The shrill is not heard as the dirt is washed out of his hair in the shower.
The vibration of pounding feet shakes the showerhead off the piping and streams into his face, stinging his eyes.
He grabs for the faucet, spinning them closed as though he were back on board in a drill. The commotion in the bunkhouse shakes the walls, as he hand dries himself and climbs back into his clothes. The bunkhouse is full of both sides when he arrives, and his view is blocked as the sailors are herded outside.
Last edited by Pioneer; 06-25-11 at 02:22 PM.
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