Monday, October 29, 2018

Novel in Progress: The Lifer, Chapters 3 & 4

This is an excerpt from my new novel, The Lifer, a story about a young sailor who died in a terrible accident aboard the USS Enterprise while the ship was at sea off the coast of Vietnam in January of 1969.  As most old salty dogs know, the spirits of the sailors who die at sea sometimes remain aboard the ship.  In The Lifer, I explore the question; What happens to the ghosts of the dead sailors when the time comes to decommission the ship?

THE LIFER

PART 1

USS Enterprise Decommissioning




CHAPTER 3



Jake is standing on the flight deck.  Stars twinkle in the night sky overhead.  Jake is looking down at the deck.  One second he’s standing there in the dark, wearing dungaree pants, a dungaree shirt, a white hat crimped on his head.  It’s calm, dark and the water of the harbor spreads out calm as glass next to the ship.  The next second, it’s bright sunlight, the ship is moving fast over the rolling ocean.  Fighter jets all around him.  Engines roaring.  Pilots are in the cockpits.  Flight deck workers walk by carrying chocks and chains.  Bombs and rockets loaded under every jet’s wings.  Suddenly it flashes back to nighttime in the harbor.  Jake in dungarees.  Then it flashes back to sunlight, fighter jets.  The ocean is rolling all around the ship.

JANUARY 14, 1969 NEAR HAWAII

Brilliant sunlight sparkles on the rolling ocean.  The flight deck of the USS Enterprise is packed with jet aircraft.  An old Chief Petty Officer in flight deck gear walks up to Jake and puts his mouth on the sound attenuator covering Jake’s ear.  “Break down the chains on this bird,” the chief says.  “She’s ready to launch.”

Jakes gives the chief a thumbs-up, then scrambles around the jet, ducking under the nose, walking outboard of the intake ducts.  He breaks down the chains on the port side main landing gear.  He ducks under the tailcones and walks up the starboard side of the aircraft, starts breaking down the chains on the main mount.

Suddenly a massive explosion.  Several aircraft engulfed in flames.  Men running for their lives away from the burning aircraft.

Jake is consumed in fire.

Fire on the flight deck, USS Enterprise, January 1969


It’s nighttime on the flight deck.  Standing in the same location, Jake is there now in his dungarees and white hat.

Bright sunlight on the flight deck, ocean rolling past the ship.  Flames everywhere.  Black smoke towering into blue sky.  Jake inside the fire burning alive.  Incinerated, he crumples to the deck.

Nighttime.  Jake is standing on the flight deck.  The cool dark sky overhead.  The dark steel beneath the soles of his boots.  The dark water, calm, reflecting the stars up in heaven.

*     *     *

A red bulb glows inside a metal cage, shining through the darkness, shining off the Linoleum tiles on the deck in the berthing compartment.  Rows of lockers and rows of bunks where the crew sleeps.  The compartment is deserted.  Completely silent.  Jake walks through a door at the end of an aisle.  He walks along the row of lockers and bunks and turns into one of the narrow compartments.  He grabs a combination lock and turns the dial, pops the hasp and lifts his locker open.  The light in its cage a smear like coals across the polished floor.

Jake strips off his shirt.  He puts it along with his white hat into the locker.  He pulls off his black boondocker boots, tosses them into the locker, pulls off his pants and throws them into the locker too.

Jake climbs into his bunk.  Close on his face.  Expressionless.  He turns his bunk light on and pulls a picture from under his pillow.  She’s about 20 years old.  Pretty.  Jake stares at the picture for a long time and then gradually dozes off holding the picture.  It slips down onto the pillow beside him and it looks like the young woman in the picture is sleeping next to him.

He’s dreaming or remembering.

Jake is riding a motorcycle.  Wearing only sunglasses, no helmet.  His favorite jeans and a t-shirt.  He’s on a secondary road in California’s San Joaquin Valley.  He passes a sign, WELCOME TO VISALIA POP 23,000.  Cars with big wide hoods and trunks, lots of glass on the road around him.  Obviously, it’s the 1960s.

