We're only fifteen short of complement, counting the prize crews." So you caught prizes, Captain?" Brent interjected with lively interest."Yes, Sir Jo...n. A brig, two schooners, and a ketch, all except the brig sailing with cargo. The brig was sailing in ballast, but she was shipping eight bronze nine-pounders." Why don't you have a seat, Captain, whilst I look over your reports?" Thank you, Sir John," Anson replied handing over his reports.A steward appeared. "Coffee or tea, sir?" he. "Silence.I was worrying tremendously. Is she about to explode? Flee? Fight me?Ridicule me? Humiliate me in front of the other customers? Throw waterin my face? There's no way she'd just accept this, is there? I mean,what sort of girlfriend would tolerate a guy who might dress betterthan she?All I saw was this slow, smoldering expression of angst, fear, hate,disdain, envy, compassion, love, fear (oh: I said fear already).Anyway, she said nothing for a few moments and then leaned forward,took my. " Couldn't agree more. There were obvious economies of scale for us to bring two teams up here this year," Josh agreed. "But, I don't think we want to do it that way again. I think we should concentrate on getting one team as high in the standings as possible. A lot of the top ranked people do run second teams, but they're the junior varsity, dogs getting experience and evaluated for the future, and we might want to do that some time in the future. Hell, Rick Swenson's ex-wife ran his JV team. Eight years of my life down the drain in the blink of an eye. Six weeks later I got another kick in the head. Lieutenant Colonel William Sheffield, my commanding officer, summoned me along with seven other officers to a meeting. We were handed paperwork informing us our services were no longer required due to a drawdown of military personnel and our separation from the Corps would be effective at the conclusion of our current deployment. Who in the Hell gives ‘pink slips’ to guys in the middle.