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Sometimes it's best to just do
what you're told.
Cuban crisis; what crisis?
Norfolk Virginia was a ghost town. The ship's agent told the captain
that if Castro fired one off it would hit them about three minutes
later. The mate asked about shore leave and the Captain told him
'end all leave at midnight' The agent looked with some surprise
at this but the captain only shrugged, after all if you only had
three minutes nobody would be jumping ship.
She sailed the next morning. The Chesapeake pilot wished them bon
voyage and the Captain wished the pilot luck and meant it.
That afternoon the second mate reported an aircraft carrier with
cruiser escorts about 5 miles away on their port bow, an hour later
they were hove to and the Captain told the third mate to call the
radio room for that 'weirdo sparks' to 'get his arse on the bridge'
The cruiser was close in its Aldis lamp flashing 'what's he saying'
the captain squawked. The weirdo watched the blinking light 'He
wants to know where we from, where we going and what we carrying'
he said.
'Well tell him, tell him' shouted the Captain. Sparks carefully
took the Aldis lamp out of the first mate's hands. He flashed back
the ships call sign then:
From Norfolk VA bound New York for orders carrying ballast.
The cruiser told him to wait one. They waited. Then the cruiser
suddenly flashed back 'OK' and gave them a course to follow.
The weirdo told the Captain then he said 'we're in international
waters Captain shall I tell him to sod off'
The Captain staggered forward 'have you seen those guns pointing
at us you idiot, look look' this was followed by a chorus of "look,
look" from the mates.
'Only kidding' said the weirdo
©PJH
2005
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