Jake pulls onto a dirt driveway at a small wooden house shaded by huge weeping willows.  He knocks at the door.  A man answers.

“Good afternoon, Mister Ramirez, sir,” Jake says.

“You’re just in time to help put a few hives on the truck,” Mr. Ramirez says.  Behind him in the kitchen, Olga, the beautiful 20-year-old woman in Jake’s picture.

Olga is smiling at Jake from behind her father.  “Daddy,” Olga says, “Jake doesn’t want to move bee hives.  He’s going to get stung!”

Mr. Ramirez looks at his daughter.  She’s so beautiful it makes his heart ache.  “This young man has been stung already,” he says.

“Stop, Daddy, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Sorry, my dear,” he says.  “But Jake has to show me he’s worthy of being with my daughter.”  Mr. Ramirez smiles at Jake and walks past him toward the back of the house where a field and rows of beehives are visible in the distance.

A few minutes later, Jake is wearing a bee bonnet with a screen down over his face.  He has on a long sleeve lab coat and gloves with long cuffs up to his elbows.  Mr. Ramirez doesn’t wear any protection from the bees.

“You don’t wear any protection?” Jake says.

“The bees love me,” he says.

There’s about an acre of land between them and the Ramirez house.  Rows of flowers and tomatoes, string beans and herbs are growing in great profusion.  Wooden bee boxes spread out all along a dirt path.  Bees are swarming everywhere.  Loud buzzing.  Mr. Ramirez is calm, he’s holding a smoker, puffing it around one of the hives to sedate the bees as he slides the little openings closed on the sides of the hive to keep the bees in.

Jake and Mr. Ramirez load several bee boxes into the back of an old pickup truck.  Jake stiffens and raises his arm as if to slap the back of his neck, but he pauses.

“That’s right, Jake,” Mr. Ramirez says, “I know it hurts but you must remain calm.”

Jake grimaces.

“Don’t panic.  It will make the bees excited, and they’ll swarm on you.

“But it stings.”

“Be a man, Jake.”  He smirks.  “Take a bee sting.  It’s nothing.



They continue moving bee boxes into the back of the truck.

Mr. Ramirez closes the tailgate and climbs into the cab as Jake walks toward the house.

Olga walks over and as Jake removes the bonnet and the gloves, she takes his hand.

Mr. Ramirez rolls up in the truck and stops beside them.  “Did I give you permission to hold my daughter’s hand?” he says.

Jake let’s go of Olga’s hand, looking guilty.

“Daddy, stop, you’re embarrassing me,” Olga says.

“Sorry, sir,” Jake says and steps close to the truck.  He whispers, “Mr. Ramirez, sir, may I have permission to hold your daughter’s hand?

Mr. Ramirez looks at this daughter questioningly.  She nods vigorously in the affirmative.

“Perhaps if you toughen up,” Mr. Ramirez smiles.  And learn to take a bee sting without complaining.”

The truck rolls away.

“Good bye, Daddy,” Olga says.

“Good bye, Mi Hija.”

Jake and Olga walk around behind the barn and alongside a creek through some tall grass.  Sunshine fills the blue sky.  There are birds and bugs.  A fish jumps on the water.

“I’m going to miss you,” Olga says.

“I’m going to miss you too, Olga.  I really wish I didn’t have to go.”

“You be careful on that ship, Jake.  I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Don’t worry,” Jake stops and faces Olga.  They stand close together.  “I won’t be on land in Vietnam.  I’ll be out on the Ocean on the ship where it’s safe.”

“I’ll be praying for you every day.”

“Don’t worry.  I’m in the Navy so I’ll be on the ship, not fighting in the jungle.”

“You better come back in one piece.”

They hug.

“Are you going to wait for me, Olga?”

“Yes, Jake.  I’ll wait for you.”

