As the Admiral Orders
By Jill I. Collins
Lee Crane and his executive officer, Chip Morton,
gaped in mouth-hanging-open shock at their commanding officer, Admiral Harriman
Nelson, sitting across from them at his desk. The two young officers turned
their heads slowly to look at each other. Lee shuddered slightly as Chip gulped
nervously. Together they faced Nelson again.
ABegging the Admiral=s pardon,
sir.@ The dark-haired skipper of the famous Seaview cocked
his head slightly. AWould you clarify the assignment, please?@
Nelson leaned back, his face beaming with humor. After
pulling at his right ear, his hand rose questioningly. AWhat is there to clarify, Lee? Seems
pretty straight forward to me.@
ABut, but, butÿ@ The normally controlled XO
stammered before stopping to clear his throat. Continuing in a more restrained
voice, Morton pushed forward. AAdmiral, sir, you really can=t be serious?@
AI have never been more serious, Chip. This is great
P.R. The Institute has been honored and respected for years, but to the public,
it is still something of an enigma hidden behind high fences
and immense security.@ The Admiral stood and moved to the large picture
window to survey his realm. The two officers shifted in their chairs as their
eyes followed him. AThis will put a more human face on NIMR.@
ABut the tours do that, sir.@ Morton, ever the pragmatist, ventured. AOur visitation has increased significantly over the
years. The gift shop can=t keep up with the demand for
NIMR logo items.@
AYes, yes, I give you that, Chip.@ The Admiral returned to perch on the edge of the
desk. ABut this, this is national television. The Institute
will receive more coverage for a few days of your time than all the tours since
it opened.@
ABut, Admiral, really. Don=t you think you=re
asking a great deal from us? After all, this intrudes into our personal life.@ Lee rubbed the back of his hand as he tried to reason
with his superior. AYou can=t ask us
to give up our privacy, sir.@
AI=m not
asking you to do that, Lee. Okay,
okay.@ Nelson held up his hand to forestall his rebuttal. AMaybe just a little, but it will be invaluable to us, andÿ@
A little ashamed at hitting below the belt, he played his trump card, Aÿthe production company will donate the net proceeds to
St. Lucius= Children=s
Research Hospital.@
Crane and Morton looked at each other, their faces
unreadable. NIMR=s personnel, especially Seaview=s crew, had adopted the hospital two years ago when
Lt. Brice=s one-year old daughter was diagnosed with a rare form
of cancer. Little Amy=s valiant fight against a horrible disease touched
everyone. Subsequently, NIMR=s employees had not only donated financially but also
thousands of volunteer hours to the hospital. They organized fund-raisers, from
bake sales to car washes to rummage sales. Nelson himself, with the help of his
sister Edith, had hosted a large gala at his palatial estate, raising over $700,000. Amy=s death
only six months earlier had fortified their resolve to do all they could to
further the hospital=s research.
Morton sighed resignedly as Lee closed his eyes
briefly in defeat. Both officers sagged in their chairs. The captain, on behalf
of his XO and himself, reluctantly conceded to the higher authority. AOkay, Admiral. What do we have to do?@
~
After magnanimously accepting their capitulation,
Nelson had made a call to set up an immediate meeting with representatives from
the production company. There was down time now, but Seaview was scheduled to
head for the South Pacific in less than five weeks.
As he waited for the impending meeting, he kept busy
reviewing the blueprints of the circuitry room refit scheduled for Seaview.
Tapping his pen on the desktop, Nelson scrunched up his nose as he tried to
follow the intricate lines of the proposed electrical modifications. Feeling a
headache developing behind his eyes, he massaged his left temple, jumping when
the door to the conference room opened and Angie, his administrative assistant,
stuck her head in.
The pretty brunette smiled contritely. AI=m sorry, Admiral, but Lee and Chip are waiting. The
front gate just called and the TV people are on their way up.@
With unexpressed relief, Nelson sat his work aside. He
rose and crossed the room to join her. Angie stood aside to allow him to enter.
Closing the door, the pretty and incredibly efficient brunette walked to the
room=s public access and exited. Crane and Morton stood
near the large rectangular table talking quietly as the XO poured coffee from a
silver carafe. Lee lifted a cup and handed it to the Admiral who accepted it
with a nod. Settling down at the head of the table, he motioned for the
officers to take their normal places. Within a few minutes, the door reopened
and Angie ushered in a man and woman, both dressed in formal business attire.
