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The following story is just that - a story - fiction. As such, all characters are fictitious and any similarities to persons living or deceased are purely coincidental. Some research has been done for authenticity and so I didn't screw it up too bad. Just so I don't receive nasty-grams from any WWII vets, the Balao class submarine, keel number 353, was never built. No military missions of this sort actually occurred in the areas at the dates specified. Furthermore, I hold the highest admiration for every submariner - every veteran, WWII or other, for what they sacrificed, endured and accomplished. Copyright 2006 R.G.Beyer South of Bikini Episode 1 "Just a routine mission" Pacific Fleet Headquarters, San Diego Naval Base, CA: March 18th, 1944 "Can I help you sir?" the short, fresh-from-the-academy Ensign said as he stood from his desk to salute me. "Lt. Commander Steinert to see Admiral Demmit. I believe the Admiral is expecting me?" "Yes sir! He's been waiting for you sir. Called me three times in the last five minutes, Commander! Go right in sir." This was not good, the old man was not to be kept waiting. As I approached the thick, translucent windowed, oak door, I searched my memory trying to find a possible reason for my sudden popularity. I hadn't done anything wrong since before our last mission. My boat, the USS Sand Shark - on which I was the Executive Officer or EX-O, had just arrived in port twenty minutes prior and I found the shore patrol anxiously waiting dockside to escort me to this office. "Ensign, any idea what this is about?" "Not a clue, sir. The Admiral has been very tight lipped about this one!" "OK - but I think it best to alert the medics, Ensign - I may need them when he's done with me," I said jokingly as I deliberately rubbed the seat of my trousers... At least I hoped it would be a joke. "Yes sir." The kid probably had no idea what I meant! I proceeded past the young Ensign's desk and entered the Admiral's office. Closing the door, I turned and saluted my superior announcing myself in the process. "Sir! Lt. Commander Alexander Steinert reporting as ordered!" The older gentleman, in his mid-to-late forties with thinning salt and pepper hair, never budged from his seated position behind the large oak desk. A half-hearted salute was sent my way as he continued to scan over some report. I noted as I approached that it was my service record. "What took you so long Commander? I expected you here..." he glanced at his wristwatch "five minutes ago! How can I expect to win this war if my officers are as punctual as you?" he said in his trademark gravelly voice. "Begging the Admiral's pardon, but the Shore Patrol got me here as fast as they could. We nearly ran over eight sailors just getting off the pier, sir." "No excuses Commander!" His volume rose. "No sir! No excuses, SIR!" At my response the old man started laughing and looked up with a wry smile on his gray whisker stubble, grizzled face. The Admiral had a reputation for being a real hard-liner, but rumor had it he loved to make those under his command squirm just for fun. However, no one was willing to risk his career to find out if it was true. He took a moment to evaluate my expression. "You have no idea why I've called you here, do you, son?" "No sir, Admiral, I don't." He looked directly into my eyes as if searching my very soul to confirm my response. His gaze was so intense it sent chills throughout my body. I became very uncomfortable - more so than I already was. "Good, then I can assume the SP's got you off the dock before anyone asked questions?" "Questions, sir?" A wider smile returned to his face followed by a low chuckle. "Good, good. I'll have to put Chief Parson and his men in for commendations! Alex, please sit down, son." As I seated myself his hard attitude vanished. He continued, "I have a special mission for you commander." He picked up a thick manila folder and handed it across the desk to me. It was stamped 'TOP SECRET'. "Alex, I want to first say, that I am still rather disappointed with your conduct during your last shore leave. I will not tolerate such abusive behavior from any of my officers. Is that understood?" The smile had subsided again. "Yes sir." "Second, I talked with Captain Hunter during the Sand Shark's last stop at Pearl. He had nothing but praise for you, son. He seems to think you're ready for your own command; although given the incident at that nightclub, I tend to disagree. Against my better judgment though, the War Department has seen fit to promote you to full Commander and has authorized me to give you your own boat. Congratulations Commander Steinert!" He passed me the document and my new rank. I didn't realize I was even in line for a command - I didn't think I was old enough. At the ripe old age of twenty-eight, Alexander Steinert had his own command! I suppose I was dumbstruck for a minute - my jaw hitting the floor and all! "Sir!" I shot from my chair and saluted, "Thank you, sir!" The Admiral smiled then stood and returned my salute after which he offered his hand. Shaking it, he motioned for me to be seated again and continued with a slight chuckle. "Alex, as I said before, we have a special mission for you - nothing too dangerous for your first mission, but definitely a challenge. I need you to go to Kili Island in the southern Marshall Chain and provide transport for a contingent of island dignitaries. A queen..." he paused as he picked up another file full of papers and leafed through it. Finding what he was looking for, he continued, "A Queen Mauikimau and her entourage. They have been key players in the formation and coordination of the Coast-Watchers. They have intercepted intelligence suggesting that a new Japanese surge is threatening their island and rather than risk occupation, they have asked to be temporarily relocated to an Allied held island well behind the lines. I need you to get there as quickly as possible and extract them safely. Can I count on you, Captain?" 'Captain'... It sounded wonderful and strange all at the same time. "Yes, sir. You can count on me, sir!" "Good Alex. Here are the specifics. The War Department has assigned you to the newest, fastest boat in the fleet. Tomorrow you fly to Mare Island and take command of the newly commissioned USS Sand Dollar and..." The needle had just been pulled across my proverbial phonograph record. "Begging the Admiral's pardon, but did you say USS Sand Dollar?" Submarine names were supposed to relate to fast, graceful, dangerous, and stealthy marine creatures like Sand Shark, Nautilus, Tiger Shark or at least something that swims! Somehow I couldn't see a Sand Dollar- a sea creature that just sits around on the bottom all day, instilling any of those qualities into anyone. "Who came up with that name?" "Eleanor Roosevelt sponsored and christened it herself, Captain! I know it doesn't have a swell name like our other boats, but Mrs. Roosevelt thought it was a good, sound name and our Commander-in-Chief agreed. End of story! Don't fight it, Alex! You have your boat. Just be glad you got the call!" "Yes sir. Thank you, Sir." "Now here's the specifics on your new command." I was handed the folder marked 'TOP SECRET'. "She's the fastest, most advanced boat to date Alex, and the largest as well. She has thousands of hours of secret design time on her. She also has the latest SONAR/RADAR equipment." This time a larger manila envelope was offered me. "The War Department has taken the liberty of assigning a crew of fifty for you. All are experienced and trained on the new equipment." "Admiral, excuse me but did you say a crew of fifty? I'm supposed to go into the war zone with two-thirds of a crew?" We both knew that a lean crew compliment like that would put added stress on the men. Not a good situation if the enemy was encountered. The Admiral seemed to foresee my objection. "Alex, because you will be