Cuttlefish -> RE: Small Ship, Big War - Water, Water Everywhere (4/23/2008 9:09:27 PM)
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January 14, 1944 Location: 290 miles northwest of Marcus Course: Northwest Attached to: TF 9 Mission: Surface Combat System Damage: 2 Float Damage: 0 Fires: 0 Fuel: 261 Orders: Escort Yamato back to Japan --- “Riku looks a little green, don’t you think?” Yoshitake asks Oizuma. Oizuma chuckles. “He’s looked like that ever since Shun released him from that oath. We’ll be in Japan is a few days and now he’s realizing he will actually have to talk to the girl.” Shiro looks up. “He really does look a little green. Are you feeling okay, Riku?” Riku’s face not only has a greenish tinge, Shiro notes, but there are beads of sweat on his forehead and he has one arm across his stomach. “I don’t think so,” says Riku through clenched teeth. “My stomach is in knots. In fact...” He suddenly turns his head to one side and one hand comes up quickly to cover his mouth. “Riku, no, not on my hammock!” cries Oizuma, but too late. Riku vomits violently. Then there is a bubbling sound and a sudden stench fills the narrow bunk area. Riku looks up apologetically, then collapses to the floor. “Both ends,” says Yoshitake. “He’s really sick. Come on, we have to get him to the dispensary.” Shiro hurries to help and the two sailors help Riku to his feet. “I am sorry for the mess,” says Riku weakly as they help him along. He lurches as another cramp twists his guts. “Oh gods, I can’t get sick now!” “Trust me,” says Yoshitake, wrinkling his nose against the smell, “you are sick.” --- “We have nine cases so far this morning,” Lieutenant JG Nakagawa tells Captain Ishii, “and there are going to be more. I’ve ordered the water supply shut off and I’ll do some tests. With luck only one tank is contaminated and we will be able to resume using the other.” “But what is it?” the captain asks. Nakagawa shrugs. “I don’t know yet,” he says. “At worst it’s typhoid or cholera. If the ship’s luck holds it is only dysentery or some similar bacterial infection. I’ll know in a few hours. Fortunately all these men are young and healthy. If I can keep them hydrated they should be all right.” “I am glad we are nearing port,” says Captain Ishii grimly. Nakagawa nods. “Indeed. Anyone showing signs of illness should report to me immediately. And have the cooks boil all water before they use it. There is a lot of clean-up needed and all waste should go straight overboard and all mops and sponges, everything used, should be boiled or go over the side afterwards.” “I will see to it,” says Captain Ishii. “Please inform me as soon as you know something more.” “Yes sir,” says Nakagawa. Captain Ishii departs and Nakagawa hurries to treat another crewman lurching into the dispensary. It is going to be a very long day for the ship’s medic.
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