Seaview=s senior
staff rose to its collective feet. Admiral Nelson moved around the table.
Reaching out, he welcomed them with a handshake and smile. AMr. Morrison and Ms.Thompson, I presume?@ The two executives smiled respectfully at the humor.
The Admiral motioned to his men. AMay I
introduce Commander Lee Crane and Lt. Commander Chip Morton.@ The men nodded courteously as Nelson directed
everyone to sit. Settled in position, Nelson politely asked them, AWould you like some coffee?@
After she served their guests, Angie settled next to
the Admiral to take minutes. With the amenities out of the way, Nelson started
the ball rolling. AAs I have told you, my officers have agreed to
participate in your program. The Institute=s
attorney and financial manager will handle all the necessary legal
arrangements. We are here to iron out the roles of the Captain and Mr. Morton.@
Dan Morrison nodded at his companion, Sheila Thompson,
who sat forward expectantly. AAdmiral, I can guarantee that your episode will be the
highest rated Trading Spaces since we went on the air.@ Reaching into her briefcase, she pulled out a file
and laid it open before her. AThe designers will be Genevieve Gorder and Hildi
Santos Tomas, with Amy Wynn Paster as carpenter. I must admit, it was difficult
to make the final selection for the show. All the designers wanted the
assignment.@ Turning to the silent commanders, she smiled
invitingly at them.
Admiral Nelson fought back his grin. He had been
studying his men since Thompson had begun speaking. Neither displayed any
outward emotion, but the admiral could easily detect their discomfort. Lee sat
back leisurely, only the twisting of his ring suggesting his true feelings.
Chip, the ever enigmatic exec, sat rigid and stoic next to his skipper, a
slight twitching along the jaw line revealing his disapproval.
AHrmmf!@ Nelson=s subtle
clearing of his throat snapped Crane out of his sulking.
Smiling slightly, Lee nodded at the female executive. AThat=s very
flattering, Ms. Thompson.@
ASheila, please.@
AOh, Sheila, yes.@
Glancing briefly at a non-responsive Morton, Lee leaned forward. AMr. Morton and I are honored that you have such faith
in us. Isn=t that so, Chip?@
Chip=s jaw clenched fleetingly before a forced smile came
to his lips. AYes, it is an honor, Ms. Thompson.@
Morrison frowned at his companion, nudging her under
the table. Sheila started slightly, her cheeks burning. AYes, of course.@
Clearing her throat, she pulled a piece of paper from the file. AWe have the dates lined up. You have such a full
schedule, it=s a wonder you could fit us in.@
Admiral Nelson took a drink of his coffee. AThe sub is being refitted and will be down for a few
weeks. It was lucky you came to us at
this time.@
AAin=t we
just so lucky?@
Chip=s muttered words, meant only for his friend, reached Crane=s
ears just as he took a sip of coffee. Sputtering slightly, he grabbed a napkin
and dabbed at his mouth. He apologized. ASorry. Went down the wrong pipe.@ He shot
a look at his exec only to be ignored by the blond officer who sat staring at
the two visitors, a closely controlled half grin on his lips.
Thompson smiled understandingly. AYes, of course, anyway, we just need to decide on the
rooms to be redecorated. Gary and I have discussed it and felt perhaps the
bedrooms B@
AAbsolutely not!@ Chip
finally broke his silence in a big way. Though his voice was controlled and at
a normal level, there was no doubt of his feelings. The others jumped, startled
by his declaration. The XO sat determined, his arms crossed over his chest.
ABut, Commander Morton, the audience would love B@
ANo!@
Admiral Nelson cleared his throat, displeased by the
outburst, but he knew his executive officer would not budge. AMs. Thompson, Mr. Morrison, perhaps their bedrooms are
too personal. My officers are very private people. Only their desire to support
St. Lucius convinced them to participate.@
Morrison and Thompson looked at each other, obviously
disappointed. Nodding briefly, Sheila reluctantly agreed. APerhaps you=re right, Admiral. Maybe the kitchen?@
Lee snorted. AKitchen?