transporting royalty - the Queen and twenty of her court, you will leave port with only fifty crew members in order to leave adequate compartment space for her highness. Your crew has been selected not only for their knowledge of the new equipment but for their combat experience and loyalty to their commander as well. Each man has seen his share of action and not one has had less than two years of service, including yourself." "I understand, sir. When do we leave sir?" "As I have said, you will be joining a Navy PBY training flight to Mare Island at 0800. You will inspect your crew at 1000 and thereafter begin final preparations for departure the following 0700. You will rendezvous with the tender Edmonson the next day north of Catalina and commence your deep-water test dive to finish her commissioning. If all goes well, you are to set course for Pearl. Enroute, you will drill the crew and yourself. Alex, I don't have to tell you that a Captain needs to know every nuance of his boat and command! He needs to know that, even if severely incapacitated, he and his crew will complete their objective. Hell, I'd have the men load torpedoes with one arm if I thought it would maintain their edge! Remember also, that Queen Mauikimau is a very important dignitary and must arrive safely to her final destination. Is that clear, Commander?" "You can count on me, sir!" "Good Alex, now I want you to read the briefs given you, memorize and destroy them. Accommodate the Queen as best you can. I can't stress enough that you and your crew must be on your best behavior. You know how royalty can get. Oh, and Alex, let's not have any incidents?" "I'll do my best, sir, but that wasn't my fault, sir. You must have read my report..." "Yes, Commander. We both know I read the report and attended your hearing. We all have our little indiscretions, son. Most of us don't get our mistakes publicized in a national newspaper though, do we?" "No sir." I silently cursed a certain fair-haired Navy Nurse. How was I to know that she was seeing both a reporter and me at the time? "Any questions, Commander? If not, I wish you good luck. Congratulations again, son, you earned it." "No questions. Thank you, sir." With my reply we stood, saluted each other and shook hands. I turned and left the Admiral's office. On the way out I told the Ensign to cancel the Medics. I had an awful lot to read, but first a celebration was in order. It dawned on me that I hadn't inquired as to my lodging for the night. Not to worry though as the Admiral had anticipated my needs. I was met at the outer office door and again promptly escorted to my temporary quarters by my favorite SP chaperones, this time at a somewhat slower speed. Apparently, I was to have no contact with any base personnel as a guard was posted immediately outside every window and door of my temporary quarters. With a well-deserved visit to the Officers' Club denied, I begrudgingly got down to the briefings. Not even a drink to celebrate - coffee would have to suffice. Desiring to know what surprises awaited me dockside tomorrow, I opened the Sand Dollar's dossier. USS Sand Dollar SS353 Balao X Class... 'Balao X? What did the 'X' stand for, I wondered?' I thought as I read on. Length: 325 feet 8 inches 'Wow, thirteen feet longer than a normal Balao class sub.' Beam: 28 feet 'She's a little fat.' Draft: 18 feet Displacement: 1,875 tons surfaced, 2,460 submerged Maximum Depth: 500 feet 'That's one hundred feet deeper.' 22 knots, surfaced 10 knots, submerged 'Wow, over a full knot faster than normal.' 10 torpedo tubes - 6 forward and 4 aft: 14 Mark 14 torpedoes - 10 in the tubes, 4 on racks 1 three-inch deck gun, two 40mm AA guns, and four 50-caliber machine guns As I continued to read, I realized this was no ordinary boat. She was an out-and-out thoroughbred. Weighing three hundred tons more she would outrun anything in the Silent Service fleet and according to her specs, for a longer time submerged too. My hopes rose. As she was thirteen feet longer, I speculated, maybe I would have a little more room in my quarters. Being on the tall end of the Silent Service's recommended height at six-foot-one, I found the officer's quarters of submarines... well... cramped! I read on through the night and actually grabbed about three hours of shuteye after burning all the briefings. After a quick shower and shave I downed three cups of coffee and dressed. Opening the door, I was greeted by the same two SP's. Jeepers! Didn't these guys ever sleep? Moreover, didn't they ever smile? We quickly arrived at the Seaplane dock where I was escorted aboard a PBY-5 and took off for Mare Island. Arriving at Mare an hour and a half later, two SP's escorted me to the Sand Dollar's mooring. I was a bit disappointed that they weren't the same two gentlemen from San Diego. There she was! The largest, fastest submarine in the United States Navy! USS Sand Dollar - SS353. My boat! My first command! From her outward appearance she didn't look any bigger or faster. She looked like a typical Balao class sub - if the word 'typical' applied. Since the start of the war so many retrofits had been applied to the fleet that not one boat looked like another - even from the same shipyard. As I approached, I was greeted by my new Executive Officer, Lt. Commander John 'Jack' Cummins - a short, stocky man, two years younger than my twenty-eight years. I knew him from my crew briefs - five-five, one hundred and seventy pounds, brown hair and eyes, tenth in his class at Annapolis. I had met him once, briefly, a few years ago in Maryland. As we talked, a parade of sailors turned the corner of the pier-side warehouse and marched toward us. I surmised correctly that this was my crew. As Cmdr. Cummins announced the men to me they boarded the boat. I knew many of them from my previous assignments. All were fine, experienced sailors. We were still waiting on two of my officers - my dive officer and my boat's doctor, when a truck rounded the same corner the men had marched around a half-hour before. I was handed a sealed envelope and told that these were last minute food stores, nothing more. I had Cmdr. Cummins see that it was stowed properly as I continued to wait for my remaining officers to arrive. We had been waiting for another thirty minutes before a jeep with three occupants squealed around the now popular corner. The jeep screeched to a stop before me. The driver was a young enlisted man. In back was my dive officer, Lt. Carroll Sheldon but, in the passenger side was a lovely, well built, honey-blonde about five-six, one-hundred-ten pounds... OH, GOD, NO! No! Not her! That... that... Navy Nurse... no, wait... that wasn't right, not a nurse...she wore the insignia of a Naval Doctor! A thousand memories came flooding back to me! Lt. Sheldon broke my gaze. "Sir!" He saluted me. "Sorry to delay you Cap, but our flight from Norfolk caught some bad weather. Lt. Carroll Sheldon reporting as ordered, sir!" I refocused on my Dive officer. "Sheldon, how did you get picked for this assignment? How are things on the Swordfish? How's old Capt. Rutledge?" We shook hands. "Alex, I was going to ask you the same question. Rutledge is still as grizzled and ornery as ever. Just more gray hair is all - more than what you gave him, I mean. Swordfish just got back from a good patrol - added four more U-boats to her score. We would have had another but the cowards scuttled the...!" "Um...excuse me, Sir?" a soft, sweet voice interrupted. I was reminded that someone else desired my attention. "Get aboard the boat Sheldon, we'll talk later." I nodded toward the gangplank. I noticed that the young nurse... excuse me... the young doctor had handed my Ex-O her orders and was still saluting us. "Well, Mr. Cummins who do we have here?" I said sarcastically. Cummins cleared his throat; reread the orders while glancing at me uneasily. "Skipper this is our boat's doctor...um...Lt. Emily Scott." As he said her