Cuttlefish -> RE: Small Ship, Big War (10/2/2007 1:09:56 AM)
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April 19, 1943 Location: Rabaul Course: Docked Attached to: TF 36 Mission: Surface combat System Damage: 3 Float Damage: 0 Fires: 0 Fuel: 475 Orders: Attack enemy positions in and around Gili Gili --- Lieutenant JG Nakagawa, Hibiki’s medical officer, has treated many kinds of illnesses and injuries since being assigned to the ship two years ago. Even when people aren’t actively trying to sink you operating a destroyer can be a dangerous business, and Nakagawa has seen his share of cuts, gashes, contusions, burns, and broken bones. Illness and disease can be a problem, too, especially in the southern waters where Hibiki has spent most of the war. Even quiet times in port bring their own problems, as sailors on shore leave seem to have a knack for finding new and creative ways to do themselves harm. His current patient, however, is the most baffling case he has seen yet during the war. Seaman First Class Hikaru Shoji was half carried into his dispensary a short while ago by two other men. Shoji had been complaining of pain and numbness in his limbs just before he convulsed and collapsed face first into a bowl of rice during mess. Shoji is half conscious, but he is now suffering from partial paralysis and cannot speak except in mumbles. His pulse is thready and weak, and Nakagawa is becoming concerned. He questions the men who brought Shoji in. They tell him that Shoji had just returned from shore leave but that they don’t know if anyone was with him or what he did ashore. Nakagawa gets no smell of alcohol at all from the sailor, who is clad in the informal tropical uniform of shorts and light shirt. “You,” says Nakagawa, pointing to one of the men, “go and see if you can find anyone who was ashore with him. I need to know what he was doing and what he might have had to eat or drink.” He turns to the other sailor. “Find where he bunks and look around. Bring me anything he might have brought back aboard ship, bottles, food, anything. Be swift, both of you.” The two sailors salute and depart. Nakagawa rigs a saline drip solution for his patient and checks his breathing. Shoji’s respiration is strong, though he seems to be having trouble swallowing. The two sailors are indeed prompt, and both soon return. The first tells him that the officer of the deck reports that Shoji went out and came back alone. The second brings with him a small canvas bag filled with shells. The bag is still damp with seawater. “I found this next to his hammock,” he says. Nakagawa peers into the bag, his eyes narrowing in sudden suspicion. He steps over to Shoji’s pallet, kneels, and begins to examine the sailor’s hands and feet. At the base of Shoji’s left thumb he finds what he is looking for, a small puncture mark. The flesh around it is swollen, and the thumbnail has a bluish tinge. “Baka!” he mutters, berating himself. He should have spotted this before. He carefully takes up the bag of shells and spreads the colorful and glistening contents across a counter. He quickly finds what he is looking for, a large white and orange cone shaped shell. He picks it up using a pair of forceps. “Here is our culprit,” he tells the other two sailors. “A cone snail. Very pretty, very dangerous.” “It is poisonous?” asks one, peering at the mollusk with wide eyes. “Oh yes,” says Nakagawa. “I have heard of them, but I have never seen one before.” He prods the shell and a surprisingly long and sharp needle-like stinger stabs out of the narrow end. The two sailors step back, and even Nakagawa is surprised by the speed and ferocity of the response. “Will Shoji be all right?” asks the other sailor, his gaze sliding from the shell to the man on the pallet. “I think so,” says Nakagawa. “He is young and strong, but I don’t think he will be collecting any more shells for a day or two. I thank you both for your help.” The two men salute and leave. Nakagawa carefully puts the cone snail in a jar, scoops the rest of the shells back into the bag, and then pulls out one of his few reference books. He flips to the section on toxins and starts to read.
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