Post by captntruesdale on Oct 16, 2007 15:17:00 GMT -5
Captain Truesdale stepped onto the first deck and surveyed her ship. It was what some people would say 'ship-shape' Truesdale herself tended to stay away from that term. Ever since she was on Captain Joan's shi... What was that she spied in the distance. A shirt untucked and unbottoned to the chest. Not on my ship Sailor!
"NIGHTINGALE!" Captain Truesdale bellowed across the deck to a young man at Able-Rate wearing his uniform ... incorrectly
"What's with the shirt Able-Rate Nightingale?" Truesdale stormed toward him. The poor boy was scared out of his wits, frantically buttoningg his shirt and tucking it in as fast as he could before his captain could get to him. Boy was this lad going to get such a talking to.
"NIGHTINGALE!" Captain Truesdale bellowed across the deck to a young man at Able-Rate wearing his uniform ... incorrectly
"What's with the shirt Able-Rate Nightingale?" Truesdale stormed toward him. The poor boy was scared out of his wits, frantically buttoningg his shirt and tucking it in as fast as he could before his captain could get to him. Boy was this lad going to get such a talking to.