Cuttlefish
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May 11, 1944 Location: 60 miles southwest of Osaka Course: Northeast Attached to: TF 23 Mission: Air combat System Damage: 1 Float Damage: 0 Fires: 0 Fuel: 145 Orders: Return to Osaka --- Senior Petty Officer Okubo is at the rail, keeping an eye on a group of sailors who are at work replacing the gaskets and knife-edges on a door in the aft deckhouse nearby. Chief Shun comes into view and saunters over to join Okubo. He just stands there for a moment, watching the work. “It looks at though we should be back in Japan tomorrow,” Okubo comments, just to be saying something. “Any idea where we will be making port, Chief?” Shun shrugs. “Osaka probably, given our course, or maybe Okayama,” he says. “I haven’t heard.” He turns away, looking out at the green water. Okubo turns with him. “You caught a break, you know,” Shun says after a moment. He is speaking in a low voice. “Chief?” says Okubo. “A break,” Shun says. “Someone decided you ought to get another chance and was willing to take a risk to do it. You were luckier than you deserved. If it was me you would be in irons now. I’ve had about enough of you, Okubo.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Chief,” Okubo says. But he does know. “Right,” says Shun. “What kind of accident did you have in mind for Aikawa? It had to be something like that. Someone figured it out and decided to punish you informally.” “Chief, I would never…” Okubo begins. “Shut up,” Shun says curtly. “Just listen. Lieutenant Miharu is not a stupid man. He probably has gotten pretty close to the truth. If he gets there your career is over. The only reason that hasn’t happened is that you have a guardian angel. A violent one, but still a guardian angel.” Okubo says nothing to this, but his mind is racing. He knows it wasn’t Shun. Who then? Shun glances over to make sure the men are still at work, then continues talking. “You get no more chances aboard this ship. One more slip and you are through. Remember that, and remember that I’m not the only one watching you.” He pushes away from the rail. “Have a good afternoon,” he says, then moves away. Okubo watches him retreat. He feels cold, as if spirits were visiting his grave.
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