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Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4

Date: 12/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

We made it back to Manly Cove with time to spare and I even managed to get my bra back on straight. We went to the upper deck again, but this time we weren’t alone; there were a few couples already outside enjoying the summer evening and cuddling in the seats along the rail, so we separated into the toilets to tidy up and met back in the upper cabin amidships where we took a couple of adjacent seats. Just before departure, one of the crew came up to our deck and walked past us, making for the stairs up to the bridge. Just as he passed, he did a double-take, kept walking for a few steps and then turned around with his head cocked and a frown of concentration across his face. “You’re some kinda movie star,” he said, “Aren’t-cha?” He looked to be about thirty, slim and scruffy in his rumpled uniform with freckles and a few days’ worth of red stubble on his face. “No … I … um …” I began. And then quick as a flash, “Aw, go-orn Ems,” Kevin interrupted in what might be the worst Cockney accent I’ve ever heard, “’e’s got-chew fair ‘n’ square.” Oh dear, now what? Do the right thing and disappoint Kevin, exposing him as a prankster – or worse, a liar – to the guy? Or go along and have a fun story to tell later? “You’ve got a good eye, Sir,” I said in my best Hermione Oxford English accent (which actually sounded pretty good to my ear) and giving him a big sunny smile while I pinched Kevin’s knee. “You’re the first one to recognise me today.” “I knew it!” he smiled broadly. “You’re ... that one from Star Wars, right? With all the white make-up? And you married Darth Vader! What was that about?” “Oh!” I grinned, this was a first. “You might be thinking of Natalie Portman. I think she’s American.” I felt a bit disappointed not to be recognised, especially when I was trying so hard with the accent. “I’m …” “No! Don’t tell me!” he said, holding up both hands. “I’ll get it.” That look of concentration returned to his face. “Hey, d’youse guys wanna come up to the bridge? We’ve gotta get going and I want to work this out. You can meet The Skip.” Kevin and I looked at each other, we were both grinning like idiots. If “The Skip” was every bit as observant as his off-sider then we could have a good laugh about this later. “I’m Brian,” he said, holding open the door to the stairs for us. “Kev,” Kevin said in that stupid accent again. “Pleased t’meecha.” “No, don’t tell me,” Brian grinned as I held out my hand to shake. “I’m still working on it.” I looked at the steep stairs and then down at my skirt. “Um … you go first, Brian,” I blushed, flapping my skirt with my hand. “Yeah, right,” he smiled, eying my legs. “Don’t get many ladies up on the bridge.” “Oh, Brian,” I smiled coquettishly at him. “That’s probably because you never ask.” He blushed a little at my joke, but turned and followed Kevin up the stairs, leaving me to follow. We came out on an open deck behind the wheelhouse and Brian led us around to the hatch to go inside. “Oh, hey! I’ve got it!” he exclaimed, ...