name the searing pain that had been building in my gut outright erupted. It suddenly jumped into my groin, traversed the length of my spine and ended in an immediate and severe migraine headache. "Lt. Scott. I was not informed of the change in personnel. What happened to Lt. Cmdr. Hibbard?" "I don't know, sir!" She held her salute. "I was just informed of my reassignment two days ago sir!" she said still holding her salute. "Lieutenant, are you aware of the regulations regarding women serving on submarines - especially in combat situations?" "Yes sir, I am, but my orders clearly state otherwise, sir!" I took the paperwork from my Ex-O and read, to my dismay, that Admiral Demmit had personally signed the order. This was a test...it had to be! He was making me pay for my indiscretion. Lt. Scott's orders stated that the queen herself had requested a female doctor be aboard to render 'female' medicine should any become necessary. Reluctantly I returned her salute and had Cummins show our doctor to her quarters. "Welcome aboard, Lieutenant," I said begrudgingly as I motioned her to the gangway. With my dream of an ideal command thoroughly flushed, I boarded the Sand Dollar and explored my new home. I discovered that I indeed had more room in my quarters - about a whole two inches! Not much but I'd take it. The Maneuvering and Engine rooms apparently took up the added length of the boat. It worked out well that we had only boarded forty- three sailors, three Petty officers and four officers instead of the normal sixty-seven, five, and eight. This gave Lt. Scott her own quarters and the men a little more room to stretch out. The men didn't seem to mind the Doctor's presence onboard but I, myself, had every intention of using the extra space to give Lt. Scott a wide berth. I was dead set against being played for a fool by her again! The rest of the day was spent preparing for our 0700 departure. As I mingled with the men and watched them work, I remembered noting from my reading the night before that everyone, including myself, was single. I had just ignored it before but now I wondered if it had anything to do with our passengers -could Admiral Demmit be playing matchmaker? After all, what woman wouldn't be attracted to a six foot-one, hundred and ninety pound, brown haired, brown eyed Naval Commander with his own submarine or, for that matter, any of the other forty-nine eligible bachelors onboard? It would be a good way to strengthen ties with Queen Mauikimau's government. 0500 came earlier than usual. Having splashed some water on my face and dressed, I proceeded to the coffee before relieving the watch. Chief Peterson, our cook, had just relieved his night cook and fried up some home fries and ham. After thanking him, I seated myself in the Ward Room where my Ex-O, Lt. Cdr. Cummins soon joined me. "Well Jack, what do you think of her?" "She can work on me any day, sir! I wonder if she has a good bedside manner?" "I mean the boat, Commander! The boat!" "Oh, yeah... the boat. She's definitely top notch. Is it true she runs to five hundred?" "Well, we'll soon find out, Jack. I'm interested in seeing if she's got the speed - her design claims twenty-two topside and ten below with an additional four hours on batteries!" "If Chief Samuels has anything to do with it, she may do more sir. I've worked with him before. He's damn good with Fairbanks Diesels! I heard tell of him adding something to the fuel to kick the RPMs up- claims he can get four extra knots out of them." "Just as long as he doesn't mess them up too bad! I don't want to damage her on her inaugural voyage! I have intentions of keeping her the duration of the war, Jack." "Sirs, may I join you?" Yesterday's searing pain had just reappeared and was following the previous day's course to my forehead. Again I choked back my disdain. "By all means Lieutenant, have a seat. Mr. Cummins and I were just discussing our boat." "Yes ma'am, what do you think of her?" "I'm not sure yet. I've only been on a submarine once before." "And just how did you manage that Lieutenant?" I inquired in surprise. "I was stationed at one of our forward base hospitals in the Solomons' when the Japanese started one of their pushes. We were ordered to withdraw to Pearl. A few other nurses and I stayed behind to care for a couple critical patients. By the time we stabilized the men enough for transport the only way off the island was by submarine. Shortly after we left the island a Japanese destroyer found us and started depth charging. Several of the men in the front torpedo room were injured- just broken bones- mostly ribs and a couple femurs, nothing severe. The Captain ordered tubes one and two reloaded. Since I was done treating the wounded and they were short-handed I volunteered to help. When we arrived back at Pearl, I was called to the Admiral's office and given a Silver Star and my choice of assignments. I met our Captain there." She nodded towards me. I had never heard that story before. It was highly irregular for women to receive such awards- not unheard of- just rare. "Oh, I didn't realize you two knew each other, Cap." I shot my Ex-O an angry look. Lt. Scott must have noticed. She gave a heavy sigh before continuing. "I'm afraid things just didn't work out, Commander. That's when I made my decision. I requested the base hospital at Norfolk. I figured I had seen enough action and just wanted to continue my career in peace, less stress. I finished my internship six weeks ago. Three days ago I received orders to report here to Mare Island. I was whisked away to my quarters by the Shore Patrol. They allowed me to grab a few things, then escorted me to the base airfield and hurried me onto a C-47 cargo plane. Lt. Sheldon was already on-board. Alex...sorry...Captain, sir, what's going on?" Both officers were now looking for answers from me - answers I was forbidden to share with them just yet. "I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to say. I'm under strict orders not to reveal our mission until after we leave Pearl. I can say, however, that our mission is very important, diplomatically." "Ok, I've heard that before, Cap - makes perfect Navy sense." My Ex-O knew the standard drill. "By the way, when do you expect the rest of our crew to arrive, Cap?" "This is it Jack. The Navy wants to see if fewer men can run a boat- some sort of efficiency study, I guess. They figured that our mission would involve little or no enemy confrontation. I don't have to tell you what it's like arguing with the brass, Jack." I thought I had made up a good story on such short notice. "Ok, sir, that's classified too, eh?" Lt. Scott just gave me 'the eye'. I had never lied to her before. "I can't pull the wool over your eyes Jack. Yes, unfortunately it's as classified as our destination. Right now let's make preparations to leave port. We still have to put the squeeze on her. If you two will excuse me?" I slid between the table and bulkhead and started back toward the control room. I overheard Emily ask Jack a question. "What did the Captain mean by we have to put the 'squeeze' on her?" I stopped and glanced around to see her response to my Ex-O's explanation. "Well this is a new submarine - fresh from the shipyard. She's already had her ability to dive tested dockside, but we still need to see if she can reach her designed maximum depth of five hundred feet. It's really no big deal. I've done a couple of them." Jack's explanation was straight up and very nonchalant. Lt. Scott's response, however, won the cupie! She went pale, eyes wide - her mouth falling open. "You mean you don't know if this thing will be able to survive in the ocean!" The Lieutenant's voice rose significantly in pitch. I really wanted to hear more but my presence was needed elsewhere - anywhere. I figured Jack could handle her. Ah, the privileges of command! At 0700 the Sand Dollar cleared her moorings and made for open water. By 0900 we had left