A wee bit of last night’s activities.
See that the anchor is catted, Pippin.
Black gang below!
Haul off!
The bay is crowded tonight.
Lookout Billie aloft.
Avast there, LadyX.
Easy on your oar.
Keep ‘er close hauled, Scuttlebutt.
Ahead 1/10 impulse until we are in the channel, Meek.
Diver Dave, you can’t use a sextant at midnight.
Signal from carrier off port bow: “God speed, Mobius Triangle.”
Reply to carrier: “Ever vigilant, USN!”
Serve the mid rats, Pippin.
Aquamarine, pipe in some soft music.
Several subs off starboard, sir.
That’s their home.
Coast Guard cutter coming fast on port side, Cap’n.
See it on aft viewing screen, lodwick. What’s the story?
Subspace scuttlebutt is it is after an incoming tanker loaded with illegal aliens, sir.
Humblegunner, give ‘er a hail and “Good luck.”
Lot of history has sailed past here, sir –- Lexington, Enterprise, Arizona, Halsey, Midway, Leyte Gulf, Iwo Jima, Pusan, Inchon, Khe Sanh, Ranch Hand, Star Light, Tet -- much history.
Passing Point Loma.
Dilithium crystals coming on-line.
Short range sensors on.
All systems are “Go.”
We are clear of the Bay, sir.
Ahead one half impulse to convoy rendezvous point, Meek.
Aye, aye, Cap’n.
We have met with the other three ships and headed south down the Baha.