A short humurous story of life at sea.
Life on a naval ship can become boring as the days at sea go by,the daily routines repeated day and night can lead to a monotonous lifestyle. So when the captain announced a swim call for after lunch you could almost feel the excitement in the air.The heat of the Mediterranean sun had been baking us for days and I could only imagine how nice the water would feel, not to mention the sensation of swimming in the middle of the sea.
Having changed into my swimming attire, I made my way to the fantail, as I passed a damage control locker I had a stroke of genius, and grabbed a hand-full of sand from a old sandbag. Reaching the fantail you would have thought the ship was sinking by the sight of all the sailors on deck. Fighting my way through a group of half naked sailors I found my division on the port side. As I approached the announcement came over the 1mc for swim call. Still holding onto my sand I dove after my buddies.
Treading water for what seemed like forever,I told my buddies I was going to swim down and see how deep the water was.Taking in all the air my lungs would hold I slipped beneath the waves. Holding my breath to the point of passing out, I burst from the water gulping for air, I wish I had a camera as I held my hand full of sand out, I can still remember the look of total amazement on there face.without a word I headed back to ship.It wasn’t until later I found out I really had them going they had even went to the to the bridge to inquire from sonar the depth of the sea.
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