A lot happens when you take shore leave. Armistead, in a stupor from too much bilge brew, causes all kinds of trouble. Now I know why I'm needed. Even if I don't say much, at least I manage keep the trouble down. Now Armistead, go sit in your corner and be quiet. You've caused enough trouble already. Wolferz and I will be months trying to fix it. I hope donna isn't too mad at you and refuse to stop by now.