What=s that?@
Laughing, he leaned over the table. AForgive
me, Ms. ThompÿI mean, Sheila. Chip isn=t a bad
short order cook, but I really don=t do
much in the kitchen except nuke a frozen dinner once in a while.@ Glancing briefly at Morton, he made a suggestion. AHow about the living room? Outside
of the bedroom, it=s about
the only other room that gets much attention from either of us.@ He flashed his famous knock->em-dead smile.
Nodding happily, the two television executives leaned
back in their chairs. AThat=s
perfect, Captain.@ Morrison smiled broadly. ALogistically, it will be a piece of cake. You live in
the same development along the beach, isn=t that
correct?@ Nelson and his two officers nodded in the
affirmative. AGood. We can set up the carpentry tent in between.
Now, I think that is about all. As you said, Admiral, legal matters will be
ironed out by the proper authorities while we go ahead and arrange the bread
and butter part of the project.@
Ms. Thompson smoothed her blazer as she gazed across
the table. AWho will you be teamed with, Captain? I=m sure the audience would love to see you with your
current lady friends. Ummm?@
Feeling Chip tense up even more, Crane moved to
prevent another outburst. ANo, Sheila, I=m sorry,
but once again, that would be far too personal. No, we=ll pull a couple of men from the crew.@
Resigned, Sheila Thompson nodded sadly. AFine, fine.@ Glancing at Morrison, she closed her file. AWell, then I think that is about it for now. We=ll get our end of things pulled together. All we need
from you is two days of your time.@
Standing, she brought the men to their feet AGentlemen, I can only say I wish, at this moment, I
was an interior designer. But sadly, I=m color
blind and would be miserable at it. But I might be on hand during the taping,
depending on my schedule.@
Morrison winced slightly. ANot if I have any say, Sheila.@ His jealous thoughts burned in his eyes. Lee and Chip
glanced at each other with knowing smiles.
Admiral Nelson moved to stand next to the young woman.
AThank you both for giving us your time today. Just let
me know the next step and Captain Crane and Commander Morton will be at your
disposal.@
Sheila Thompson smiled coyly at the two young
officers. ADon=t I wish.@ Her
murmured words were almost inaudible.
AI beg your pardon?@
ANothing, Admiral, just clearing my
throat.@ Picking up her briefcase, she held out her hand. AI want to say thank you, again, Admiral. We are all
looking forward to the taping. It is going to make one hell of a show.@
~
Two weeks later, Crane and Morton had their first
interview for the upcoming program. Each sat in his respective living room as
the hostess, Paige Davis, asked the typical questions: what would you like to
see done; what wouldn=t you like to see done, etc. Unfortunately, the day
both dreaded arrived B the two-day remodeling. Seaview=s captain and executive officer had chosen the seaman
with which each had a good working relationship: Crane with Kowalski and Morton
with Patterson.
At 0800 on the eventful day, the four men stood under
the early morning sun, dressed in t-shirts, shorts and tennis shoes. The color
of the smocks they wore indicated their teams: Crane and Ski in blue with Chip
and Pat in orange.
Flanking Paige as she began her introduction and pep
talk before the camera, the two teams waited patiently, relaxed even in the
face of public scrutiny. The exuberant young woman had won over the officers,
while totally entrancing the seamen. As she traded keys to begin the
proceedings, the brilliance of their smiles challenged the bright summer sun.
Separating, Blue and Orange headed to their targets.
Crane and Ski skipped through the front door of Chip=s home to be greeted by Genevieve just as Chip and Pat
met with Hildi. The cameras, already rolling, began to chronicle the adventures
of Seaview=s officers and men.
~
Hildi Santos Tomas, a pretty brunette interior
designer, welcomed her helpmates warmly. Dressed in black stretch pants and
short-sleeved top, she accented the darkness of her clothing with a radiant
smile AGood morning, Chip, Pat. What do you see us doing
here?@
Chip glanced at Pat before responding. AMore furniture. It=s
pretty sparse in here.@
Hildi nodded, AAnd the
color?@
Chip pursed his lips. AWell, I
like the color. I don=t see any need B@
AEverything is white, Chip. Don=t you think there should be more color?@
He shrugged indifferently, AMaybe in the cushionsÿmaybe.@
AHmmm.@ Hildi smiled wisely. AWell,
let=s just clear this room, and then we can talk color.@ Clapping her
hands, the threesome began to lift and carry.