Jake drops down on one knee and removes a diamond solitaire ring from the tiny watch pocket on the front of his jeans.  He takes Olga’s hand as if to slip the ring on her finger.  Olga’s face brightens.  Her mouth open in awe as she looks down at him.

“Jake, what are you doing?”

“Olga Ramirez,” he says, “will you marry me?”

“Yes, Jake!  Yes.  I’ll marry you.”

He slips the ring on her finger and stands up.  They hug and kiss.


CHAPTER 4


The corridor in the Pentagon is crowded with military personnel and civilians.  A Navy admiral carrying a briefcase walks briskly along.

The admiral holds his ID card up to a scanner and sliding doors open.  Marine guards pop to attention as he passes.  The admiral places his hand flat on a black panel next to a metal door.  A light scans his handprint and the door opens.  Further, along the corridor, another pair of armed marine guards pop to attention as he approaches a black metal door.  Printed on the door “DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE NUMINOUS DIVISION.”  The Admiral steps up and puts his face into a bowl-shaped indentation beside the door.  A green light scans his eye.  The doors open and he enters.

The Pentagon, Washington DC


Behind a desk Mr. Shertzer is sitting, clicking away on a computer keyboard.  The Admiral enters.

“Shertzer, you have to see this,” the admiral says.

“Just one second, sir.  Let me hit send on this email to the president and I’ll be right with you.”

The admiral puts his hat on the corner of Shertzer’s desk and sits down.

“We should have seen this coming, I mean they’re dismantling the Enterprise, what did we expect?”

Shertzer has his finger raised over his mouse about to click send on his email, but he stops and looks critically at the Admiral’s hat on the corner of his immaculately clean desk.

The Admiral pops open his briefcase and starts shuffling papers around inside, not seeing Shertzer who is now glaring at the offending hat.

“There have been some really horrible accidents on the Big E over the years,” the admiral says.  “She’s been around the world what?  More than a dozen times.  She’s had at least what?  A couple hundred sailors die on board over the past 50-years.  Why didn’t we do some scans on her when she first entered the yards to be decommissioned?”  The Admiral realizes Shertzer isn’t answering, so he looks up and sees Shertzer staring at his hat on the desk.  The Admiral snatches his hat from the desk with one hand and with the other, he plucks an envelope from his briefcase and hands it to Shertzer.

“Sorry about that, Shertzer.  I forgot about your anal-retentive thing with the desk.”

Shertzer breathes a sigh of relief, clicks send on the email and snatches the envelope from the admiral.  He reads the info on the front of the envelope, then removes a letter opener from his desk and slits the envelope along the top and reaches in.  He removes the packet of papers and places them on his desk.  He slowly reads the top page.  Then he turns it over, and looks at the next page, which is a grainy copy of an old black and white photograph.  It shows the Enterprise at sea.  He reads the caption.  The next page shows the Enterprise tied to a pier.  Shertzer reads the caption and flips the page over.  The next page is another picture, taken from a distance.  There’s a huge tower of flame and smoke rising from the Enterprise’s flight deck.  The same as image as in Jake’s dream.  The caption reads “USS ENTERPRISE, JANUARY 14, 1969.”

Shertzer looks at the Admiral and says, “Let’s get down there right away.”

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Sunday, October 28, 2018

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Thursday, October 4, 2018

Novel in Progress: The Lifer, Chapters 1 & 2

This is an excerpt from my new novel, The Lifer, a story about a young sailor who died in a terrible accident aboard the USS Enterprise while the ship was at sea off the coast of Vietnam in January of 1969.  As most old salty dogs know, the spirits of the sailors who die at sea sometimes remains aboard the ship.  In The Lifer, I explore the question; What happens to the ghosts of the dead sailors when the time comes to decommission the ship?

