The ratings lined up on the square, the salt wind scouring their faces. It would be another day by the sea and not on it. Steve’s mind wandered again, wondering when they’d set sail.
Not for the thrill of bobbing upon the ocean waves, though. Steve wanted the drinks made famous by his brother’s tales. His lips and tongue yearned for the rum ration’s tingle and the steaming hot chocolate they’d make at sea. He thought about them constantly.
Too much. He missed another turn- if he wasn’t careful Steve’d be confined to barracks and there’d be no beer tonight.
Not for the thrill of bobbing upon the ocean waves, though. Steve wanted the drinks made famous by his brother’s tales. His lips and tongue yearned for the rum ration’s tingle and the steaming hot chocolate they’d make at sea. He thought about them constantly.
Too much. He missed another turn- if he wasn’t careful Steve’d be confined to barracks and there’d be no beer tonight.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #384 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Ratings.
hmm... rummified!
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