Cap Mandrake
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***********The Bridge of the Dutch Merchantman, Tjikarang, at anchor, Port Moresby harbor, 13:20, July 6, 1942*********** Admiral Draemel ascends a short ladder to the bridge. His uniform trousers are pinned together at the keel. His trouser legs, after multiple rinse and dry cycles, are riding up his legs to reveal nearly hairless, shiny, remarkably unpigmented Teutonic shins, which together, have born him upright for 130 years. The captain and crew of the Tjikarang have more than a little reason to be anxious. The word has now spread that the Admiral is a torpedo magnet. Still, only two vessels remain at Port Moresby from the original invasion force and the other is an American AK whose crew is manning the bilge pumps. There is little choice and, after all, there is a war to be won. After the loss of the Admiral's colors during the sinking of Adelaide, a USN Ensign was ordered to come aboard Tjikarang prior to the Admirals' arrival and select a battle ensign which most resembled the Admiral's colors. After a great deal of searching through two ancient trunks, he emerged, smiling with a moth-eaten ensign which did resemble, to a remarkable degree, the Admirals' battle ensign. To the great consterantion of the ship's captain, however, it was actually an 18th century Dutch flag which meant "Smallpox Aboard". It might have well meant "Jonah Aboard" as far as the crew was concerned, but an Admiral was an Admiral. They carefully tied up hemp batting over the bulkheads to protect the Admiral's battered head and lay wooden slats over the deck of the bridge to guard against pratfalls. They were ready! As the Admiral successfully negotiated a hemp-covered passageway, a very nervous sailor shouted, in accented English, "Jonah on the Bridge!"......
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