DAY 3

Well, it’s still a rainy day and a bit chilly. I watched TV while I had my  lonely breakfast of cereal and coffee, sorely missing Sharkey’s hash browns and sausages that he  sometimes brings over.(He’s gone to San Diego for a few days and left Ski and Pat in charge. I could ask them, but they’d only worry about me, and they’re not the fry cooks that he is.) Besides, it would have been too much to call them to deliver pancakes, hash browns, and sunny side up eggs when they’re short handed. They’d know I’d pay the regular price, no discount, and I tip well, I always do, but with the bad weather I decided cereal was good enough for me.

Now, where was I? Oh yes,  I caught a blip about the Gator. That’s the sub that Sparks was assigned to. She’d surfaced to help out a stranded cruise ship. It might even have been  Sparks that had relayed the info that the Center for Disease Control was needed to assist.

 Gator’s own sawbones and corpsmen tended to the sick passengers and crew, but far too many to handle. Seems it was some sort of e-coli. Not contagious, but damned inconvenient.  Gator ran out of the pink stuff. The cruise ship’s had run out already.

I caught a glimpse of Sparks in the conning tower from the news helicopter. He even waved and smiled. Damm, I miss being on a boat. A real boat, not the fancy smancy gambling ship they turned Seaview into.

In fact, if I’m not mistaken the Gator was pretty close to the area that Seaview’s itinerary had listed before she set sail.  Could the Gator be tailing Seaview? No, that’s ridiculous. Forget I said it. I’d erase it, but this is indelible ink. It’s just my imagination in over drive. I mean, it’s a bit ‘coincidental ’ isn’t it.

I know I just had breakfast, but I’m still hungry. Maybe  I will call Ski and Pat after all.

Harriman.