Maybe I'm working my boys to hard...

Ovedius · 05-31-12, 05:37 PM

Captain's log, june 28. 1942.

Dear log, I fear for the sanity of myself and my crew.
Today I was standing on the bridge in my regular uniform (bathrobe and slippers) plotting something resembling a plan to infiltrate the harbour of Osaka.
The crew seemed to be in their usual mood, standing around tinkering with their doodads and thingamagigs, occasionally throwing glances filled with disbelief and disgust my way. After all, here I was, a man with no knowledge of boats, submarines, oceans or any thing even remotely nautical, standing on the bridge wearing a bathrobe and slippers giving them orders.
SNAFU, as they say.

However, today something seemed even more off.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it before I asked my helmsman (Bob) "Where are the rest og my loyal subjects?" and he coldly replied "They're outside, sir".
"Outside?!" I screemed at his staring face, "But we're at a depth of 148 feet!".
Bob blinked and said:
"They said they needed a change of scenery, sir".

I waved my arms, screamed some more, and jumped around for a while (which you mustn't do in a bathrobe) but the rest of my crew appeared to be unaffected by what was taking place.
I retreated to my quarters and remained there for the rest of the day, when the next shift goes on I'll grab something to eat from the mess.

If we make it back to Pearl Harbour I'm going to request a transfer.

By ovedius at 2012-05-31

By ovedius at 2012-05-31

-sorry for the low quality images, and I couldn't figure out how to remove the UI without a numpad delete.

05-31-12, 05:37 PM	#1
Ovedius Swabbie Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Norway Posts: 6 Downloads: 45 Uploads: 0	Maybe I'm working my boys to hard... Captain's log, june 28. 1942. Dear log, I fear for the sanity of myself and my crew. Today I was standing on the bridge in my regular uniform (bathrobe and slippers) plotting something resembling a plan to infiltrate the harbour of Osaka. The crew seemed to be in their usual mood, standing around tinkering with their doodads and thingamagigs, occasionally throwing glances filled with disbelief and disgust my way. After all, here I was, a man with no knowledge of boats, submarines, oceans or any thing even remotely nautical, standing on the bridge wearing a bathrobe and slippers giving them orders. SNAFU, as they say. However, today something seemed even more off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it before I asked my helmsman (Bob) "Where are the rest og my loyal subjects?" and he coldly replied "They're outside, sir". "Outside?!" I screemed at his staring face, "But we're at a depth of 148 feet!". Bob blinked and said: "They said they needed a change of scenery, sir". I waved my arms, screamed some more, and jumped around for a while (which you mustn't do in a bathrobe) but the rest of my crew appeared to be unaffected by what was taking place. I retreated to my quarters and remained there for the rest of the day, when the next shift goes on I'll grab something to eat from the mess. If we make it back to Pearl Harbour I'm going to request a transfer. By ovedius at 2012-05-31 By ovedius at 2012-05-31 By ovedius at 2012-05-31 -sorry for the low quality images, and I couldn't figure out how to remove the UI without a numpad delete.