“Anchor cable is up and down, Sir.”“Fine. Set the tops’ls. Quartermaster, as soon as you have steerage, south by southeast.”Tony watched the...transports which were in varied states of readiness. Whilst some had weighed anchor, others were obviously lagging behind, in spite of the written orders Tony had distributed the evening before. One Navy transport, the Gwendolyn, did not even show signs of life on her decks.“Bloody lubbers!” Dougherty pressed through his teeth.“Let’s wake him, Mr.. Hank knew that despite the fact that the cousinof a catfish was mostly head with sharp spikes that were wicked and could bring blood that when properly cleaned and cooked their flesh was very tastey so he deftly removed the fish from the hook and dumped it in the large creek she,d brought to store the catch in. He rinsed the fish muck from his hands, wiped them dry and then said, “before we were interrupted by Mr Bullhead where were we?” “About to have a wonderful FUCK I think,” she laughed.. It was a bit cold outside and once we got back home, we set the heating higher to warm up ourselves. While we started having some drinks, it became quickly warm inside and we started dressing down until we were only in our underwear. This was not unusual as we were used to see each other in underwear.John and I had a really great time that day at home. We were drinking, dancing, talking, laughing, and even more drinking. After a while we realized we drunk too much already and we couldn't go. The instant Lilith's eyes skimmed over the bar, Gemma waved in greeting. Lilith returned the gesture, and made her way toward her friend. Gemma, admiringly, watched Lilith approach. Lilith always carried herself with an confidence that was entirely her own. Admittedly, Gemma worried that her friend was to confident at times. Unfortunately, this often resulted in Lilith wandering down unstable paths of life. If memory served her correctly the first night they had met; Lil's right eye was healing.