One day, a long time ago, I was sitting on the bridge of the Coast Guard Cutter Durable, in port GTMO. A new deckie came up to the bridge and asked me if I knew where he could find 20 feet of shoreline so that he could secure the paint locker before getting underway. I managed to keep a straight face and told him to go down to the Chief's Mess and ask there.
Another time, while in our homeport of St Petersburg, FL, I stepped out on the bridge wing to take a break from from chart corrections and saw standing in the parking lot a new deckie wrapped entirely in aluminum foil. He had a vhf radio with him and was being given directions to where to walk. He was not the last person I saw help tune the ships radar.
