## Research Vessels

Post by AlexUSA » Thu Nov 13, 2014 8:35 am

This story is based on my summer class, which included a three-day research cruise. So while the number of people and other things are real, the names are fictious. For this cruise, we place our selves on the R/V Fake Name, where I and my two classmates, Dave and Jamie (I know, really crappy fake names, right?) had a little fun the first day on the boat.
Research Vessels
When the boat pulled in, we knew it was a clunker. Just one look said it all: dirt and mold on the sides and deck, and the previous cruise reported cockroaches. It was disgusting.
Boarding the vessels, we went right to work: by eating the crew out of house and home before embarking and actually doing *shock* WORK!
After previously mentioned gorging, we went down into the cargo room, which had been converted into a crappy bedroom. The boat had no functioning generator, so a portable one had to be plugged into the outlet for electricity, thus limiting our air conditioning. Likewise, the boat had only one of the two motors working.
When we got down there, it was dark and unimpressive, and crappy cut foam blocks were our mattresses. Thus we started making our beds. Because there were five beds, the bags of regular sheets, fitted sheets, towels, pillowcases, and facecloths had 5 each, one for each person.
I looked into a bag and saw a purple pillowcase and sheet, much to my consternation as Dave boasted about his cars and trucks. I took the purple set and tossed it to Jamie. She was not amused at all. In fact, she was offended.
"What do you think I am? Some sort of a fairy princess?" she questioned sternly. Dave just laughed.
"Yes," I replied quite assured of myself.
"You can't just go and make assumptions of people," Jamie added somewhat angrily.
"Hey, I don't need sheets; with the bugs I probably won't be sleeping much anyway," I retorted. She took the purple set at this point.
From this point, all is fake; nothing like this happened, much as I wanted to slap her.
I looked at Dave, and looked at the bag of stuff. He and I quietly removed our belts for extra material, and then I pounced. I jumped on Jamie and grabbed her with one arm and quickly put another over her mouth. Being much bigger, I easily overpowered her. Dave took a sheet and used it to tie Jamie's arms behind her back. He wrapped her several times around and up the middle two times before knotting it off. He took another sheet and started to tie her ankles.
While Dave was doing that, I grabbed a facecloth and a pillowcase. I forced the facecloth in her mouth, and cleave gagged her with the yellow pillowcase. She tried to spit it out, but it was hard. I then wrapped one belt around her wrists before fastening it in front of her so she couldn't reach the buckle. I did the same thing around her upper arms fastening it above her breasts.
Meanwhile, Dave had used the sheet to completely cocoon her legs. He then used a pillowcase to tie her knees over the sheet. Finally, he used another sheet to hogtie her. It was sloppy, but effective.
Jamie stared at us with an evil look. If looks killed, we'd have been stabbed 40 times. Seeing her security, we went up to further gorge for a bit. She tried to get out, but it was difficult and she would be secured for some time.
"Where's Jamie?" our professor asked.
"Taking a beauty nap," Dave responded.
An hour later, Jamie came up a bit disheveled looking.
"I'm going to get y'all back for this!" she vowed.
"We'll see!" I said back to her.
She never did. Being such a heavy sleeper, she never had a chance, and we had our guard up the next three days, but what a way to kick of a river-cruise adventure!
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