I'm calling in a favour for making that emergency port visit to Cape Breton in the middle of a fisheries patrol plagued with crappy North Atlantic winter weather. And for finding Ordinary Seaman (we'll call him Bloggins) not guilty of being "adrift" (absent without authority) because he had the good sense to tell me a story I had not heard before. After being accused of over-staying his time in the company of a young woman, he explained that he had merely fallen asleep in a local restaurant.
But I digress.
The next time you're outbound for Fort Fumble on the Rideau, take a few moments to check this out.
It's one of those "Why We Fight" kind of things.
A tail dragging romp through the swamps of the world
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