THE LIFER

PART 1

USS Enterprise Decommissioning


CHAPTER 1


The Aircraft Carrier USS Enterprise CVN 65 sits idle, tied to the pier.  Red, white and blue bunting draped along her sides ruffles in the breeze.  A big banner declares, USS Enterprise Decommissioning Ceremony.

Several hundred military personnel and civilians seated in folding chairs in rows facing a dais.  Admirals and politicians in suits seated up there.  A Navy band plays a march.



Beyond the seating area, crammed in along the pier and spilling over, filling a big parking lot are hundreds, no thousands, of former Enterprise crew members.

The Navy band winds down and an admiral steps to the podium.  Before he can speak, someone in the back of the crowd shouts “The Big-E!”  Then everyone starts clapping and cheering.  First way in the back among the rowdy bunches crammed in out there.  Quickly the cheering picks up and every person present is suddenly on their feet clapping and hooting.  Most of these salty old sailors are feeling pin pricks flash over their rough skin.  Some are choked up.  They’ve all crossed oceans, and some have circled the plant aboard this great ship.  The best years of their lives.  Vivid memories burned into their consciousness forever.

The admiral steps back from the podium and claps his hands.  He looks back over his shoulder at the massive wall of steel.  The clapping reaches a thunderous roar and the cheers rise.  Whistling and hooting and screaming.  The Admiral does a crisp about face and raises a salute.  The crowd goes crazy.  The cheering lasts a solid ten minutes.

The admiral gives a speech.  What you’d expect.  The long service of this proud ship.  Historical highlights.  First nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, such and such tons of steel, millions of miles travelled, Vietnam, Persian Gulf, etc., etc.  All stuff you can now read on Wikipedia.

Through the minds of all those who have served aboard, they hear the Admiral but they are flashing back to long days and nights at sea.  Quite moments looking out at the horizon.  Standing watches late at night in the reactor plant, launching jets off the flight deck, cooking food for 5000 in the galleys.

Way at the back of the crowd, there’s a group of old sailors waving signs.  They are protesting the decommissioning of the USS Enterprise.  Several of the old timers are wearing t-shirts with US NAVY FLIGHT DECK VETERANS emblazoned across the front.  Several wear VFW hats, many have medals hanging on the fronts of their jackets.  Though greying and chubby they are a stout and strong bunch.  Some are straight laced and squared away, others are roughnecks.  Several are obviously bikers with long hair and tattoos.  Some wave American flags.  A few are saluting.  Others raise a fist in the air.  A line of police and Navy Master at Arms stand between these hardened Navy veterans and the rest of the crowd.

Up at the front, those seated close to the ship are listening to a politician in a suit give a speech.  There are many sailors and marines in dress uniforms.  There are many Navy and Marine Corps veterans.  Young and old.  Men and women.  Many are wearing USS Enterprise CVN65 ball caps and t-shirts.

It’s a patriotic scene.  Everyone has come to honor this grand old ship and see her decommissioned from active duty in the fleet.

The banner hanging down from the ship’s forward catwalk just below the flight deck reads: “USS Enterprise 50 Years of Proud Service in the Fleet 1912 to 2012.”

High on the ship’s superstructure, way up above the big number 65 painted on the side of the island, a group of sailors are standing and sitting around taking in the scene.

In the midst of this crowd, high up above the pier, Jake is standing there, on the topmost level of the ship’s superstructure.  His back straight, he’s wearing his cracker jacks.  Something is not quite right about this bunch though, some don’t look so good.  A few are wearing nice clean dress uniforms, but others are in tattered and dirty working blue dungarees.  Some stand tall, looking healthy and spry.  Others are run down, like they’ve been working too hard.  Several are obviously sick or injured.  Yet they are all together.  Some standing, others sitting or lying on the deck.  A few are leaning against the steel mast.

Jake is holding binoculars, scanning the scene below.  He can see the flight deck and catwalks are all deserted.  He knows that today there are no workers aboard the ship.  Today, there’s only this group of sailors standing up here with him.

Now Jake is studying the crowd, looking closely at people’s faces and their clothes.  He stops to zoom in on a sailor in uniform holding a young boy.  The boy is holding a small American Flag on a stick.  Next to the sailor, his wife is standing at his side.  Jake pauses, looks closely at the sailor’s hand on his wife’s hip.  He feels his heart break a little, then scans across the crowd, pauses on another family.  He stares at the woman as she turns and hugs her husband, and kisses him on the cheek.

A politician at the podium continues his speech.  Jake can hear him.  He’s saying: “Today our Navy family is retiring a dear loved one, for the USS Enterprise has been more than just a ship, she has been a shipmate for fifty years.  Many proud sailors have called her home while travelling countless miles around the world.  So, we call this great ship our home, our Navy home, our trusted shipmate, a classic old vessel.”

Jake pauses over the big banner and reads it 50 YEARS OF SERVICE 1961 to 2012.  USS ENTERPRISE DECOMMISSIONING CEREMONY.

Jake says, “What are we going to do now?”

The roughneck standing beside Jake says, “You’re damn right, Jake.  Once they start cutting up this old tub, what will happen to us?”

“Where are we going to go?” Jake says.

“Davy Jones’ locker.”  Roughneck says as he scans the crowd with binoculars too.  “Golly, there are so many good looking girls out there?  Last time I saw this many pretty ladies in one place, I was alive and I was a civilian.”

Another sailor, Henderson, walks over to Roughneck.

Henderson says, “Quit hogging up the binoc’s, let me get a look.”  Henderson takes the binoculars from Roughneck and starts scanning the crowd on the pier.  “Dang, you weren’t kidding.  It’s wall-to-wall poontang down there.”

Jake pauses scanning the crowd to look at another sailor and his wife, both sitting side by side in chairs only a few rows back from the Navy band.  The wife is holding a baby in her arms.

Jake whispers, “That is never going to happen for any of us.”  He looks way back at the edge of the parking lot, and there he sees a sign “ENTERPRISE MUSEUM” another says “MEMORIALIZE THE BIG E” and another shouts, “PRESERVE OUR GREAT NAVAL TRADITION.”

“That would solve our problem,” Jake says.

“What would solve our problem?” Roughneck asks.

Jake says, “If they turn the ship into a museum.”

“Is that an actual thing?” Henderson asks.  “Could they really turn her into a museum ship?”

“Why not?  They turned the Midway into a museum and now she’s permanently moored in New York City.”

The politician wraps up his speech and the Navy band plays another march.  A boatswain mate blows a whistles and there’s a 21-gun salute by a platoon of US Marines.

The Navy band plays as the crowd begins to disperse.  The protesters are handing out leaflets that call for the Enterprise to be saved and converted into a museum ship.  They are soliciting donations.  Police move in and try to disperse the protesters.  A minor scuffle occurs between the old veterans and the cops, but the big crowd flushes everyone out through the gates and onto the street.

High above the dwindling crowd, Jake and his friends are still standing around scanning with binoculars.  Jake has not moved.  He does not blink.  The wind blows, flapping the colorful signal flags strung up on the Enterprise’s masts above them.  The wind is gusting hard at this height, almost two-hundred feet above the pier.  The black neckerchief on the front of Jake’s uniform does not move, though.  The wind is blasting but does not affect him.

A tear runs down Jake’s cheek.

After a while, there’s only a crew of guys packing up the chairs, taking down the bunting.  Two workers are putting the podium into the back of a van.  They lower the gigantic American flag and begin to fold it up.

High above it all, Jake is still standing atop the superstructure, holding his salute.  He’s frozen in time.


CHAPTER 2

 

Days are going by.  Each morning trucks and vans pull up on the pier.  Work crews, welders, engineers, technicians and mechanics arrive.  They climb the gangway up to the Quarterdeck of the Enterprise.  They carry tools and small coolers containing their lunches.

