Warship 9

_{At the helm of "Nirvana", a Kadey Krogen 42, off the coast of Virginia, 0530 first light.
The end of a 6-hour watch, dog tired and in a dreamy haze, when the radio barks,}

_{"Nirvana, this is Warship 9 off your starboard quarter. What is your intention?"}

_{Turning to view a disconcerting sight I replied,}

_{"Well, my deck artillery is too light to engage you,
so I will strike my colors and present my sword."}

_{The radio officer replied,}

_{"We fought Yorktown many years ago and you don't look like much of a prize, so we will let you pass today."}

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