, "Stay over the
side - don't let it cut across the other lines."
   "Fish ON!" Sara cried as the port line got a heavy hit as well and
started singing out immediately. Sherri helped her get the rod out and held
it as Sara worked the reel.
   Suddenly, Brenda's line started whining out too as she grunted and tried
to keep the rod from tipping out of her hands. I helped get it back under
her arm as she fought the suddenly viciously struggling fish. It must have
been swimming with the boat and had just realized that it was hooked.
   "Shit!" Came from the other side as Sara's line broke and threw both of
them on their butts. They started giggling as they crawled around checking
each other for bruises.
   I reeled the broken line back in as they helped Brenda bring her catch
in - a 15 pound grouper. Brenda and Sara started wrestling it down so they
could kill it.
   "Eeew! He slimed me!" Brenda cried and dove overboard, rubbing her hands
over her body.
   "Sherri," I urged, "Climb up to the cabin roof and look around for
anything moving in the water. Scream if you do - and keep your eyes moving
around!" I nodded as she followed my directions and I went and reversed the
little motor.
   "Bren!" I waved to her, "Swim back here without making any splashes.
NOW!"
   She had drifted about fifteen feet back of the boat and now hurried back
in a strong breast stroke.
   "All clear!" sang out Sherri. I reached down and hauled Brenda out and
sprayed her down with fresh water.
   "What was that all about?" Brenda asked.
   I waved for Sherri to join us. "The fishing line didn't break, something
CHEWED through it!" I showed them the frayed end, "This was 50 pound steel
wire. How do you think a bite from teeth that did that would feel like?"
   Brenda shook as she looked back over the side, saying quietly, "That
wasn't very smart, was it?"
   I hugged her, "You didn't know. But it's a big ocean, with big and hungry
animals in it!" She nodded and shivered in my arms. I turned her face up and
kissed her, "And I'm the only animal that's allowed to bite your beautiful
body, OK?"
   "Yes," She smiled through her tears and held me tightly, "My master."
   They weren't in the mood for fishing so we started the main engine and
made lunch. We cleaned the grouper and ate that with crab cakes and
leftovers.
   I held Brenda in my arms and rocked her as she took little tastes of the
food. "Remember we were talking about the Bermuda Triangle?" I said, "Well
it started back around the Second World War, an out of work journalist saw a
newspaper article about a formation of US Fighters which had disappeared on
a short training flight, then a rescue plane sent to look for them also
vanished. He got the idea to write a book about, as he called it, the
Bermuda Triangle. He did his research, but selected only ones which fit in
his theories."
   "So some things DID happen here?" Sherri asked.
   "Of course, for the last thousand years ships have been sailing to the
New World, and attracting wars and pirates. Don't forget that until a
hundred years ago they were simply not aware of the Gulf Stream, so when
they were swept off course, they blamed weird happenings with the compass,
the wind or the gods. Anyways, the author attributed it to some
extra-dimensional alien thing and it started a modern day legend."
   "And the planes...?" Sara asked.
   "As it turned out, it was a group of raw pilots flying in bad weather and
their leader's plane had a malfunctioning compass. They drifted South and
may very well have run out of fuel and crashed in the Gulf - their last
message was tracked in that direction."
   "And the rescue plane?"
   "It took off in bad weather as well and it was searching in the wrong
area. It was a wooden seaplane notorious for fires and it was believed that
that was what happened."
   "But it COULD be something we can't explain?" Brenda asked.
   "Not based on the research that's been done. Statistically, the Triangle
has no more accidents than any other well traveled parts of the world and
some of the cases cited in the book didn't even happen in the right places.
   "Just so you know where this guy is coming from, he also wrote another
best-seller." I smiled, "On the so-called Y2K disaster. Of course we know
now it was all hokey-pokey fearmongering, but the press has an almost
ludicrous appetite for sensationalistic half-truths. Still, once a myth is
started it's not easy to change people's minds.
   "In fact, something happened just a few years ago that, at the beginning
seemed to support the weird science theory. Apparently a British warship 2
days out of Bermuda found a small sailboat. It was adrift, in perfect
condition but, as befitting our tale, had nobody on board. So they sent a
handful of their sailors over and restarted the engines so they could sail
it to port. But on the second night, the engines quit and won't start again.
Finally, days overdue, they limped in on sails. So of course everybody went,
'See, I told you so!'"
   Brenda turned around and kissed me, "See? I TOLD you so!"
   "So what really happened?" Sara asked.
   "The truth came out when they found the owners. They had sailed from
Europe two weeks before and the boat had developed an electrical problem
which kept draining the batteries. So they pulled into the Virgin Islands
for repairs, and while in port the boat was stolen. Obviously the thieves
discovered the power problems too and abandoned ship."
   "So I shouldn't believe everything I hear before I check it out." Brenda
mused.
   "Or," I continued, "Let you mind dwell on an unpleasant incident until it
starts to grow..."
   Brenda curled up on me and sighed, "OK, so tell me who you think Mr Teeth
was."
   "Well, he might be a shark..." I started and Brenda shuddered, "But based
on the fight he put up, a smaller one, maybe four feet long."
   "That's big enough!" Brenda whispered.
   "But sharks are opportunistic feeders, they prefer dead meat to chasing
live bait. So chances are we're talking about a barracuda here."
   "Would they attack humans?"
   "As a general rule, fish will only attack things under half its size, but
if you show signs of distress..."
   "So that's why you wanted me to swim quietly."
   "Yes, I was afraid the sounds of the fighting grouper and then your dive
may have attracted it." I rocked her a bit, "Feel better?"
   "Hmmm, yes," She hugged me back, "Lots, thanks."
   "I'm glad it's just a scare, Bren." Sara kissed her, softly, but with
more tongue than was absolutely necessary.
   Sherri hugged us and leaned on Brenda. "Mmmm, it must've been a real
bad!" Sherri breathed, "Your nipples are hard and your heart's beating so
fast! Oooh, just feel it, Sare!"
   Brenda sighed as she allowed them to pull her into the cabin.
   "Sare," Sherri's laughing voice said from inside, "If you were a
barracuda, which part would you want to bite...?"

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