San Francisco Bay and were on course to Catalina to rendezvous with our sub tender, the Edmonson. We met up with the Edmonson just after 1300 and topped off our fuel. As was customary, I called the crew to General Quarters in preparation of our first deep dive. I gave Lt. Scott the option of her quarters or the Control Room. To my dismay she chose the Con. I ordered the watch out of the conning tower and after the Christmas tree turned green, gave the order to dive. Our dive went well; just the normal metallic groans and creaks associated with the increasing pressure around the hull. I decided to demonstrate the effect of pressure on a sub to Lt. Scott by stretching a string from one side of the control room to the other before we started the dive. I was amused to see her expression as the string slowly loosened; developing a two-foot droop by the time we hit our final depth of five hundred and fifty feet. Designers always underrate their limits. We did develop minor leaks throughout the sub's piping and fired a few loose rivets across the crew compartment, but that was expected. The flying rivets caused no injuries. Now came the treat I had waited for! The four Fairbanks-Morris diesels had had plenty of time to break in on the way to meet the tender, so after signaling the Edmonson of a textbook dive we set course for Hawaii at flank speed. I commended Chief Samuels on the smoothness of his engines. I could feel the difference a few extra knots made. My Sand Dollar truly was the Sea Biscuit of Submarines! During our cruise to Oahu I had the men continuously drill their stations. At one point I even took the Admiral's suggestion of performing tasks with one hand. The men thought my drills excessive and a bit unorthodox - especially the one handed exercise, but performed them without question. By the time we cleared the Pearl Harbor sub nets I was confident that my crew could perform their tasks even in the severest of conditions. Shortly after leaving Catalina I noticed that the extended duty periods were affecting everyone, but as we neared Hawaii the fatigue had subsided - we were getting used to the extended hours. Lt. Scott turned out to be a real trooper, and as it turns out, a good navigator. She only really complained the first day about the longer duty. I was surprised with her computational abilities and skill with a slide rule when I jokingly asked her where we were! She certainly is one smart dame. I found it somewhat unnerving that I had started to fall for her again in our short time onboard the Sand Dollar - if only I could forget our history. Pearl Harbor Naval Base, Hawaii March 21st, 1944 We were greeted dockside by Admiral Demmit himself. Me and my senior officers were escorted to the Admiral's briefing room while a full compliment of SP's surrounded the Sand Dollar and my enlisted men were ordered to stay below. The men seemed to expect the tight security as the boat's rumor mill had us involved in a super secret mission to the Japanese Main Island. Well, at least they were right about the 'secret' part of the mission. Some of the men had even spread rumors that we were going to lead an attack on Tokyo Bay similar to Capt. James Dolittle's famous raid on Tokyo two years hence. We should be so lucky to be included in the same circle, I mused. "Lt. Scott, Gentlemen, if you'll all have a seat we can start this briefing." The old man waited for everyone to be seated then continued, "I want to congratulate you all on your timely arrival, in fact you beat the old record by four hours. Chief Samuels, I hope the Captain here didn't overwork the engines?" "No sir! Matter of fact, sir, they was just gettin' their second wind as we reached port!" "Good to hear." He turned to face me. "Alex, are you comfortable with your crew?" "Yes sir. I have very high confidence in the Sand Dollar's officers and crew, sir. I couldn't have picked the men any better myself - with one exception sir..." This was my chance to say my piece towards Lt. Scott. "Regarding Lt. Scott sir... I wish to remind the Admiral of Naval regulations regarding women on military vessels, sir..." "Commander!" The Admiral instantly grew loud and furious. He partially stood as his fists slammed to the table. In an angry growl he continued. "This mission supersedes those regulations! Lt. Scott has been hand picked by me for this mission! Given her unique service record, I feel she is more than qualified!" His look and volume softened somewhat as he reseated himself. "Gentlemen", he continued, "in case you are unfamiliar with Lt. Scott's record, she is the only woman to ever receive the Silver Star for heroism and valor while attached to a Navy submarine! This woman volunteered to replace the two seamen she was treating in the forward torpedo room crew and allowed the Tunni to score two direct hits on an enemy destroyer - resulting in a kill! I've never met a woman that could do what she did under similar circumstances. Alex! Lt. Scott stays!" Again his face grew angry. "Is that clear, Commander?" he fumed. "Crystal, sir!" "Lt. Scott is an officer in the United States Navy and I want everyone under your command to respect that! Are there any other concerns before I continue, gentlemen?" The room was so quite you could here a pin drop. A quick glance across the table at the red-faced Lieutenant told me she had been extremely embarrassed by the Admiral's high praise - not to mention startled by his sudden change in temperament. "Now, let's get on with this briefing shall we?" The Admiral pulled down a wall map of the Marshall Islands, picked up a pointer and started his meeting in earnest. "This is your objective - a small island in the southern Marshall chain called Kili Island. The local government there has asked for our help in protecting their monarchy from the impending Japanese invasion forces. Apparently, the Japanese invasion of the Pacific chains caused considerable damage to Kili's population. Thusly, these people have been instrumental in implementing and coordinating the Coast Watchers throughout the Pacific. I have been ordered by the War Department to relocate their Queen and twenty of her staff to Hilo until we can guarantee their home is safe from Japanese occupation - quite possibly for the duration of the war." "Captain, the Sand Dollar is to go to Kili Island and expedite the safe transfer of the Queen and her party to their new temporary settlement. Your passengers will be disguised as Navy Nurses/Officers in case your boat encounters enemy forces. In that regard, the War Department has granted temporary commissions to everyone in the entourage. When surfaced you will fly the quarantine flag and a Red Cross banner. I needn't remind you that the Japanese only adhere to the Geneva Convention when it suites them. In this envelope are the commissions, coordinates of Kili, sounding charts, some history on your passengers and the official documents of introduction you will need to prove your identity. You will leave tomorrow at 0800. Prior to departure you will be given the latest reconnaissance on enemy activities in the area. Once clear of Pearl Harbor you will brief your crew as to the specifics of this mission. Oh...and I want the Islanders treated like the officers the War Department says they are...is that clear? Are there any questions?" Again the room was silent. This mission sounded very simple but, as experience told me, no mission was ever simple. "Sir, what do we do if the Island is compromised?" "Captain you will exhaust every possible option at your disposal to complete this mission. These people know the names and locations of every Coast Watcher from the Aleutian's down to New Zealand. If the Imperial Navy ever got hold of that information we could lose any advantages in the Pacific Theater - countless lives would be lost and this war would drag on longer than needed! This is why you have been assigned to the fastest submarine ever built. We