Chapter Eleven - Drifting

Nevermore was painted on the back of Ravens cabin cruiser and it stood out in the moonlight as Rudy and Raven climbed the ladder onto the deck. This was one sweet boat. She featured two cabins, two seating areas, a full galley and was powered by twin Volvo 4.3 I/O engines.

“Now I have you in my roost.” Raven said with a nefarious smile. “Tell me something, Rudy,” she continued, “have you been back to Molokai since you moved away back in, what, ’69?”

“Sixty-eight. No I haven’t, why?”

“Well, I say we go there now.”

“Right now? At 3 AM?”

“Why not? It’s only 17 miles straight across the water.” She said, pointing toward the dark horizon. “Half the distance I’ve already come today. We’ve got a full moon, a sextant, and I’m a pretty good night navigator.”

“A sex what?” His curiosity was peaked.

“A sextant, a navigational instrument. I’m an expert with it.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rudy asked. “Okay, my life is in your hands.”

Raven guided the boat out of the harbor. When they got out on the open water, she pulled the throttles back and the acceleration knocked Rudy off his feet. About half way across the channel, she eased the throttles down and turned the twin Volvo motors off. The boat bobbed up and down as their wake caught up with them.

“I brought us a little dessert and this looks like a perfect place to have it.” Raven said.

“You rock!” he laughed.

She had obviously given all of this some thought and the idea of that thrilled him. If he didn’t know better, he might even think this was a planned seduction.

“Should I drop anchor, or just let her drift?” Raven asked.

“Let her drift,” Rudy answered, “that’s worked pretty well for me so far.”

“I like the way you think, Rudy. Wait right there.”

She disappeared into the cabin and resurfaced with a gooey piece of Marzipan cake. They sat on the deck in the moonlight, eating from each others fingers, getting the sticky cake all over their faces and kissing it off. When the last of the cake was gone and most of the goop had been kissed from their lips, and cheeks, they continued kissing, confirming Rudy’s long-held belief that kissing is an underrated skill.

Eventually Raven stood, “I think I need to wash some of this sticky mess off.” With that, she pulled off her top, shorts and panties and stood naked in the moonlight, revealing a bronze body with not a single tan line.

“Coming?” she shouted before diving off the deck. She hit the water with hardly a splash.

Rudy quickly undressed and dived off the boat. He surfaced next to Raven and their naked bodies intertwined, with only the blue Pacific between them. They shared a salty kiss and broke apart, splashing about. They giggled and frolicked like children on a caper, until they were spent.

“You know,” Raven teased, as they bobbed on the surface, catching their breath, “this is said to be the most shark-infested section of water in the islands, but I haven’t seen a one, have you?”

Rudy was already swimming toward the boat. “Very funny.” He said, stroking as hard as he could.

They climbed back in the boat and stretched their exhausted bodies out across the deck. When his breath returned, Rudy rolled over and began kissing Raven, working his way down her body, licking the salt from her breasts as if he’d he’d just had a shot of tequila, but this buzz was way better than any tequila buzz.

The wind began to kick up and the ocean grew restless, tossing the boat up and down. White caps smashed against the sides like thunderclaps and splashed over them but they hardly noticed.

As the storm intensified, so did their passion. They were making love furiously while the boat rose and fell with the rising swells. Rudy half believed that it was their lovemaking causing all the commotion. The winds became fierce and a driving rain pelted their naked bodies but they were way past caring. If they had died right there and then, neither would have minded.

They climaxed together, just as a huge wave slammed against the side of the boat, nearly capsizing it. They slid across the deck, bodies intertwined, crashed against the stern and they nearly spilled into the ocean. Raven gasped for breath as she climaxed again, her arms and legs constricting so tight that Rudy couldn’t move.

They lay immobile on the deck, their still-connected bodies wet with sweat, rain, their own juices and the salty Pacific. When they finally loosened their grip on one another, Raven looked into Rudy’s eyes.

“Wow.” was all she could manage to say. She continued looking into his eyes and Rudy sensed that she was struggling to find the words to say what was on her mind. After a few minutes, she opened her mouth but all that came out was again, “Wow.”

Dumbstruck himself, Rudy shook his head in agreement.

Another wave crashed against the boat, once again nearly capsizing it and Raven jumped to her feet. “We’d better get outta here.” She shouted as she fired up the engines and pulled the throttles back.

They stood side by side, Raven at the helm, as the boat bounced across the ocean at full throttle. The water was rough with swells as much as ten feet high. The cabin cruiser went airborne as it left a large swell and then crashed savagely as it slammed nose first into the next one.

On occasion, a gust of wind would hit while they were airborne and the boat would come down on its side. It was all they could do to remain on their feet as the boat was tossed about. Ravens erect nipples pointed the way to Kaunakakai and safety, like a figurehead on a pirate ship.

After ten minutes that felt like ten hours, the storm began to quell and the lights of Kaunakakai appeared in the distance. By the time they reached the pier, the water was relatively calm and Raven eased the boat up against the dock, jumping onto the wharf to secure it. When it was secured, they climbed down into a state room and collapsed together on the bed. They were asleep in seconds.

Rudy dreamt that he was the inexperienced captain of a boat, trying to guide it through a large, foggy harbor, fraught with obstacles. Fear gripped his chest when he realized that he didn’t have the necessary skills or experience to safely guide the vessel through the dangerous water, when the familiar voice of Elder Jellyfish entered his head and calmed him.

“Be careful,” the voice said.

“You again!” Rudy exclaimed. He looked around but could see no one.

“Take your time.” The voice said. “Keep your eyes open, and you’ll be fine.”

The next thing he knew, the little craft was nudging softly against the dock, safely harbored.