Climbing the ornate staircase leading to the second level reception desk I encounter a large man carrying a screaming female over his shoulder, he carries her into the bar flashing a grin at me as he passes.
"I'm finished with her, who's next," He bellows as he tosses her laughing body into the waiting arms of a large group of sailors in the bar.
"Who is that," I enquire of my new leading petty officer.
"Oh just the captain," he responds as if this is absolutely normal behavior.
"And the woman?"
"Oh she is a local Madam and acquaintance of the old man, a very personal acquaintance if you catch my drift, Sailor!"
Check-in takes about two minutes as the clerk at the desk hands each of us an old style key with a plastic tag attached with a room number emblazened on the tag. Security much different in that era.
What I didn't know was every single room came with it's own preregistered female assistant, better known as ladies of the evening. This was the captains gift to the crew for achieving a perfect rating in their ORRE (Operational Reactor Readiness Exam).
Suddenly I was no longer tired!
An interesting begining to my first patrol wouldn't you agree.