Three blocks away, the very same scene was being
played out by the Blue Team. Genevieve Gorder, barefooted and wearing navy
slacks and shirt with her shoulder length blond hair topped by a cowboy hat,
sat crossed legged on the ottoman. AOkay,
gang, what would you like to do to this room?@
A wide grin lit up his face as Lee looked around. AWell, maybe more shelves. He has way too many books
for the ones he has. Maybe a few more pillows.@
AHow about color? Perhaps brighten up the walls?@
Lee scrunched up his face. AWell, Chip=s not
much for color. He prefers neutrals.@
AWell, I think he needs color, so let=s get this place cleared and then discuss exactly how
colorful we are going to make it.@
The room was quickly emptied, the painting tarp spread
over the wooden floor. Genevieve had gathered her paint samples in the center,
and the Blue Team sat around them, waiting. The blonde designer pried open the
first can, revealing a soft oatmeal color. AThis
will be for the ceiling and three walls. And this oneÿ@ She pried off the second top
to reveal a bright red, Aÿwill be for the wall with the fireplace.@
Lee stared nervously at the second can. AAh, Chip really doesn=t like
red. As a matter of fact, he specifically told me not to allow anything to be
painted red.@
The interior designer reached behind her and pulled
out a beautiful multi-colored retro-design fabric. AThis is my inspiration for the room. I want this space
to be like the fabric - understated but with pop B not
only the oatmeal color but red, green, gold and smaller bits of blue.@
Noticing Crane was shaking his head, she laid her hand
on his knee. AIt will work. Trust me. The red will be only on one
wall. The rest B
oatmeal, very neutral and crisp with this fabric and a couple of other accent
pieces to jazz up the place.@
AIt won=t match his furniture.@
AThe sofa and loveseat will be recovered with the
fabric, and his navy blue recliner will match perfectly. You wanted more
shelving, didn=t you? We=re
going to make shelving units to flank the fireplace, as well as a new and
larger coffee table.@
Ski spoke up. AWhat
about the fireplace? You going to paint it, too?@
Genevieve looked over her shoulder at the hearth with
its sand and brown bricks. ANo, it=s perfect. The bookshelves around it will be the added
punch of color needed.@
Lee chewed his lower lip as he stared into the red
paint can, shaking his head.
Genevieve screwed her head down and into his line of
sight. AHow about it, Lee? Trust me. It will work.@
Crane scratched the back of his neck before shrugging.
AI guess, maybe.@ He
failed to notice Ski=s look of incredulous disbelief.
AAh, Skipper, you sure? I mean, Mr. Morton, he=sÿwellÿhe=s B@
AYa, ya, Ski, I know, but I think it just might work.
He does need more color in his life, even if he doesn=t think so. And who best but his captain to see that
he gets it! Yes, this will work.@
Ski could only shake his head and mumble his support,
all the while almost certain that Mr. Morton wouldn=t see it the same way as the skipper
In Crane=s house,
the identical scenario was taking place but with different results. Hildi
unveiled her first color selection - a deep sea green - followed by two accent
colors of light chocolate and beige.
AThe green will be the walls and the furniture being
built by Amy Wynn. We=re
going to add a couple of matching chairs and a new coffee table. The
fireplace will be painted the chocolate brown with beige for the moldings.@
ALee hates green, Hildi. You have to pick something
else.@
AWait, this is the fabric I=m matching. It will cover the sofa. The stripes are
the sea green we want to bring out with snatches of the brown and beige.@
Chip reached for the material and studied it briefly
before smiling patiently. AThe fabric is beautiful, Hildi, but the green has to
go. If you want to match anything, why not match the smaller stripes of blue?
The two neutral colors will still go with it.@
Hildi shook her head. ANo,
Chip, this will work. The green won=t B@
AThe green won=t do anything because it is not going to be used. I=m sorry, Hildi, but Lee really, really hates green.
You are going to have to pick something else.@
The brunette leaned back on her heels and stared at
the XO. Chip, his arms crossed over his chest, merely looked back. Shifting her
eyes to Pat, she raised an eyebrow and received a warning nod from the seaman.
Pursing her lips, she made one more attempt to dissuade the officer.
AI see your point, Chip, but it will work with the
accents and fabricÿ@ Her voice trailed off as she
found herself being stared down. AOkay,
but this will set us back and we only have two days.@
APat and I will start taping the walls while you go for
the new paint. And it won=t put us behind. That I can promise
you.@ He smiled warmly trying to soften her disappointment.
