"Yes, sir. Seaman Stanley Sylvesterson, sir!" Pascal screamed. Wow, Kelsey thought. He could bring that down ten notches and still be too loud.
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"Welcome aboard, Sylves-terson." Ford stumbled on the name. "Sylvesterson, sir." The man corrected. "Though my friends call me Spots." He continued. "Spots." The captain repeated. "I'm a bit of a gambler, sir." He grinned.
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"What happened to your shoes?" Kelsey looked down to see an expensive pair of silk socks but no shoes and laughed. "Ever bet on a sure thing and the horse gets a cramp, sir?" He asked rhetorically.
"Grab a bunk." "Thank you, sir."
"Next." Ford said looking over the line. That's when she heard the dulcet voice of her lovely husband. "Hey, get your hands off of me!" He yelled from the end of the dock where military police had just shoved him. Looked like dad wanted to make sure he made it on time.
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"Oh, good. Our chaplain has arrived." Ford joked. Kelsey laughed, the man was funny. "Sonar Technician, Second Class, ET Lovacelli, sir!" Pascal yelled again. Goes under the name "Sonar"." He said quieter which she appreciated.
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