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 “So Seaman Anson, you like goofing off and XXXX in my spud locker instead of doing your Mess Duty like everybody else?”

Seaman Anson felt like a fool. It wasn't bad enough that he got caught; he had to get caught by Chief Hook. Everybody on the base said that that Chief was a little crazy. Anson wiggled a little at the tight lines that had been wound around his body, but it seemed like every time he moved, those lines just hugged him tighter and began hurting him somewhere else.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” the Chief asked with his big mouth only an inch away from Seaman Anson’s face.

“I…I was awful tired Chief and the next thing I knew I was down on those potato sacks, and I guess I dozed off.”

“You went to XXXX on my potatoes?” the Chief thundered. “Do you know how much your government spends just so that you people can have real potatoes instead of rice like a lot of other Navy’s have to eat?”

Anson didn't understand it. Ever since Boot Camp out at the Great Lakes, these Chiefs had been asking him questions he didn't have no answers to. Nobody told him what those potatoes cost.

“Well,” Chief Hook growled,” You don't want to work for me in the daytime, then I guess you're gonna volunteer for a little Working Party I got going tonight!”

“Listen Chief, Sir, I don't think it right you tying me up like this. They told us in Boot Camp that we've got certain rights, and—Ggommph!”

“Eat cloth Seaman Anson!” Chief Hook spat as he wound a thick rag around Anson’s face and XXXX it in between his lips right in the middle of his little protest.

Now Anson was scared. All those stories he heard about old Chief Hook must be true. Some of those stories started rushing into his head and Anson was already shaking before the Chief put his big hand on Anson’s shoulder and started pushing him down.

“Ready…Seats!” the Chief barked so loud into Anson’s ear that he kind of fell down onto the hard floor and hurt himself in another place.

“Now let me show you some real sailor’s knots!” the Chief actually laughed at Anson while he drew a whole bunch of rope out of his pockets and then started chuckling like some kind of a madman while he wound those ropes tighter and tighter around the young seaman’s ankles and thighs.

“Dear Mom, you'll never believe what happened to me today,” Anson started composing his next letter home while he flinched and whimpered into the soggy cloth that was stopping up his mouth every time those tight lines bit into him someplace else.

“As you were, Seaman. There’s a few things I need to check on.” Chief Hook walked off and left the trussed up Anson all alone on the hard floor.

At first Anson wasn't too worried, and he really wasn't trying to get away. He was just rolling his body around and trying to avoid those biting ropes while he looked for someway to get comfortable so that maybe he could take another XXXX.

But then he heard Chief Hook’s heavy footsteps coming back toward him and so he tried to look real innocent, but the Chief wasn't fooled.

“So, trying to get away, huh?”

“Mmmoh mmief, mmot mmmeee.” Why didn't they ever believe him?

“Yea well, I can make that a lot more difficult to do,” the Chief smiled and growled.

And poor Anson was completely helpless as the Chief started grabbing him with his big hands, and bending up his body all together, and then wrapping even more lines around Anson’s already trussed body. Why do these Chiefs like their ropes so much?

Finally young Anson felt like he'd been on a trip to the pretzel factory and his skinny body was hurting all over and he didn't dare try to move.

“I've got good news for you Anson!” the Chief bellowed.

“Oh no!” Anson sighed into the soggy cloth stuffed between his lips. He was only a seaman, but he had already been in the Navy long enough to know that they never gave you good news.

“A bunch of us Chiefs are going fishing tonight and we're going to let you help.”

Fishing…? What were they going to fish for around here? It was all swamp.

“Yea we're all going trolling for sXXXXping turtles and guess who’s going to be our tender bait?”

SXXXXping turtles!!!

“Dear Mom, I went off to see the world, but I only got as far as this big swamp before…”

THE END

Seaman Anson played by Andre

Photography by Caitiff

 Date of Production: 03/06/2004