Melting slightly, Hildi replaced the lid on the green
paint and stood. AOkay, guys. Start taping, and
I will go get different paint.@
~
Lee felt the paint drip on the rim of the hat he had
found in the closet. His first attempt at painting the ceiling without
protection had threatened to turn his dark black hair into a mass of spotted
curls. He just hoped Chip wouldn=t mind a
few oatmeal colored dots on his Cubs baseball cap.
Behind him, he heard Ski call his name. ASkipper, how=s this?@
Turning he studied the taping job around the
fireplace. Nodding with a big grin, he approved. AClose
enough for government work, Ski. Now you can start painting.@
Hesitating, Kowalski shifted nervously. AAre you sure, Skipper? I mean, Mr. Morton, he might
get upset about this. I don>t want to be spending my next leave scraping the boat=s hull.@
Crane laughed lightly. ATrust
me, Ski. He=ll love
it! If not, I=ll take the heat. He can=t have the Captain scraping the hull, now can he?@
As Ski pried opened a can and stared gloomily at the
red paint, he merely shook his head and muttered, AI wouldn=t bet on
it.@
As the seaman poured the offending color into the
tray, Genevieve bounced into the room. AAmy Wynn
has the designs for the bookshelves and coffee table. Hopefully she will get
them done in time for homework tonight.@
Frowning at Crane, she checked out his hat. ALee, you
should have asked for a Trading Spaces cap before getting yours all splotchy.@ Spinning around, and grabbing a roller, she dipped it
into the red paint and did a quick crimson square on the wall. Glancing over
her shoulder, she winked at the Blue Team. AWhat a
punch!@
Laughing she merrily continued painting as Ski, his
face ashen, looked pleadingly at Crane. The skipper had removed the baseball
cap and stood staring at it. Taking a deep breath, he placed it back on his
head and raised the long-handled roller to the ceiling. Meeting Ski=s panic-filled eyes, Crane shrugged and gave a
half-heartened thumb's up. Kowalski reached for a brush and, with trembling
hand, dipped it into the paint. APermanent extra duty for life - that=s what Mr. Morton will do to me.@ As he worked, his sour thoughts turned the
crimson pigment into blood B his own.
~
Pat and Hildi had removed the old fabric covering
Crane=s large sofa. The decorator instructed the seaman in
the cutting and placement of the new material. With the last pin in place on
the back of the piece, the brunette glanced at Patterson kneeling at one end
with pins in his mouth. She leaned a hip against the sofa.
APat, one question.@ Stopping his work, the seaman removed the pins and
stared up at her. AWhat would have happened if I hadn=t backed down on the paint color?@
A wide grin lit up Patterson=s face. AWe would
still be sitting around that paint can with you trying to talk him into it, and
Mr. Morton staring you down.@
AHmmm, that=s what I thought. Stubborn guyÿ@
Pat merely nodded as he resumed pinning the fabric. AYou don=t know
the half of it, Hildi.@ He chuckled to himself as he worked.
Meanwhile, Chip and Paige were putting the second coat
of royal blue on the walls. As she added more paint to her roller, the pretty
hostess checked out the room. AWell, you did tell Hildi you wouldn=t fall behind and you meant it.@
Morton smiled shyly. AI=m afraid I upset her enough for one day. Didn=t want to completely let her
down.@
AYou don=t mind
this color? It is very bright.@
Shaking his head, he filled his roller again as he
worked. ANo. Lee loves color. That wasn=t the problem. He just hates
green. I think it reminds him of the first time he got seasick. It was his
first summer sail at the Academy. Got sicker than a dog.
Boy, was he embarrassed.@
Stopping, he looked grimly at her. ADoesn=t look good for a sailor to be seasick, ya know.@
Paige laughed. AI wouldn=t think so. How did he get over it?@
AOh, he still gets seasick. Just don=t stick up anything green around him, and he=s fine. That=s
why Seaview=s painted
grayÿwith
yellow accents.@
The hostess squinted suspiciously at the blond
officer. AYou ARE
pulling my leg B aren=t you?@
AWould I do that, Ms. Davis?@ Chip=s broad, mischievous grin answered not only her
question but his own.
