Everything that could be moved was lashed to the Esperance's deck or bulkheads. No one seemed inclined to joke as the ocean's mild swells grew into frothy peaks.
"All ship's company, below decks! No hands on weather decks!" The orders were barked out repeatedly over the ships internal address system as well as the exterior bullhorn. Excited sailors, some pale and sweaty with fear, glided down the steel ladders to safety with newly acquired dexterity,fueled by adrenalin. |
| Paul Schlener young Navy recruit. Fighting for freedom! |
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