![]() This guy collected so many T-shirts from the different ports that you could barely push open the door to his quarters. Another demanded to be called Polar Bear when we sailed toward the North Pole and Penguin when we went toward the South Pole. ![]() One guy wore half a mustache for an entire three-month trip. I’ve served under an old-salt captain named Port-and-Starboard Peterson who in fog as thick as pea soup would refuse to use radar because it would hypnotize you into crashing into another ship. But you do have your share of eccentrics among the rest of the crew, too. Not one, except for my brother-in-law, Dave. I’m convinced there are very few normal, well-adjusted cooks in the entire U.S. Jodie never visited my house.īut I’m not going to lie, some sailors just start out crazy-especially the cooks. ![]() Every time I heard about Jodie it made me feel more thankful that I had Andrea at home. It happens to some sailors over and over again. Guys get home and their apartment is cleaned out, their bank balance reads zero, and their fiancée is gone without leaving a note. ![]() Jodie’s going to be sitting on your couch when you arrive home, asking, “Who are you?” When a guy calls his wife and she doesn’t answer, we tell him, “She’s out with Jodie.” As much as we joke about it, Jodie is all too real. He’s eating your food, driving your car, chugging your beer. Jodie’s the guy who’s at home screwing your wife while you’re out on a ship. Merchant mariners always talk about Jodie. ![]()
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