know the Japanese have spies here on Oahu so the development of the Sand Dollar has been kept hush-hush. We believe they have information of a rescue attempt but will be assuming an arrival time based on the standard sub class, not the Sand Dollar. I want you to get in and get out as fast as possible- understood?" "Yes sir!" "One more item of business. I have two additions to make to your crew, Captain." The Admiral picked up a phone and told whoever was on the other end to please enter. "I would like to introduce you to your Encryption/Radioman: Marine Private First Class Joseph Two-Eagles and his body guard Marine First Sgt. Scott Williams. You will note PFC Two- Eagles here is Navajo. He is part of the Wind Talker program on loan to us from the Marines. He will receive, decode, encode and send all radio communications. At no time will the Private be without his Sergeant escort is that clear? Also, he and the Sergeant are to be considered part of your command staff. Private, Sergeant, I would like to introduce the officers of the USS Sand Dollar: Captain Alexander Steinert; Executive Officer, Lt. Commander John Cummins; Dive Officer, Lieutenant Carroll Sheldon; Ship's Surgeon, Lieutenant Emily Scott; Chief Petty Officer Richard Samuels; Chief Petty Officer Randall Van Pelt; Chief Petty Officer Richard Peterson." A round of handshaking ensued. "This concludes our briefing, see you all at the dock at 0800. My security detail will now take you back to your boat. I want to wish you the best of luck and good hunting!" My officers and I saluted our superior and started to file out of the room. "Alex?" "Admiral?" He waited until we were alone. "Alex, I want you to patch things up with Lt. Scott. I will not have one of my Command Officers mistreating a junior officer - is that clear! Put aside your differences. The sooner you do, the better. I hope you don't need her, but having your trust and backing will only add to her effectiveness. You are to include her in all senior staff activities, Alex, understand?" "Begging the Admiral's pardon, sir, I was merely bringing to your attention the regulations governing submarine personnel assignments. It is my duty to quote regulations in such cases, sir. As you always say, sir - by the book." The old war-horse gave a sigh and momentarily closed his eyes. I decided to set his mind at ease. "You don't have to worry, sir. On the trip over from Mare Island I found out she makes a fair CON officer and if you say she's good under pressure, sir, she's got my vote. I don't think I'll ever forgive her for what she did to me, but she is one of my officers and will be treated with all the trust and respect that that embodies. I won't let you down sir." "I know you won't, Alex." He paused looking a bit amused. "I have to admit that I have been watching your career for a while now, and I must say you are one of the most talented, open-minded and respected officers under my command. That's why I recommended you for this assignment, son." He looked down as he paused again. He gave a slight chuckle, "Hell, any of my other boat commanders would've keel hauled her first chance they got and listed her as overboard if they had your history! Take good care of her, Alex. Oh, while I have you here... Make sure you read the file on the Kili Island culture, they have some rather... shall we say... unique rituals. Some are said to be similar to Voodoo, witchcraft or some fool thing like that. Just make her majesty as comfortable as possible! Oh, and Alex, bring my new boat back in one piece too, will ya, son?" "Will do, Admiral! See you in about two weeks, sir." "I plan on seeing you off at 0745!" As we shook hands, I noticed that the Admiral looked worried- concerned. What was that for? Had he neglected to tell me something? I didn't question it, to do so would be to question a superior and was frowned upon. I saluted, turned and left the room and joined my officers outside. I just couldn't shake the feeling that the Admiral was still hiding something. Shortly after returning to the Sand Dollar I was informed by the watch that last minute cargo had arrived and that Lt. Scott's and my attention were required dockside. We made our way to the gangplank and went ashore to consult with the SP in charge. "Chief, what's the problem? Just have my men bring that stuff aboard." "Sorry Captain but I was given specific instructions for you and Lt. Scott to oversee the loading of this cargo. Admiral's orders, sir!" "Very well. What do we have, Chief?" "Twenty-five duffels, sir! I don't know what's in them - some are heavy though, sir." "Ok, chief, no problem." Turning back toward the sub, I called to Chief Van Pelt. "Officer of the watch? Please have your men report topside and arrange for this cargo to be stowed in the main crew quarters." "Aye, Skipper, it'll only take a minute." It seemed very useless for Lt. Scott to have accompanied me until the security chief saluted, then presented her with two sealed envelopes. "Ma'am...Lieutenant, these are for you." "Thank you Chief." She flashed the SP a bright smile and returned his salute with a very well postured one of her own. Apparently my doctor made this sailor's day as he was now sporting a...um...large... stupid grin - a grin that lasted the whole time the men unloaded his truck and probably well after he drove away and lost sight of the dock. I had to admit that Emily had the same affect on me when I first met her, but now our past history put a damper on that. True to his word, Admiral Demmit and staff arrived dockside at 0745. The old man himself came below for an impromptu inspection - predictably he found several things out of order. An Admiral will always find fault with something - he has to - it's his job! During his inspection he handed me a sealed envelope containing what I hoped, was the promised recon around Kili. At 0815 we slipped our moorings and pulled away from the dock and slowly made our way past Battleship Row. Calling all hands to deck and respectfully saluting the hulk of the Arizona had become an instant tradition. We all knew of at least one soul taken when she went down that fateful Sunday morning. That fateful Sunday Morning...the day I vowed, along with many other Americans, to reimburse the Japanese for their cold, cruel attack that destroyed so many families and brought us all into this cursed war! I remembered it like yesterday. I had been on maneuvers off the coast of California when we received the news. Pearl Harbor, the Oklahoma, Schofield Barracks and the Arizona especially. Crews had worked for days to rescue survivors- weeks longer to identify or locate the dead and missing...the missing... I cautiously choked back tears of pain, of loss - of hatred! The haunting memory of my younger brother Brian, my only brother, still trapped somewhere within her hull. Our missions had taken on new meaning for me after that. I dedicated each and every one to him. This mission was no different. "For you brother!" I choked out as I dropped my salute. No one questioned the fact that I, the Captain, quickly left the bridge. Almost everyone onboard knew. Once in open water, I ordered us to seventy feet and called my senior staff to the Wardroom. "First, I would like to pass along the results of the Admiral's inspection - it would seem he found several paint chips of varying sizes on the valve covers of all four diesels." "Aw, for cryin' out loud!" Samuels exclaimed. "Chief. Randall, your headset cord was draping off the desk in the radio room - the old man wants it coiled." He and Two-Eagles just rolled their eyes. "Sgt. Williams you are to give PFC Two-Eagles a little room to breathe. The Admiral says he is not a prisoner! Jack, you left your sink down. It has to be stowed unless you're using it!" "But Cap! No one told me he was coming aboard! I barely had time to get dressed!" "Relax, Jack! You know the old man will always find something. Speaking of