There are several cranes along the pier.  They lift construction trailers and rollaway dumpsters up onto the flight deck.

All day workers are crawling all over the ship, going in and out of her many doors, on her weather decks.

There’s a work crew gathered around a foreman on the flight deck.

“Peterson,” the foreman says, “your crew is pulling cable and duct work out of the forward ladders.  Any questions?

“No boss,” Peterson says.  We’re in good shape.”  Then to his crew, “Okay let’s get to work and be safe about it.”

The crew starts walking forward.  Lagging behind, following along, Jake is there.  He’s wearing old style Navy bellbottom dungaree pants, black boondocker boots and a blue shirt.  A white Dixie cup hat crimped on his head.  Jake looks out of place among the workers who are all civilian, with scruffy beards, hard hats, Carharts, work gloves.  Jake is younger than the workers who are all late twenties, thirties and forties.  Jake is only 19 or so, with a clean shaved chin.  Sometimes, light seems to shine through him as if he’s transparent.  People and objects pass through him as if he’s not really there.



They climb below into the catwalk and enter the ship through a door in the side of the hull.  There are workers up on ladders using torches to cut ventilation ducts and wire brackets from the overhead steel ceiling.  Sparks are flying all over the place.  Workers are shouting to each other as brackets break away and bundles of wires and metal ventilation ducts come crashing down to the deck.  Other workers are cutting up the ventilation ducts with powerful hydraulic snipers, tossing cut-up metal into hand trucks on wheels that are being rolled away.

Jake is there lurking about, watching the workers.  A sad expression on his face.

Several times Jake steps up close to a worker and as he reaches for a tool, Jake pushes the tool away and causes the worker to fumble after it.

Later Jake is deep below in a passageway.  His eyes are wide open and his jaw drops in total disbelief.  Workers are taking down a large wooden plaque with the Enterprise logo and “The Big E” emblazoned across it.  One of the workers leans toward his toolbox reaching for a pair of pliers, one hand holding the plaque, still attached to the bulkhead.  Jake slams the toolbox lid on the workers hand.  The worker lets go of the plaque, and his coworker can’t hold the weight, so the coworker lets the plaque go.  It crashes to the deck, shattering.  Jake is already walking away down the passageway.

In an open area, forklifts are moving huge wooden crates full of scrap metal torn from the ship’s ventilation system.  The forklifts are filling an industrial elevator with crates.  Every few minutes a worker shuts the gate on the elevator and it goes up to the deck above, returning empty several minutes later.

Jake stands next to one of the forklifts.  The driver has a crate loaded up.  He’s waiting for the elevator door to open.  Jake reaches over and hits the gear shifter and the machine jumps forward.  The operator is totally unprepared for this and fumbles at the controls as the forklift crashes into the still-shut elevator gate, bending it and sending the crate full of scrap metal crashing all over the deck.

*     *     *

Inside one of the construction trailers, the foreman is addressing a crew of supervisors.  He holds a stack of papers in one hand and points to a drawing of the USS Enterprise that shows in cut-away, the inside compartments and passageways.

“Six accidents in four days!” the foreman says.  He slams the packet of papers on the desk.  “This is unacceptable!  The Navy is going to shut this jobsite down if we have another accident!  So, to prevent this, you supervisors are going to lead a four-hour safety stand down tomorrow morning and review safety best practices and policies with every worker on this project, is that understood?”

In the middle of the crowd of grim-faced supervisors, Jake stands with his arms crossed on his chest, a satisfied smile spread across his face.  He gives two thumbs up.

*     *     *

The next morning on the pier, a large crowd of workers are walking down the gangway off the USS Enterprise.  Two workers are walking side-by-side, carrying safety gear and tool boxes.

One of the workers says, “They need to do more than a safety stand down tomorrow, I’ll tell you that much.

“I’ve never seen so many stupid accidents,” the other worker says.  “It doesn’t make any sense.  No sense at all.”

