The sailor wanted a beer but got gangbanged instead
The tanker “Chelsea Bridge” was steaming westwards across the Atlantic, bound for Bayonne, New Jersey, with a cargo of domestic heating oil from North Africa. James Tully, the third engineer, had finished standing his watch in the engine room at midnight, and was dying for a drink. He showered, put on a little pair of blue shorts and a pair of flip-flops, and went up to the Officer’s Lounge only to find that it was shut up for night. Undaunted, James went up to the bar and...