Cuttlefish
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June 10, 1943 Location: Rabaul Course: Docked Attached to: TF 36 Mission: Surface Combat System Damage: 1 Float Damage: 0 Fires: 0 Fuel: 475 Orders: Await further orders --- The man aboard Hibiki responsible for assuring that the crew has enough of everything from uniforms to food to fresh water is the Paymaster, Lieutenant JG Kataoka. Kataoka is earthy and intelligent, a cheerful and slightly plump man who is good at his job. Right now he is overseeing two sailors who are stowing crates of fresh vegetables in the main galley storeroom. One of the two sailors is Leading Seaman Ariga. Kataoka thinks quite highly of Ariga. Over the past year Ariga has become his indispensible right hand, and he has come to rely on the young man’s energy and skill. Ariga’s work ethic is remarkable even among the Japanese and he has a real talent for logistics. He also has a genius for ferreting out supplies. Kataoka is convinced that if Ariga was put ashore on a tiny desert island he would come back to the ship with a case of sake, a hundred pounds of canned beef, and several tins of salted sea urchin eggs. Today, however, Ariga is noticeably less energetic than usual. His movements are slow and careful, almost like an old man’s. Kataoka has been around long enough to know what this usually means. When the work is done he takes Ariga aside. “Seaman Ariga,” he says, “Are you feeling well?” The young man makes an effort to square his shoulders as he looks Kataoka in the eye. “Yes sir, quite well,” he says. “Ah,” says Kataoka. “That is good. If you have your health you have everything, eh?” He gives the sailor a hearty clap on the shoulder. Ariga winces and his breath hisses between his teeth. Kataoka regards him levelly. “It must have been quite a beating,” he says quietly. Ariga says nothing. “You know I will respect your confidence,” Kataoka continues after a moment. “Sir, I know you would,” says Ariga. “But you have my word I have not been beaten.” “Hm,” Kataoka says. “All right. Something happened to you, though. I won’t push it. But if you need any help do not hesitate to talk to me. I do not wish to be deprived of your services, after all.” “Yes sir, thank you,” Ariga says. “I will.” “You’re off duty for the rest of the day,” Kataoka says. “Go get in some extra sack time. You do the work of two men as it is, you’ve earned it.” “Thank you, sir,” says Ariga in genuine gratitude. Kataoka dismisses him and watches thoughtfully as the sailor hobbles off.
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