The clear notes of the bugle sounding chow call came over the loudspeakers throughout the ship. I stood waiting in the mess line, formed topside on the main deck aft. The last rays of the sun caught the signal flags flying - gave them a brilliant cast of red, green and yellow. The new cruiser rolled in the huge swells, leaving a foaming white trail behind her.
The men stood silently gazing at the horizon. The ship gave a slight shudder each time one of the swells crashed into her.
The sharp clanging of the ship's general-alarm bell, followed by the shrill call of the bugle, broke the silence. "All hands, man your battle stations!" blared from the loud speaker.
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
, Article 18.
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