that, Lt. Scott, Admiral Demmit commented on your creative use of the overhead compartment in your quarters - he suggests closing the overhead's door to keep your, and I quote, 'non-regulation, frilly undergarments' out of sight." As I said that I was surprised to see every one of my officers blushing in embarrassment - apparently I was the only one that missed that display. Emily was still more crimson by far, though. "Now to the business at hand. As you know we are to go to Kili Island and transport the local monarchy to Hilo where they will reside until their island is once again safe from an enemy invasion. Latest recon shows two destroyers and three escorts in the vicinity. There may also be a couple of enemy subs on patrol too. We are to remain at full speed - running submerged by day - only surfacing at night to charge the batteries. Radio silence will be observed at all times. Randall, besides you, PFC. Two-Eagles here is the only member of this crew to have access to the radio. He is to be called for any incoming transmissions. Jack, Carroll, we will periodically move to periscope depth for a look around - spend no more than two minutes in the peephole. Doctor, did you examine our last minute cargo?" "Yes I did, Captain. Each duffel bag contains at least a dozen regulation nurse uniforms, several pairs of women's shoes, cosmetics, and assorted foundation garments and necessities. The bags contain different size clothing and shoes. I guess our guests dress sizes aren't known. As for the infirmary, with the medical supplies we took on at Mare Island we should be ready for any emergency our passengers might have." "Dress sizes? I thought we was transferrin' the Queen and her royal family - maybe a royal guard or two. No one said..." "Chief Samuels, I was just getting to that part! I want the men on their best behavior. Not only are we transporting her Royal Highness: Queen Mauikimau, but her entire court, which consists of twenty other women. That's the reason for all the clothes. We need to appear as if we are transporting nurses back from a forward hospital. I need the men to transfer their bunking and belongings to the fore and aft torpedo rooms. I have orders to curtain off the main crew quarters for our guests. I know you're going to get flack about it, but those are my orders. Also of note Chief, you might want to tell the men that these women, according to the report, can and WILL put a curse on them if they're not perfect gentlemen. Our somewhat short and incomplete report on Kili Island says that the local religion is a cross between Voodoo and Witchcraft. My advice is to not cross or insult them! Lt. Scott, anything else you'd like to share with us?" I was hinting towards the recent orders handed to her last night. "No sir. Not at this time, sir." I detected some discomfort in her response. "I mean, I'm not at liberty to reveal those orders until we have possession of our guests, sir." "Very well. We all know what has to be done. Jack, I want to be alerted immediately if you sight anything out of the ordinary. Okay, carry on. Oh, Lt. Scott would you stay behind a moment? I need to discuss something with you." "Yes captain, what is it?" my Doctor asked once we were alone. "Well, Emily, First I want to congratulate you on your professionalism. I had my doubts about women serving on subs or any naval vessel for that matter, but so far you have proven me wrong - keep doing that! I noticed that you are good with a compass and slide rule. I hope you won't mind me making use of that ability to supplement Lt. Sheldon. From experience, I know that a fatigued navigator is asking for trouble." "Thank you sir, I will give Lt. Sheldon any help I can. You can count on me, sir!" "Furthermore Lieutenant, I want to know if our past can or will have a negative effect on this mission. I like to think we are one big, happy family on this boat - that you wouldn't hold anything back from me. Do you understand?" "Yes sir. Permission to speak freely sir?" "By all means, Lieutenant." "Alex, I am really sorry for what Lionel and I did to you! I know that article and photo gave not only you, but also the whole Navy a black eye. I didn't mean for it to go so far. It was all Lionel's doing. I didn't understand what he was trying to prove! I really liked you Alex...I still do...and I really, really still want us to be friends." Her eyes filled with tears. My heart melted. I knew that what had happened between us could never really be mended. "Come on Emily, we've all made mistakes. Understand that I find it hard to ever forgive you for the trouble you caused me, but I think we could start over - just friends, if you want to." "That would be just dandy sir!" she slid around the table and gave me a kiss on my cheek along with a big hug. "Lt. Scott. This is not behavior becoming an officer." I whispered to her. "What would the crew think?" She stood up smoothed out her skirt and saluted me. "Sorry sir! Forgive my inappropriate behavior." "Lieutenant, go easy on the 'sir' will you?" As I returned her salute I continued. "On my boat it's Cap, Captain, Skip or Skipper got that?" She nodded. "Emily, maybe you should freshen up a bit and get some rest. I believe you're due at the chart table in six hours? Maybe you should wear trousers instead of that dress, I want the crew to concentrate on their jobs, not you." "Thank you, sir...er...captain! I'll do that. Here, let me get that." She produced at hanky and wiped lipstick off my cheek. Somewhere near the Southern Marshall Islands, March 25th, 1944 The last four days had been routinely quiet. We did have one sighting yesterday morning. Commander Cummins spotted a ship on the horizon. It was hard to identify what class or whose it was. He gave it a wide berth just the same. Chief Samuels reported that, over night, one of our two desalination units went on the fritz. If he can't get it working, we will have to take on fresh water at Kili since one unit wouldn't supply enough fresh water for the crew, passengers, and batteries. We are on rations until then. According to my calculations we arrive at Kili Island around noon. I plan to have a look around before we make ourselves known. The island has no formal seaport but according to our intelligence, the water is deep enough for the Sand Dollar to tie up to the longer of two wooden docks built by the inhabitants. If the dock is still intact our job will be quick and easy. According to the report I should still have six feet under the keel at low tide. Before relieving Emily at the Con, I went back to the galley for a cup of coffee. Coming back into the Control Room, Lt. Scott was finishing her last look around topside with the periscope. It struck me as funny- a women peering through that device. Yet she appeared completely comfortable with it. "How's it look, Lt. Scott?" "All clear so far, Captain, nothing to report during this watch. According to my calculations we're four hours away from Kili, sir." "Thank you, Ms. Scott. You stand relieved. Nice job, Emily, go get some rest. Mr. Sheldon, make your depth six-zero feet." "Aye, sir. Six zero feet." When the Lieutenant was out of earshot, I went over to my dive officer. "Carroll, how's she doing?" "She's a natural, Cap. The men seem to treat her just as they would any other officer. Her math is fast, accurate and she knows her way around the chart table like she was born there. She's one smart broad, sir!" "Good to hear, Carroll, Jack will be here in another hour, why don't you go relax - have some coffee. I'll take the Con; you've earned some extra time off." "Thanks Skip. Captain has the Con!" he announced. An hour had gone by since I relieved Lt. Sheldon. My Ex-O had arrived on schedule. I brought the boat back to periscope depth and proceeded to have a look around. Kili Island was a speck on the horizon dead ahead. A slow, three hundred and sixty degree sweep revealed no other ships were in the area. "Skipper, I have the