[ IP ] The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous ...

Fog horns cuts holes in the sea smoke, various water fowl crow and chirp in the wake of a proud ship. Notes of salt hang just above Cookie's morning roast of coffee. The crew is working steadily to bring in the mooring lines, fueled by morning chow, heightened with distasteful jabs at one another and overblown sea-stories of voyages passed. 
 
 Underway. Making way. 
 Once the lines are in and made up, some men of the Patrolboat Haight lay below and rest from the early morning work, while others take to their stations at either the helm or lookout. Keeping keen eye on the horizon for those who need assistance or others in need of punishment. First days on voyage rarely cause for alarm. The sea is glass and the King God Poseidon has looked upon this small crew with favor. 
 
 The next morning SN Smithers notes the various shifts in weather and the deep red skies at the early morn. 
 
 `` Skipper, SN Smithers, request to report..'' 
 
 `` Yes, yes..I know'' Skipper could smell the air from the porthole in his stateroom, it was off, angry.. 
 
 `` Smithers, pipes quarters in two mikes.'' 
 
 `` Aye, Skipper. Foul weather parade?'' 
 
 `` Of course.'' Skipper hung up his phone and walked to his mirror and straighten his uniform, his palms rolled away any specks of lint from an impeccable coat. He took a closer look at his freshly shaved face and once satisfied he turn for the door and walked up the stairs. 
 
 `` Captain on deck'' The Boatswains mate first class commanded. All of the men stood at attention, balancing the now bobbing Haight under their feet. The Skipper chest puffed and moved into the middle of the galley. 
 
 `` As you were.'' All crew members relaxed and sat down. 
 `` Men, we are in for a real rough ride. The readings off the barometer and tranmissions from NOA have indicated that a massive typhoon is en route. We will maintain our course and speed. There are several commercial and civilian crafts in the area..'' Skipper paused from moment, a strong roll had come across the portside lifting his left foot a bit. 
 
 `` Our job, what we all signed up for is for this very mission, I expect all of us to be sharp and composed. Be ready for anything. Get rest when you can and stand a vigilant watch.'' 
 
 **I know there are grammatical errors and spelling. I will be back to finish this in a bit ( working ) 

