The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out. The next morning, after quarters, they set the maneuvering watch and cast off. I lifted the bow line from the cleat on the pier and dropped it into the green polluted harbor waters. I watched the iridescent sheen play on the surface for awhile then waved to the line-handlers topside.
“Adios,” I shouted.
The OD shouted something unintelligible in return, and everyone topside on the boat turned around, dropped their trousers and mooned me. Bubbleheads don’t see the sun very often so the glare off all that pale skin was blinding. I laughed and hoisted my seabag to my shoulder. They were going to have to bore holes in the ocean without me from now on. I was done. I had a plane to catch in Manila – a plane home.
Dropping trow! I love it! TNK – you have me laughing! Thanks again for the contribution. I do appreciate each and every one that you do! Be well… ^..^
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Enjoyed! Funny story.😁
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Quite a send-off! I felt sad at the pollution of the harbour, though.
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I bet that’s a sight not easily forgotten… I sense he’s fond of his former shipmates, but he’s even happier to be heading home. Nicely done!
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Great laugh and what send off!!! Love it!!!
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Cute story! Funny images of all these shiny white butts. Haha!
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Yay, going home! No more stinky submarine! Cute butt scene 🙂
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A good-bye to be remembered?
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