bottom coming up quick. Three hundred and rising." My sonar operator announced. I immediately consulted the chart. "Must be this seamount, Jack." I pointed to a spot on the map. He nodded. "Evans, let me know if the bottom gets closer than one hundred." "Aye, sir. Two hundred and still rising. One-fifty; one-ten; one hundred. Holding at ninety-five sir." "Well Mr. Cummins, it looks like we made it. Before we put ashore I want to have a look around the island for any unwanted visitors. How's the bottom Evans?" "Dropping off rapidly Skip." "Jack keep about seventy feet under us and circle the island slowly at periscope depth. I want to know if any ships are out there. I'm going back to see what the Chief has to say about our fresh water plant." "Aye Skipper." I looked at my watch - 1130. We had managed to arrive at Kili a half- hour earlier then scheduled - a full five-and one-half hours faster than any other sub in the fleet. Before us lay a small, volcanic island roughly ten miles in diameter, peaking at one hundred-seventy-feet above sea level. Lush green vegetation covered the entire island and tall leaning palms lined the dark volcanic sand beaches. The island looked pleasant enough, but because of my Ozarks upbringing, I preferred a little more altitude for typhoon season. Just past 1400 and despite his best assurances, Chief Samuels informed me that our fresh water supply was running extremely low and the desalination unit repair was still a day from completion. We were now on the West Side of the island. "Chief, if we found a fresh water source how long would it take you to fill the tanks to a decent level so our guests won't have to be rationed?" "Well, skip, if we can get in close enough, me and a couple of my boys could fill a couple drums in about an hour - that should give us a hundred and ten gallons. That should keep them dames happy until the plant is up to full production again." "Ok, get your men and materials together. I'll go talk to Cmdr. Cummins." I proceeded forward to the Control Room were I informed Jack of my decision. Ten minutes later he sighted a small inlet that seemed promising. Soundings proved we could get to within one hundred yards of the shore. I gave a reluctant order to surface and Chief Samuels sent a four-man team ashore. I hoped Lady Luck was on our side - I was taking a big chance moving to shallow water when we hadn't completed our survey of the island. We would be dead meat if an enemy ship or plane spotted us! True to his word, the landing party returned in an hour. After securing the deck guns, Jack set the deck awash to help the men land their precious cargo. Once we resurfaced, the contents of the drums were pumped into our tanks and drums stowed. Mission complete - I was now comfortable knowing we would not lose points for rationing water. The rest of the island checked out and, after properly signaling shore, we pulled alongside the wooden pier at 1700 and tied up. Normally I would have kept the Sand Dollar just offshore in deeper water until we were ready to leave, but since the sun would soon be setting behind the Island, I decided that she would be safe at dock for the night. As we tied off, several young ladies in traditional Polynesian attire greeted us. I set the watch, assembled my officers, and we went ashore. We were introduced to Queen Mauikimau at the base of the dock. She appeared to be in her mid to early twenties. She stood five foot-six; long, medium-brown, hair; subtle Asian features and spoke with a refined British accent. "Your highness, I am Commander Alexander Steinert. Captain of the USS Sand Dollar and these are my officers: Lt. Cmdr. Jack Cummins; Lt. Carroll Sheldon; Ship's surgeon Lt. Emily Scott." I handed her my letters of introduction. "Welcome to Kili Island, Captain Steinert. You arrived earlier than expected. I have arranged a small welcoming/farewell party for you and your crew here at sunset. Please attend." Without blinking she handed the documents to a brown-haired girl of no more than sixteen on her left then turned and faced my Doctor. "Dr. Scott, one of my sisters has been running a fever. Would you mind examining her? Mia will take you to her." She motioned for Emily to follow another beautiful, brown-haired girl of slightly Polynesian decent also in her early twenties. I noticed the queen's demeanor soften as she talked to the Doctor. I also noticed that, so far, everyone on this island was female and roughly twenty years old. "Excuse me, your highness? I think it would be wise to get everyone's things loaded onboard now. Just in case uninvited guests arrive, that is." Her demeanor went stiff again. "Yes Captain, that is a superb idea. Ladies, would everyone come here please?" "Ma'am, I need to know who all is going so I know how many men to assign." "Everyone is going, Captain. We have lost all but twenty of our loyal subjects to those Imperialist braggarts." She said with a royal attitude. "My sisters and I are all that remain since the Japanese conscripted every last man two years ago. We could not risk the loss of our society to the Japanese, so we contacted your Admiralty, Captain. We were overwhelmed by their offer of safe haven and openly rejoiced when news came of your impending arrival, therefore, we stand adequately packed and ready to leave, please proceed, Commander Steinert!" I assigned twenty-one men, one for each islander, to escort the women and their belongings onboard. That task was accomplished quickly. Next I informed her majesty of the nurses' uniforms sent by Admiral Demmit and of his deceptive plan and presented her the letters of commission. I assigned Lt. Scott the task of fitting the Queen and her entourage for uniforms. That task took decidedly longer. The sun soon fell behind the island and Her majesty's welcoming party started in earnest and soon reached full strength. The men took advantage of their unexpected shore leave to blow off some needed steam and fill their lungs with the fresh, sweet, tropical scented, island air. The Queen had really laid out a spread - wild boar, something resembling roast chicken and sweet potatoes, an island punch of some sort, and a multitude of exotic confections. Chief Peterson chipped in with several of his famous, fresh-baked, Washington State apple pies. The islanders loved them so much that not a crumb reached my officers, my crew, or me. Queen Mauikimau seemed to relax more around me as the night went on - must've been the punch! I had detected its subtle bite. She was actually becoming quite friendly and we started talking about the island, it's economy, and it's inhabitants. I was surprised to learn that everyone on the island spoke fluent English. When I inquired as to whom had taught them, I was told that many an English sailor had visited the island during the past three centuries. At 2100 I ordered some of the men that seemed to be having a bit too much fun (and drink) back to the boat to relieve their fellow crewmembers assigned to ship's watch. I didn't want it said that I hadn't given the men equal opportunity for liberty. Surprisingly, my entire crew acted like perfect gentlemen - even Chief Samuels. The party finally wrapped up around midnight and I suggested that everyone retire to the Sand Dollar for the night, but Queen Mauikimau vetoed the offer saying she wanted one more night in her own bed. I knew the feeling, having not seen my own bed or home in quite some time. I did specify that I wanted to leave as early in the morning as was practical. She agreed and we set 0700 as our departure time. 0600 came way too fast. I woke up with a slight hangover. Chief Peterson apparently read my mind and was ready with a steaming cup of coffee. It tasted better than usual this morning - must have been all the fresh air I got last night, I thought. After taking a few minutes in the Wardroom to wake up and finish my drink, I felt better and went topside to see if our guests were