This is the continued story of Simon’s Journal.
Before you begin this third volume in this series,
I would highly recommend that you read the first and second volumes
as each picks up were the previous left off.
Simon’s Journal -
Volume I
Thirteen Days – The First Crusade
Thirteen
Nights – After the Crusade
ADMONITION:
The
following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction. Some events and
characters were pulled from real life, but have been changed, enhanced and
twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity to actual individuals
living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would be incredible!
WARNING:
The
following story contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual
content. If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and
exploring their awakening sexuality doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle
tickling is illegal in your area, then I suggest you select something else to
read.
Simon's Journal
Volume III
Thirteen
Sails
Adventures Abound
Written by Danny
Let’s
go home
With help from Fier and Sister Sarafina, we
managed to find our way back to the
How do you hide a ship as big as the
Banachelli? Well, all I am going to tell you is that it isn’t an easy thing to
do, but Fier managed to find a most ingenious method.
It’s so incredibly simple, that even someone as addlebrained as myself could
have come up with it, but even still it is nearly fool proof in its design.
By only moving the ship at night and hiding
by day, we were able to sail that ship right up the
During our voyage home, I found out that nearly
half of the boy’s aboard the Banachelli didn’t have homes and the Banachelli
was all the home they ever knew or could remember
having. Finally, on my last night aboard the Banachelli, while sitting in the
office, which had since been stripped of all its finer things, Sister Sarafina,
Fier, Jamie, Lowell and I decided that we would help those that wanted to go
home and then return to the Banachelli to care for those that didn’t have
anywhere else to go.
The following morning, 57 boys in total, plus
a nun, a midget and a crippled girl walked off the Banachelli. In my arms was Vera,
while her kittens were carried by my closest friends.
I had only made one demand of all of us boys
that were leaving the ship that day. I’m not entirely sure why, but I wanted us
all looking our best. Each of us cleaned up and got diapered, before we dressed
in our gray uniforms. What I hadn’t expected was that every other boy aboard
the Banachelli did the same thing, so that they looked their best while seeing
the rest of us off. Even though I knew that I would be seeing the lot of them
again, it was still an emotional goodbye.
We walked to a local public soccer park,
where Fier made a phone call and within minutes
dozen’s of police, FBI agents and god knows who else, swarmed onto the park.
During the insanity that followed, thirteen of us boys slipped away with Fier,
Cho and Sister Sarafina.
We didn’t get away cleanly, but we did get
away. You see, someone I thought was dead had followed us out of the park. With
Vera in my arms barely purring and a kitten in the arms of several of the other
boys, we made our way across town to a small dead-end street, which I had only
ever been too once before.
The house looked exactly as it had the last
time I’d been to it, which had been the day I had hid inside from a man in an
old rusted out van. Slowly, I alone stepped up onto the porch and knocked on
the door. When the door opened, a very old, much wrinkled man stood there,
looking out at us with wonder in his eyes.
“Mr. Peterson,” I said, “I brought Vera
home.”
When the man spoke, “Vera?” the cat perked up
its ears and her mangy, bottlebrush tail flipped once.
“She saved my life!” I said, fighting against
the lump in my throat.
The old man reached out with his thin,
leathery hands and took Vera from me. Vera purred loudly for a moment, rubbed
her head against the man’s hand and then she closed her eyes and died.
None of us said a word as the man stepped out
of his house and walked around the side. We all followed in silent, single file
to his back yard, where we buried the bravest, and most amazing cat I’d ever
known.
Once Vera was buried, the man that had
followed us from the park made himself known with just the clearing of his
throat. It was a good thing he hadn’t meant us any harm, because when the lot
of us heard him, every last one of us rounded on him with the idea of defending
ourselves. However, we didn’t have to fight.
“No wait! Everyone stop!”
I stepped out from the middle of everyone and
up to a heavily scared man, who was missing an eye.
