Maybe a little bittersweet, with the look towards Norfolk in the not too distant future, but routine. "Support in the Gulf with the Abraham Lincoln."
Faintly newsworthy, having two carriers in the same waters, but no more so than a few years ago. "Some action off Somalia, but no surprises. You know the drill."
The Enterprise has been home for longer than most of her apartments, and that's how she likes it. Sure, it's nice to be in Pearl for a while, good to see Steve, a luxury to be on land, but there's a lot of affection in her voice for an old warship, that sometimes gets strange looks from people who aren't part of the life.
She leans back in the chair, basking without shame in the fall of sunshine. "Had some downtime in Jebel Ali. I may have picked up a trinket or two." Bright and pleased, maybe a little teasing, watching him with the same warmth that's filling up the dining room. He looks the same as ever. Maybe not so sharp around the edges, maybe a little more gray in his hair, but she knows the tattoos hidden under those shirt sleeves, and the way he holds himself, and it's all the same, even if they're both so much older, now.
It seems like those days in port, finding tiny restaurants that more often than not got left before the food even arrived, wandering streets and attempting to trade with natives and languages nothing like their own are decades ago, sometimes.
"How about you? This last week aside, I mean. Everything still going well with Five-0? Any celebrity catches I should be impressed by?"
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Maybe a little bittersweet, with the look towards Norfolk in the not too distant future, but routine. "Support in the Gulf with the Abraham Lincoln."
Faintly newsworthy, having two carriers in the same waters, but no more so than a few years ago. "Some action off Somalia, but no surprises. You know the drill."
The Enterprise has been home for longer than most of her apartments, and that's how she likes it. Sure, it's nice to be in Pearl for a while, good to see Steve, a luxury to be on land, but there's a lot of affection in her voice for an old warship, that sometimes gets strange looks from people who aren't part of the life.
She leans back in the chair, basking without shame in the fall of sunshine. "Had some downtime in Jebel Ali. I may have picked up a trinket or two." Bright and pleased, maybe a little teasing, watching him with the same warmth that's filling up the dining room. He looks the same as ever. Maybe not so sharp around the edges, maybe a little more gray in his hair, but she knows the tattoos hidden under those shirt sleeves, and the way he holds himself, and it's all the same, even if they're both so much older, now.
It seems like those days in port, finding tiny restaurants that more often than not got left before the food even arrived, wandering streets and attempting to trade with natives and languages nothing like their own are decades ago, sometimes.
"How about you? This last week aside, I mean. Everything still going well with Five-0? Any celebrity catches I should be impressed by?"