“Uh, I’m sorry for that rude interruption, “she says looking up finally addressing her audience, “Like I was saying before I am Captain Bette Porter and I will be serving as your captain for the next six months. As of now there hasn’t been any changes to the ships schedule as we are set to make our way through the Suez Canal approximately a month in a half from today. As we make the transition please pass along to every sailor they are not and I repeat they are not to flash any form of body part especially their breast and ass to the locals. It is completely unprofessional, furthermore the surprising exposure of flesh previously resulted in three massive heartaches and multiple men draining their load of lactaid yolk in the water supply system eventually contaminating it. All of this resulting in the United States government paying a hefty fine in damages. I can guarantee you there will be none of that ladies on my watch.”

“Damn, I was looking forward to that, “Ensign Peabody says under her breath.

“Next, after the little meat loaf surprise semolina breakout we have a new head cook onboard so for those not up to date on their tetanus shots they should contact medical immediately.” Hearing the announcement two people quickly stand and abruptly leave.

“According to my reports all onboard equipment is running and operational and all persons are present and accounted for, now with that being said does anyone have any questions for me?”

“Yes ma’am, “a hand goes up.

“Ah, yes Cheng.”

“Do we know what ports we will be visiting?”

“Yes, “she says picking up another paper containing the information, “We are set to visit Rota, Spain; Naples, Italy; Bahrain; Rome; Delphi, Greece; Dubai, Paris, and on the way, back possibly stop in Nassau; Bahamas.” As she finished celebratory cheers rang out.

“Oh yeah it is so on, “Master Chief McCutcheon says rubbing her hands together while wearing a devilish grin on her face, “You know how many fine women I’m about to bless with my presence.”

“Oh plea—-well you please stop acting like you’re Gods gift to women.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if he broke the mold when he made me.”

“Well, if you’re the gift I hope he kept the receipt, “her response caused her to flip her off.