AYou may be an officer but you are no gentleman, Mr.
Morton.@
~
Paige entered the carpentry tent as Amy Wynn shook a
bottle of antacids, releasing two of the chewable tablets into the palm of her
hand. Concerned, the hostess went to her friend.
AAre you all right, Amy?@
Popping the two tablets into her mouth, the
pony-tailed young woman nodded as she crunched down on the candy-flavored
antacids. She picked up the nail gun from the work table. AI=m fine,
Paige. Just a
tummy ache, that=s all.
I=m a
little tense.@
ATense? Are you that much behind?@
Setting the gun next to the large tool cabinet, she
reached for a tape measure. AThanks to the team members, I=m not behind at all. All four have been down to help. They are a handy
bunch of guys.@
Confused, Paige leaned against the table. AThen why the tension?@
Amy scratched her chin and looked askance at the tall
brown-haired girl. AWell, I=m not
really tenseÿI meanÿ@ She rubbed her hands on her jean-covered thighs. AThe guys have been sawing, and hammering, and lifting,
andÿandÿ.bending overÿ.andÿ@
Aÿandÿand? Come on, Amy.@
The carpenter threw up her hands in frustration. AIt has been hard as hell not to reach over and goose >em.@
Paige burst out laughing. Tears began to fill her eyes
as she watched her friend=s face turn a bright red.
AIt ain=t funny, Paige!@ Amy=s embarrassment had turned to anger as Paige laughed.
AI know, I know.@ The
hostess bent at the waist, her hands on her knees supporting her upper body.
Breathing in deeply several times, she finally gained control of herself.
Standing straight, she smiled softly at her friend. AI=m sorry,
Amy. I=m not laughing at you. I came
down here because I had just finished helping the Blue Team put up a new light
fixture. Lee was on the ladder while Ski held the fixture. And I was caught in
the middle. My back against Ski=s chest and my face inÿ@ She coughed briefly. AAnyway,
I needed fresh air and right away.@
Amy reached for the bottle and shook it in front of
her face. AWant a couple?@
~
Evening had finally arrived, which meant homework. The
teams had priming, painting and staining to do on the new furniture pieces as
well as touchup on the walls. Bright and early the next morning, the two
designers rejoined their teams.
Hildi carried an armful of colorful flowers and a
large cardboard tube into the kitchen where Chip and Pat sat with their coffee
and newspaper. AGood morning, good morning. Did you get everything
done?@
Both men stood. Patterson took the flowers from Hildi
as Morton handed her a cup of coffee. AEverything=s done,
Hildi. We even had time to put in
a new electrical outlet in the corner to eliminate the need for an extension
cord.@
The brunette designer scrunched up her nose. AYou qualified to do that?@
Chip laughed. AIf Pat
can re-wire the circuitry system of a nuclear submarine, I think he can put in
a simple outlet.@
Hildi grinned sheepishly. AYa, I guess. Anyway, we still have a lot to do today.
Need to finish the upholstering, curtains and pillows. But firstÿ@
Setting her cup on the counter, Hildi opened the tube
and pulled out a long cylinder. AI found
this last night in a flea market across from the hotel. I think it is just
perfect for your captain.@ She unrolled her prize and held it flat on the table,
placing weights at each corner. Morton and Patterson looked down at the poster
before them.
AWow!@
AI second that, Pat.@ Morton
smiled brightly at Hildi. AIt=s great.@
Hildi preened proudly. ACan you
imagine anything more perfect than an old submarine movie poster? And this one
is the best B The Enemy Below. What a picture!@
AIt was one of the better ones, although I prefer Run
Silent, Run Deep.@ Morton smoothed one of the edges of the paper. AWhere are you putting it?@
AJust inside the door. I picked up a black metal frame
that Amy Wynn needs to cut to size. It=s
going to look super.@
The Orange Team and its mentor gazed fondly at the
prize addition to the skipper=s room.
~
Crane yelped and put his finger in his mouth, sucking
on it. Glaring reproachfully at the cushion balanced on his lap, he reluctantly
took up the bloodthirsty needle that had pricked him three times. A sewer he
was not.
Genevieve giggled. AYou=re not very good at that, Lee.@ The dark haired sailor looked at her with his hurt puppy
dog look. The blonde stifled her merriment. AYa,
right. Why don=t you check with Amy Wynn to see if she=s ready to install the bookshelves?@
Lee=s face brightened substantially at the suggestion.
