Another Chance
Copyright© 2014 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 37
Ensign Olsen. Sleeping in the lounge.
That damn city phone, "Coast Guard. Yeoman Chartres."
"One moment, sir. I'll see if he's awake."
"He's been on duty all night."
"Sir?" Chartres whispered.
"Yes?"
"It's the District Game Warden, sir," the yeoman said.
"I'll take it in here, Yeoman," I said.
The switch in connections took place, I picked up the phone.
"Ensign Olsen. This had better be important."
"Don't you people have boats of your own," I was reasonably pissed. This was uncalled for.
"I'll put it to you straight, Warden. Those kids are responsible for me making Ensign and I will NOT harass them. I wouldn't care if they had an African elephant in their care."
"I'll give you a ride, it's only about a block from the Station. You could drive."
"Completely full of reporters and Girl Scouts?" I asked.
"Alright, do you need a crew or just me?"
"Just me?"
"Ten minutes."
The yeoman stuck his head in the lounge, "The boat is already in the water, sir."
"Is anyone else awake?" I asked.
"No, sir. It's been a long night," Chartres explained. "I have three more incident reports to type before I can go to bed, sir."
"Thank you, Yeoman Chartres," I said, "You are my refuge from ring knocker Lieutenants."
We both laughed.
"Ok, Chartres, fill me in."
So, I got to hear the thrilling story of a panic stricken Girl Scout; Jeannie Stout.
"Ah yes, her," I grimaced, "Incident number two, I believe."
"Yes, sir, trying to swim the channel."
"Don't kids know how to read?"
"She's going to be running the country someday, sir," he said. "Just ask her."
"What was it this time?"
"The Austin's have a bobcat; with kit. A very BIG bobcat. Or so she said."
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