They Know

They're at it again. We can hear then down there in his cabin. They think no one knows what they do in there. They think that we believe that it's just a watch report that's going on.

It's not. They're fucking each other. They play at being in love, but all they're doing is fucking. Every day, every watch. They're at it.

Officers. Rank hath its privilege. That's what they say.

They forget to close the skylight and we can hear them going at it. Later they're up on deck, as normal as pie. Cool as cucumbers.

The Admiralty knows.

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