Sticking the needle in the cushion, he jumped up and bowed slightly to her. AThank you, Ma=am. I
shall repay your kindness tenfold.@
Genevieve roared as Crane rushed out. Kowalski,
sitting cross-legged at her side, smiled knowingly. He only wished he had
thought of the self-maiming way out first. He didn=t like to sew.
Crane literally ran into Amy Wynn as she came through
the door. The tool box in her hand went crashing to the floor. Seaview=s skipper grabbed her around the waist as he fought to
keep their balance.
AWhoa, Skipper. Where=s the
fire?@
ASorry, Amy. Wasn=t watching where I was going.@ He
straightened up, one hand still resting on her hip. The pretty carpenter gazed
up into the big dark eyes of her rescuer, feeling slightly lightheaded and
thinking of her nervous stomach. AI
should have brought my antacids.@
With an embarrassed cough, Crane released her and
smiled. AI guess I was in too much a hurry to escape the sewing
circle.@
Amy laughed and reached for her tool box. Lee beat her
to it and lifted it from the floor. She curtsied and responded to his
gallantry. AThank you, kind sir.@ Heading
toward the pile of crimson painted shelving, she commiserated. ASo, you don=t like
sewing?@
Crane shrugged. AI=d just as soon as have a root canal.@ Looking conspiratorially over his shoulder, he staged
whispered, ACan you keep a secret? It=s the real reason I entered the Academy. Officers don=t have to sew their own
buttons on.@
ANo! Really?@
Nodding wisely, his eyes shone with humor. ANow, Chip, he likes to sew. He has one hell of a slip
stitch. The best in any man=s navy. Said he learned it from having to repair the
sails on his family=s sloop. I=ve even
heard stories that when he was an ensign, he supplemented his meager income by
taking in sewing. But then, it is only a rumor.@
AOne he hasn=t heard, I hope.@ Amy
Wynn indicated where he could set the tool box. When he turned his back, she
pulled out a small bottle of breath freshener and quickly sprayed her mouth
before returning it to her hip pocket. Nonchalantly, she knelt down before the
box. AAnd what did you do to supplement your meager income?@
Squatting next to the box, Crane watched as Amy
removed the tools she would need to install the bookshelves. AMe? Oh, I just called home and dropped a few, subtle
hints about how destitute I was. Even having to skip meals in
the wardroom because I was strapped.@
AOh, a man of means.@ The
carpenter began measuring the location of the first shelving unit with Lee=s help. She stopped suddenly and looked at the
captain. AAnd you entered the Academy so you wouldn=t have to sew on your own buttons? Does that mean you
had to at home?@
AYup. Even though we had maid service twice a week, my Mom
and Dad felt I should be more self-reliant. I learned to wash my own clothes
easy enough. Didn=t inadvertently dye too many whites pink, but
needlework just escaped me somehow.@
AI don=t believe a word of it, Captain.@
With exaggerated shock, Crane looked at her with a
hurt expression. AWhy, Amy, you have wounded me to the core.@
AYa, right. Hand me the drill. I want to get this done
so I can go fetch my hankie.@
Laughing, Crane reached for the tool. The shelving
units went up fast, not hampered B much B by the playful banter between the Captain and the
Carpenter.
~
The Orange Team had cleared out the space to begin
setting up. The last bit to do before moving in the furniture was to hang a new
light fixture. Hildi held the functional sculpture of glass and chrome as Pat,
perched on the ladder, removed the old ceiling light and relinquished it to
Morton=s care. As the blond officer took away the old, the
dark haired decorator handed the new to Patterson. He secured the wiring and
screwed in the anchoring plate before descending the ladder. Hildi stepped back
and with arms over her team=s shoulders, smiled proudly at it.
AWhat a chandelier!@
Morton squinted slightly. AIsn=t it a little crooked?@
Hildi cocked her head before suddenly releasing her
crew and climbing the ladder. She promptly adjusted the fixture=s arms. Stepping down a couple of rungs, she jumped
the rest of the way to the floor.
ATerrific! Let=s get
this place put together@ Chuckling lightly, she headed out of the room,
motioning for her team to follow.
Chip remained unmoving. AIt=s still crooked. What do you think, