Almost off this temporary stint aboard the USNS Waters... but I got in some good overtime. 44 Hours above and beyond this past straight-time 56 hour work week. Below you can see the mast I spent three days chipping, priming, and painting in the hot Florida sunshine. I have spent hours looking at it from the bridge while driving random and pointless courses in the Bermuda Triangle, and the rust has itched like a scab, begging to be picked.
Painting the foremast from a bosun's chair... |
So far, as a sailor, there isn't a single bridge I've burned (or not burned) that I wouldn't burn again (or not, as the case may be)... actually, there are some I should have burned sooner. But that's just water under this metaphorically combustible and fire-prone structure.
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