ready. What greeted my eyes surprised the hell out of me. There, at the foot of the dock, stood twenty-one of the most beautiful nurses I had ever laid eyes on - all in parade formation, uniformed, and ready for inspection. As I approached the squad, I recognized Queen Mauikimau in front fussing over the others. Turning and seeing me, she called them to attention. The whole group saluted me in unison. I was totally flabbergasted but kept my composure and returned the salute. Only Queen Mauikimau held her salute. "Captain! All present and accounted for, sir!" "Very well Lieutenant..." I glanced at her nameplate, "Lt. Smith, welcome aboard. You may board the boat." I returned her salute. "Thank you, Captain! Let's go ladies, everyone on to the ship!" "Lieutenant, a word if you please?" I reached out my hand to stop her as she started to walk by. "Lieutenant, it's called a boat. Submariners call it a boat - not a ship. A destroyer or battleship is a ship. Got it?" "Of course, Captain. I shall work on that." "Alex!" My Ex-O suddenly yelled from the bridge. "Radar has Bogies coming in from the north-northeast, Cap!" he pointed in the general direction. "Hilf says about forty miles out and closing fast!" "Bogies," Queen...Lt. Smith asked? "Yes Lieutenant, Bogies - as in possible enemy aircraft! We need to leave now! I can't chance getting caught in the shallows. Please hurry aboard, your highness, you'll be safer inside!" "Lieutenant! It's Lt. Smith from here on out, Commander Steinert!" "As you wish, Lieutenant. Now get your butt in gear and get below! That's an order, Lieutenant!" "Yes sir!" The men were waiting for us and as soon as my feet hit the deck the gangplank was pulled and stowed and all moorings were released. My Ex-O had us underway just as two Zeroes buzzed overhead in close formation. This was going to be close. I knew they had seen us and were currently reporting our location. Within minutes they were back and lining up for an attack run. "Bridge to Con. Jack, where's the bottom?" "Forty-five Cap!" I took cover behind the bridge walls as one of the Zeeks opened up on us. The plane's engine temporarily drowned out the roar of my four diesels as it passed about twenty feet over our periscope masts. "Floor it, Jack. Get us the hell out of here!" I yelled into the box. As I stood and turned to follow the planes' course I noted they were turning for another run. I also noted several splintered boards in my new aft deck planking. I cursed the Zeroes. If we weren't going to be diving soon I'd have had the men return fire. "Depth!" "Sixty!" "Let the air out of it, Jack, I'm coming down!" The diving alarm sounded immediately and with practiced ease I dropped through the hatch, pulled it shut and gave the wheel a quick spin to lock it. As I made my way through the lower conning tower hatch to the control room I heard bullets again hitting my deck. Again I cursed the enemy pilots. "Excuse me Captain, but the enemy might not..." "Ex-O. Hold at forty feet until we clear the shelf then take us to one hundred, ninety degrees starboard and run silent. Keep an ear open for their friends, they have to be close." "Aye, Cap." "I believe we will not be pursued..." "I want damage reports from all compartments before we hit deep water- make sure we're airtight!" "You got it, skip!" "They're probably long range scouts out on a look about, captain. My network of watchers indicated the Japanese have taken to snooping about lately - probably in preparation of their attack. That is definitely the case since you chaps have control of all aerodromes in this area. Now, since we are safely inside your sub, I suggest we relax, have a spot of tea and..." "Right now I'm very busy, your highness. I'm more concerned with getting the hell out of here before the whole Japanese fleet converges on us. We're not safe until we get in deeper water and if one of those Zeroes put a hole in the pressure hull or ballast tank we're crippled! I don't care about some damned aerodrome - what ever that is! Sonar! Where's the bottom?" "Sixty and dropping quickly, Skipper." "Commander Steinert! How dare you address me in such a rude manner!" I turned toward my newest lieutenant. Her face was steeped in rage. Apparently, I thought, her highness was used to being the center of attention. I had more important concerns! I had the safety of my crew, passengers and my boat to warrant before I could indulge in idle conversation. Aerodrome...Aerodrome? Wasn't that an old British term for an airstrip - an airfield? I had never actually heard of an airstrip referred to as an Aerodrome before, besides, my intelligence indicated no enemy reconnaissance missions near the Marshall chain! "Bottom is at one hundred-ten and falling, Skipper." "All Compartments report no damage, Cap." "Continue the dive, Mr. Cummins" As Jack gave the order to progress to one hundred feet, I allowed myself to relax slightly - enough to allow my mind to calculate other issues. Suddenly, it dawned on me that this woman, one of my officers, had provided vital information. Her presentation was informal and militarily irregular but, nonetheless, it was information that was more accurate and up to date than any previously in my possession... and I had rudely disregarded her! In the tense minutes of trying to evade two Jap Zeeks, I had inadvertently disparaged an officer under my command in front of the crew! True, she had an honorary commission, but she was an officer nonetheless. More importantly, I had insulted a foreign dignitary. Admiral Demmit's angry face suddenly flashed before my eyes - not the concerned man I saw before we left Pearl, but the strict Admiral at my disciplinary hearing! That image caused me more damage than any States class battleship ever could. I had given my word as an officer not to embarrass him or the Navy again. It appeared I had failed. The Admiral's image faded away only to be replaced by the image of that dreaded newspaper article. I had gotten myself in it deep this time! You would think a farm boy from Missouri would learn to watch where he stepped! I quickly refocused my attention. Lt. Smith was still shooting Buck Rogers-like death rays from her eyes. She looked like she was going to say something; no... she just wasn't going to say something, she was going to let me have it! I raised my hand to stop the first class tongue whoopin' I properly assessed I was about to receive. "Lt. Smith, please, before you say anything, I apologize for my improper behavior. I admit I was rude, but you must understand, I was concentrating on protecting my boat and command, surviving this mission, and not spending the duration of the war in a Japanese prison camp. I'm afraid I was a bit short with you. I was inconsiderate and out of line, I'm sorry." I stated it loud enough for everyone in the compartment to hear. "Apology accepted, Captain." She glared at me with only a slight smile! "We would expect future conversations to be somewhat more civilized?" There was that cold, regal attitude, bolstered by that proper British accent again. Just like at the dock yesterday. I realized that if I didn't censor myself better this was going to be a very long trip. I bit my lip and asked, "Lt. Smith, would you still care to have that tea now and later we can acquaint you better with the boat?" After an attempted diplomatic tea and a somewhat detailed tour of the Sand Dollar, I presented Queen...Lt. Smith to her quarters. I hoped that I had successfully regained the lieutenant's confidence and her forgiveness. Several hours had passed since the unexpected aerial attack and we appeared to be alone in our little section of the Pacific - just as Lt. Smith had stated. Toward dusk we surfaced and repaired any damage we could. One of the port ballast tanks had taken a hit and needed attention. As a result we were sitting lower in the water. Having set the repair crews to task, I called Sgt. Williams and Pvt. Two-Eagles to