Droves of workers are walking across the pier toward their cars and trucks.  It’s the lot where thousands of active duty and retired sailors and their families stood while attending the ship’s decommissioning.

“There’s no way a forklift slips into gear.”

“Another freak accident.  We’re lucky nobody died.”

“Freak accident, my ass!  This ship is haunted.”

“Haunted?  Now I’ve heard it all.”

“Yeah, well, just when you thought you’d heard it all, that’s when you find out how little you really know.  I’m telling you this ship is haunted.  Not the first time I’ve seen this happen.”

*     *     *

Workers are cutting through a steel bracket with a torch.  One worker shuts off the torch and sets it aside to bend what's left of the bracket out of his way.  He’s wearing goggles and gloves.  He reaches back to grab the torch, but it’s not where he left it. 

Another worker sees him feeling around and suddenly his jaw drops in surprise at the sight of the torch floating in mid-air.  The hose from the torch to the acetylene tanks looks like a poisonous snake rising from a basket as an Indian Swami plays a flute.  The tip of the torch is still red hot.  He shouts, “Hey, watch out!”

The worker looks up just as the hot tip of the torch touches his exposed arm.  “Ouch!  Dam it!” he shouts and jumps up, letting go of the bracket.  It swings and hits another worker in the head, knocking his goggles and hardhat off.  Blood gushes from a gash on his forehead.

*     *     *

The foreman is yelling at a supervisor.

*     *     *

Several workers are walking off the gangway.

“You can’t pay me enough to work on this old tub.  She’s haunted.”

“There’s clearly a ghost of an old sailor, maybe more than one, on this ship.”

“Hundreds of guys have died while aboard this ship.”

“That’s crazy.  I never heard anything like it!”

“What could a ghost possibly want?”

“I’ll tell you what he doesn’t want, he doesn’t want his ship being torn apart, that’s what.”

*     *     *

The next day a sign on the locked gate states:  JOB SITE CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

There tied to the lonely pier, floats the hulk of the USS Enterprise. 





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Monday, September 3, 2018

Sea Story Summer Reading Wrap-up


Throughout August, I gave away all of my sea stories for free on Amazon.  Each week a different book was free.  I promoted this on Facebook and Google+.  As a result many readers downloaded my sea stories.  Some folks bought a few books, but the best part is that I received several friend requests from sea story fans around the world, and numerous people posted reviews on Amazon.

A sample of the reviews posted:

"I read the story after it was offered for Free on Kindle and didn’t know what to expect. I do know it was 100% engaging and a real page-turner, and though the genre warped and weaved about, I found it impossible to put down. ... The concept of the invisible ship was intriguing – as for the disappearing corpses…I was left scratching my head.  Possibly the strangest story I have ever read.  This author’s imagination must have been on steroids when he wrote it as his ideas bounced in several directions. For me the ending was a little abrupt as I wanted the story to keep going.In all, a very well written and edited book. It certainly held my interest."  4-Star Review for Sailors Take Warning
"Mostly believable story about sailors goings on in Olongapo City.  A couple of small literary license items but that just makes the story more interesting.  All in all, a good short story."  4-Star Review for Back to the Philippines
"Well written and realistic short story about an aircraft incident aboard an aircraft carrier. Excellent descriptions of the people, the situation, and the equipment."  5-Star Review for Sixty-Four Days
"As a former sailor on an attack carrier (CVA-64) serving on Yankee Station in the Tonkin Gulf I enjoyed the book...brought back the memories of how hazardous our duty was back in the day." 5-Star Review for Sixty-Four Days
"Well written and realistic short story about an aircraft incident aboard an aircraft carrier. Excellent descriptions of the people, the situation, and the equipment."  5-Star Review for Sixty-Four Days
"While the life of a seaman serving on a massive USS aircraft may seems exciting, cruising the seas and occasionally stopping at exotic ports around the world, the fact that many US servicemen spend most, if not all of their time working below deck not seeing the light for day for weeks or even months, is unbelievable. They are not only deprived of sunlight but also female company hence when they enter port many of the sailors have only one thing on their mind.  From excited not-a-care-in-the-world teenagers with their life ahead of them, the Navy (in this account anyway) turns these boys into sex-starved smoke and drink addicts.  While written as a fiction story, SAILOR'S DELIGHT reads like the autobiography of one sailor whose sense and sensibility has been screwed by the work he does, the dangers he faces and the tragic loss of a mate’s life that is literally torn to pieces in front of him.  Battling his demons, Chris Marlow is weighed down with recurring thoughts that he self-medicates with alcohol, gluttony and false bravado. As a result he suffers physical complaints that deliver him to a hospital facility off the ship.  Two weeks of investigations and R&R return the young man to the semblance of what he should be."  4-Star Review for Sailors Delight