“Tom? Tom Segal?” I mouthed in utter disbelief.
Tom held out his arms as if to say, “Ta-Da!”
“But how?” Fier gasped in amazement, but Tom
didn’t get to say anything. He was blindsided by Lowell and Jamie, who had
launched themselves at Tom.
“TOM’S ALIVE!” they both shouted.
“Boys please! Yes I am alive, but I won’t be
for much longer if you don’t stop squeezing me so tight!” Tom said with an
agonizing chuckle.
I turned around and looked at my dear friends,
without who I surely wouldn’t have survived that ordeal. Then I turned to Tom
and asked, “Can you make sure they all get home safe?”
Tom smiled as he leaned against the three. “I
was sure hoping you would say that!” When he smiled, it made his scared face
look much scarier than it did without the smile.
“Thomas you old dog!” Fier said and for the
first time ever, I saw a side of Fier I’d never seen. Fier walked up to Tom
Segal and the too of them shook hands like two old war buddies.
In a choked voice, Fier
said to him, “You saved my life!”
“I was just returning the favor.” Tom said
with a wink that I am sure only Fier understood.
Tom and Fier then began talking with Mr. Peterson,
the sister and Cho. That made it possible for Jamie, Lowell and I to slip away
unnoticed. At least we thought we were unnoticed, but Sister Sarafina had seen
and snuck away too. She had guessed what we were up to and wanted to make sure
we got safely to where we were going.
On the surface, I was feeling scared,
apprehensive and even like I wanted to run away and not do,
what I had to do next. However, deep inside it was something that I wanted and
that want was stronger then all my negative emotions.
One last turn and we'd be on my street. I
couldn't see my house yet and I took a deep breath, as I walked three steps
forward and my street came into view. Seeing the street sign washed all apprehension
from my body and I was about to take off running for home, when Sister Sarafina
spoke from directly behind us.
“Boys?” she said softly.
The three of us jumped ten feet in the air
and Jamie fell flat on his diapered butt.
“Sister Sarafina!” Jamie croaked, “You scared
the life out of us!”
She smiled and said, “Well, just tink of it as payback for all da times da tree of you
nearly scared me white!”
Though it pained me greatly to do so, I
offered Jamie my hand to help him up again.
The Sister continued, “Why don’t the tree of
you stay home dis time. I tink we can take care of everybody else wit outcha
help now.”
She reached out and stroked my scared face
with the back of her fingers, “You tree been trough so much. Go be happy boy
and,” she wagged her finger at the three of us, “for the love of God, behave
yourselves!”
“No way!”
Of course
She didn’t try to persuade us anymore. With a
soft but pronounced sigh she stepped up to us, hugged us in turn and then
kissing my face she said, “I love you boys!”
With that, the three of us took off running up
the hill toward my house. About half way there, I turned around, waved and
shouted, “See you in a few weeks!”
Jamie, Lowell and I were two houses away,
when I saw a man walking down the driveway wheeling the trashcan down to the
curb. I slowed first, which got Jamie and Lowell to slow down behind me. We
stood there watching the man that we all knew, but at the same time didn’t
know. He looked familiar, but different too. We stood motionless, holding our breath
and watching him for several seconds.
Maybe he knew he was being watched, maybe he
was having that little prickly feeling on the back of his neck that made the
hairs stand on end. Whatever it was, he looked directly at the three of us and
all at once, the tears came rushing in.
At first no one moved and it was, as though
we were all thinking that maybe it wasn't real. Maybe we were just dreaming...
dreaming the same dream we'd dreamt about so many times. I was conscious of a
pain in my chest, as though a consuming force was growing so big that it
threatened to explode out of my chest. My limbs were trembling and the bones in
my legs seemed to have turned to rubber. I looked to
I looked back up to the man who still hadn’t
moved and though broken and barely audible, I called out a single word,
"Dad?"
