Morning Departure Page #2

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Don't forgot to ask Johnstone

for some butter.

I shan't be seeing Johnstone.

- I thought he was the cook on the Solway?

- Well, yes, he is, but,

I was transferred last week to the Trojan.

Oh, my, they don't half

shift you around, don't they?

- Third time this year, isn't it?

- Yes.

Oh, George, before you go.

What about the housekeeping?

I gave it to you on Friday.

Yes, I know, dear, but I had to spend

a bit extra over the weekend,

with you being home all the time.

You eat so much.

All right, dear.

There's 18 bob. Bye, Rosie.

Are you picking up Harry Manson?

No, he's staying in Weymouth somewhere

with his latest girlfriend.

I believe this one's

really trying to hook him.

Well, I hope she's successful.

It's high time he got married.

- I don't think he ever will, you know.

- Oh, why not?

- He says he prefers the Navy to nappies.

- What a sordid way to look at it.

- Well, I know what he means.

- Peter.

- See you at teatime.

- 4:
00. Good-bye, darling.

Bye-bye.

(BABY CRYING)

- Morning, Chief.

- Morning, sir.

- Morning, sir.

- Good morning.

- Have a good weekend?

- Ah, yes, sir. All right.

(FOGHORN SOUNDING)

Come on, look sharp,

the skipper's ahead of us.

It's all a flipping derby, ain't it?

- Good morning, sir.

- Good morning, Number One.

You're five seconds early,

couldn't you sleep?

(CHUCKLING) Got off to a bad start, sir.

- Good morning, Chief.

- Carry on, sir, please?

- Carry on, please, Coxswain.

- Let go, forward. Let go, aft.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

First Mate.

(WHISTLES BLOWING)

- Hello, James.

- Hello.

You're very bright and early.

Is this in our honor?

Yes, old boy.

We've arranged for you to do

an hour's asdic test with the Bullfinch

after trying out your snort mast.

- I can hardly wait.

- That's just what we wanted, sir.

I'm sorry but they've just got a new set

and the destroyer people are very keen.

Rendezvous Area Baker Charlie,

1300 hours.

Thank you.

This is about one of your chaps.

Thank heavens for that.

He's been behaving

like an expectant father for weeks.

I was afraid the strain

might be too much for him.

- Barlow?

- Sir?

Tell Able Seaman Clarke

I want to see him, will you?

Very good, sir.

- Able Seaman Clarke?

- Here, Chief.

Captain wants to see you right away.

- Blimey, what have I done now?

- Here, better give me that blooming bird.

Thanks, chum.

(MAN CHA TTERING ON PA)

- Morning, Clarke.

- Good morning, sir.

- Feeling all right?

- Yes, thank you, sir.

Read that and you'll feel better.

You can have your leave. Better take

the Liberty Boat back to the beach.

Thank you.

- Congratulations.

- Oh, thank you, sir, yes.

Nobby Clarke, a blooming father.

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