Word: decking
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...them: a cassette library of movies, including The Wackiest Ship in the Army and The Caine Mutiny, tapes of David Niven reading his memoirs (The Moon's a Balloon; Bring On the Empty Horses), and a model of the Titanic that for some unexplained reason was glued together on deck during a heavy rainstorm. Such behavior might be attributed to the decision to pack 50 cases of beer and 32 cases of wine into the hull of the chartered 71-ft. ketch Sealestial (Buckley discourses widely and brilliantly on many points of big- league sailing, although not, unfortunately, on punning...
...convincingly as he did in Rites of Passage. For all of Talbot's well-heeled stuffiness, he constantly betrays, sometimes in spite of himself, his capacity for growth. Prolonged exposure to the "whole imaginable world" of his ship rattles his aristocratic preconceptions. The white line painted across the deck at the mainmast, segregating the common seamen and emigrants fore from the officers and better class of people aft, comes to seem ridiculous as the peril shared by everyone aboard increases. First Lieut. Summers reassures him, "This voyage will be the making of you, Mr. Talbot. At moments I even detect...
Brindel, who was not on the bridge but in the combat information center one deck below, still expected the plane to pull away. The ship's monitors gave no indication that the pilot had locked his targeting radar on the slow-moving frigate, a necessity before launching a missile...
...missile struck, ripping through the thin steel hull midway between the deck and the waterline. It tore open a 10-ft. by 15-ft. hole on the port side. Spewing unexpended fuel from its short flight, the Exocet smashed into the crew's cramped quarters. Sleeping sailors were jolted out of their bunks. Some were hurled through the ship's open wound and into...
...these days the eyes water like a weak opinion, and the skin on her hand < feels like pie dough rolled on an enamel tabletop. (Let me give you a hand, Mom.) A Whistler pose, she is content to sit staring outward much of the time, as if on the deck of a Cunard liner, or to dip into that biography of Abigail Adams you gave her (a lady for a lady), at manageable intervals. Television interests her not, except occasionally the nature shows that PBS specializes in. Motionless before the mating eland. The memory clicks on and off. The older...