The Weiter morning, Skipper trudged over to the coffee machine and poured a cup into his mug with a yawn.
“Couldn’t sleep, Skipper,” Kowalski sagte coming to his side with a flipper-full of fish.
“Not really,” Skipper replied taking a fisch and stirring it in his coffee.
“That so?” Kowalski sagte with an underlying smile.
Skipper looked at him. “You know I turned in late,” he sagte insistently.
“Yet you’ve gotten through the Tag on less, before,” Kowalski pointed out before swallowing a fish.
Skipper rolled his eyes. “Two Minuten to finish breakfast and then I want everyone topside,”...
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