Suddenly my dad exploded into a sprint toward
us screaming, and as he reached the place we were standing, he fell to his
knees before us. His face was drenched in tears and with a single hand he
reached out and touched my chin.
"Simon? Jamie?
We threw ourselves at him and held onto him,
as though the only thing that could save us from our all-consuming emotions was
his welcoming arms. He stood up and lifted all three of us into the air,
repeating our names over and over.
An all too familiar woman’s voice was then
heard the air, "THEIR HOME!"
I lifted my tear-filled eyes away from my fathers’
neck and saw my mom running toward us. Dad lowered me to the ground and I took
off running for her, with Jamie and Lowell right behind me.
"MOM!" I cried, as she embraced us.
She cried out, "You're here! You're
here! You’re all finally here!" and then she pushed us away, but still held
onto us. She looked into our flooded eyes, as though
she needed to be sure we were real, then pulled us close again and hugged us
even tighter.
The five of us stood in our neighbor’s lawn,
sobbing and holding each other. Neighbors were coming out of their homes by the
dozens, to see what the commotion outside was. It only took a split second for
everyone to realize what was happening... We were home again... and alive.
The days and weeks that followed were crazy
at best. Reporters wanting to talk with us, doctors poking us and cops asking
tons of questions. The three of us spent that first night in the hospital, but
we were together. They tried to split us up, but the nurses and doctors found
out real fast, that if they even thought about separating the three of us into
different rooms, they would have had a small war on their hands.
The second day
I, on the other hand, had to spend another
day in the hospital due to the open wounds on my back, which were showing signs
of infection. They wanted me to stay longer, but it would have taken every
soldier from ever branch of the military to keep me there, so they let me go
home, but with tons of antibiotics, swabs, bandages, etc.
At first, I didn’t talk about what happened. Because
of the scar on my face and the whip marks on my back, everyone knew something
really bad had happened, but I wasn’t talking and neither were any of the other
kids that had left the ship. We had made an agreement and no one broke down and
told.
I got a visitor the second day after being
home. It was Tom and he came with a couple FBI agents in tow. I made it clear,
that I wouldn’t say anything as long as the stiffs in the dark suites were
around. Therefore, they went out on the porch and left Tom and I alone to talk.
Tom had already talked with Fier, but there was only so much information he was able to
get out of his pint-sized friend. It was obvious that Fier was more loyal to me
then to Tom. Though I told Tom some stuff, there were other things that I just
couldn’t share and amazingly, he accepted that... to a point.
Tom knew about the drug that Madam-M had been
giving us and that for years they had been trying to find out where the supply
had been coming from. He said, for the past couple of weeks, since about the
time we had taken over the Banachelli, the supplies coming into the
Now you might remember, that before I turned
traitor to Miss-M, I had been taken into her every confidence. Well, you see I
might have, maybe secretively, taken a map from her office that shows where
that stuff is hidden. Though Tom didn’t seem too sure, I believe that he has
guessed that I know where either the stuff is hidden; or at the very least
could give him the clues he needs to find it.
So for the most part, I’ve already wrote about
how life was once returning home. Mostly I was kept inside away from other
people. That was more my choice then my parents.
About the only time I would venture outside
our home would be, to go to the doctor, to see Lowell or Jamie, or to go over
to my best friend BJ’s house. Of course, I never went anywhere alone and even
if I did try to, I always had Tom and his fellow G-men spying me. Then came the
day, when BJ’s parents came over to invite our family to join them on vacation
at a very private beach house.
Boy was I sooooo ready for some serious time
away. I had been spending so much time talking with my shrink that I was in
need of some down time. The few days I spend with BJ and his family at the
beach did more for my mental state, then any amount of therapy could do.
Before going to the beach, I was having
second thoughts about rejoining the Banachelli. I was scared that going back to
the Banachelli would only be a return to all the stuff I hated about that ship,
but now I am sooo ready to go back! I am sooo ready for a new adventure and I
am glad Jamie and Lowell are going with me too.
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