still don’t see what Doc got so upset about. So what if I chose to inspect
a sunken cabin cruiser. We weren’t really moving much. You’d think
he’d be happy about us solving one of those little maritime mysteries. But no, he had to scold (and scold, and scold!)
about me taking risks! How the blazes was I to know that a swordfish decided
to get up close and personal!
swear that damn yellow wetsuit had something to do with it. (Did you know fish see in color? ). In any case they were only
minor cuts. The way Will went on, you’d have thought I’d been fighting for my life against an entire school of
them! It was just one little (okay, not so little) sword fish. And he started it. Not me.
understood. Sort of.
think he knew I’d been up to something checking out that shipwreck. Well of course I was. She might have had some coffee
aboard, you know, the kind in sealed cans that a little seawater might not have intruded.
no such luck. I think Ski knows that was the real reason for our dive, though didn’t say anything except that it needed
to be investigated. He sure hinted a lot…’gee Skip, if we, er..find
something…you know…to eat or drink…maybe we could haul it back aboard…”
we did, actually. Two 6 packs of beer. The real stuff. I was going to have Cookie ration it out after I’d have a swig,
but Doc confiscated my share, saying it was contraindicated with the antibiotic. Phooey. Just when I needed a little boost
to the old metabolism. Chip’s going to be in charge of dispersing it, so
everyone gets a little, even if it only amounts to a few shot glasses. I’m surprised Harry didn’t want any at
all. But then, he has his own supply of stronger stuff.
the last owners of the craft and were they ever glad. Apparently their insurance company hadn’t exactly believed their
claim that the boat had been stolen. Now thanks to Seaview, case closed.
can’t get rid of this damn headache and I sure feel warm. And I know I’ve become increasingly testy toward
the officers and crew. I even growled at Harry that he must have contracted a
fly by night firm for the last refit. Which , of course, isn’t true and I’d been in
on the refit from day one. He understood of course, patted my arm and told me ‘Now, now, Lad, it’ll only be a
few more days.’
you know something? He had a little smirk on his face, like he was harboring a secret.
I didn’t know any better I’d say he’s been impervious to our coffee crisis. But then, maybe Doc’s
right about all that nicotine in his system.
first thing I’m going to do when we reach port, is go with Chip to the
Base Commander’s office, then leave him alone to purchase enough supplies
for our stay for repairs and our trip back home to Santa Barbara, while I go
to whatever O’ club they have and drown my sorrows in the biggest, baddest cup of Navy joe they have.
as good (or strong) as Cookie’s but it’ll do in a pinch. (Our normal supply of coffee beans are not Navy issue.)
think I’ll order some nice hot brew to take back to the boat till our supply order’s been completed, give all
non essential personnel shore leave. The crew could sure use a break from their