The goddamn fucking Admiral! He's not very fucking happy about what in the hell has been going on with his crew down here in the last month or so. First there was Janine..."Janine, one of the two females at the boathouse, had caught a case of the clap from some sailor who worked on one of the tugboats over in Pearl. Before it was diagnosed, she passed this little treat on to the Captain from the USS Badger (in quite a coincidence, it would be determined at Brewer's court martial that he had gotten three pounds of China White heroin from the cook off the Badger. It was brought on board on a West-Pac cruise somewhere in Asia and had been smuggled back to the states on the ship and then stored it in the ship's galley cold storage) who promptly passed it on to his wife.
Then, not a day later, she screwed
a pilot from Hickam Air Force base that she met
while whoring around for drinks at the officer's
club with the exact same results. Pending her
Captain's Mast hearing, Janine had been pulled
from the boathouse and re-assigned to the Pearl
Harbor chow hall, I have no idea why there of all
places, which promptly had a 40% drop in sailors
dining there.
...and we all know what happened to Rose."
After Janine's stunt, Rose stepped up to the
plate to add some more drama. Flash back in time to
what I mentioned earlier, Rose had been holding out
cash from her pimp, Harold, who had finally
decided to beat the ever loving shit out of her for
this transgression. Well, this was the month, of all
the months he had to pick this one, that it happened.
After her ass-kicking, Rose, who looked like she
had gone a rough three rounds with Smokin' Joe
Frazier, was immediately shipped back to the
mainland for her own safety on the first jet burning
towards California.
In a related and somewhat
suspicious event , I had read in the paper just two
days ago that Rose's "business manager" also
known as her pimp, Harold "Sweet Cool" Jones,
had been shot dead on a Honolulu street corner.
Caught one right between the eyes as if the shot had
come from a sniper on the roof of one of the
downtown buildings. A strange way for a pimp to
buy it, for sure. There were no witnesses and there
were no hot leads in the investigation. As if anyone
cared.
...the Admiral is sick of this bullshit and he's
made his mind up. He's going to change out the
crew. Everybody here will receive transfer orders in
the next six to eight weeks." He turned and kicked
Brownie, the boathouse dog, in the ass as she
strolled by. The mangy beast ran off shrieking.
Malcolm, further strengthening the rumors of
bestiality, broke ranks and chased after her
"I tell you what.
I have never been so
motherfucking humiliated in my entire life. I've
been in this man's Navy over twenty fucking
years," he screamed, his face as red as the
proverbial fire engine, "I'm a salty motherfucker.
I'm so goddamn salty that I've got salt on my nuts!
I've got two goddamn purple hearts and a silver star
and I have to put up with this shit? My fucking dead
grandmother's ass I will! Not get the fuck out of my
face and get back to work you lazy assholes!"