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Thursday, August 9, 2018

HORROR ON THE HIGH SEAS

SAILORS TAKE WARNING

From August 13 to 17


The aircraft carrier Nimitz steams toward the equator where her crew of 5,000 women and men will hold an ancient hazing ritual, but something is wrong aboard the ship.

Bodies have turned up missing from the morgue and several jets have been sabotaged on the flight deck. 

Can first-responder Kate Conrad and deckhand Terrance McDaniels figure out what's wrong before the ship crosses the Golden Line? And if they do, will their superior officers listen to them and prevent a disaster at sea?


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Free on Amazon from Aug 13 to 17


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Malcolm Torres is the author of original Sea Stories and Nautical Novels.





Monday, August 6, 2018

August 2018 is Sea Story Summer Reading Month

 Back to the Philippines is free on Amazon Kindle from August 6 to 10

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BACK TO THE PHILIPPINES
A Sea Story
By Malcolm Torres

After ten weeks of strenuous labor under a blazing tropical sun, Pat’s skin was tanned, his muscled toned.  He kept pace with a stampede of sailors crossing Shit River Bridge.  Pat glanced aside and saw the Filipino children standing in wooden canoes, begging for pesos and US coins.  He flipped a quarter and watched as several brown bodies plunged into the sewage after it.  Rumor had it that you’d be quarantined to the medical department and given 26 injections before they let you leave the country, including the dreaded square needle in the left nut, if you fell in Shit River.

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These two sea stories are always free on all eReaders:




Malcolm Torres is the author of original sea stories and nautical novels.


Thursday, August 2, 2018

Summer Reading Sea Adventure

Free Sea Story on Amazon Kindle Every Week in August

August is Sea Story Summer reading month.  Check my Amazon author page every week in August for a free sea story.  All I'm asking in return is for you to post an honest review on each story you read.  Reviews can be as short and simple as a few word of praise.  All the stories in the Sea Adventure Collection are free, and so are my novels, Sailors Take Warning, The Pirate and Sailors Delight.  Smooth sailing and happy reading, shipmates.



From July 30th to Aug 3rd SHARK TOOTH ROSARY is free on Amazon. 

Description:  Christopher Marlow spends his free time in the ship's library flipping through a book entitled The Geography of the Philippines. The glossy pictures of tropical beaches, rice paddies and erupting volcanoes makes him daydream about taking a grand adventure when his ship reaches it's next port of call, Subic Bay, in the Republic of the Philippines. When the ship finally drops anchor, he heads for the bus station, determined to discover the mysteries of the Orient for himself. There's only one small problem . . . in order to get to the bus station, he has to walk past a mile-long strip of bars and cathouses.


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Shark Tooth Rosary
Free on Amazon From July 30 to August 3


From August 6th to the 10th BACK TO THE PHILIPPINES is free on Amazon. 

Description:  Pat arrives in Subic Bay, Republic of the Philippines, after ten weeks at sea. Rather than head to the bars with his shipmates, Pat has a plan, one that will earn him thousands of dollars.


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Back to the Philippines
Free on Amazon from August 6 to 10




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