The captain onboard the Inca destroyer was having a bad day. There had been a rather raucous birthday party the day before, and he wasn't quite up to maneuvering a ship. Last he had heard, there were some old Indian frigates in the waters, and he had duly charted a course around them rather than attack them, as he had been ordered. Orders were to go to the other side of them, to show them that the Capaco leadership was sincere in wanting peace. The heavy rain and thunder were not helping his headache.
Somewhere behind him a mumbled voice was saying something about a sonar contact, but no visual contact was possible. It is hard to explain in English, but "sonar contact" in Incas sounds a lot like "your head looks like a llama's *******". The captain, still upset over the course of the previous evening's card game, turned around and immediately punched the sonar officer in the face, and was then standing over him and giving him a beating he 'deserved', repeatedly shouting "queens over aces, queens over aces, **** you, Paco!"
Just as his final blow landed on Paco's poor face, the entire world seemed to shudder with the impact. Indeed, the ship seemed nearly to have been knocked off the water for a moment, and horrid crash resounded through the metal room. The captain stepped back, temporarily believing it was his blow that did it, and marveling at his own power, a sensation heightened by the looks of fear and surprise among the rest of the crew's faces.
Slowly, though, it dawned on the captain that Paco hadn't been insulting his head, and in fact he did not now suddenly possess superpower punches. "Please let it just have been a fishing boat," the captain thought to himself as crewmen rushed out onto the deck below. The small fleet stopped in the water, now in the middle of the Indian navy.
"Well, it is kind of hard to see those little old antique ships, you know..." he mentioned to his first officer, as he began to write his message to PacCom back in Capaco.
Somewhere behind him a mumbled voice was saying something about a sonar contact, but no visual contact was possible. It is hard to explain in English, but "sonar contact" in Incas sounds a lot like "your head looks like a llama's *******". The captain, still upset over the course of the previous evening's card game, turned around and immediately punched the sonar officer in the face, and was then standing over him and giving him a beating he 'deserved', repeatedly shouting "queens over aces, queens over aces, **** you, Paco!"
Just as his final blow landed on Paco's poor face, the entire world seemed to shudder with the impact. Indeed, the ship seemed nearly to have been knocked off the water for a moment, and horrid crash resounded through the metal room. The captain stepped back, temporarily believing it was his blow that did it, and marveling at his own power, a sensation heightened by the looks of fear and surprise among the rest of the crew's faces.
Slowly, though, it dawned on the captain that Paco hadn't been insulting his head, and in fact he did not now suddenly possess superpower punches. "Please let it just have been a fishing boat," the captain thought to himself as crewmen rushed out onto the deck below. The small fleet stopped in the water, now in the middle of the Indian navy.
"Well, it is kind of hard to see those little old antique ships, you know..." he mentioned to his first officer, as he began to write his message to PacCom back in Capaco.
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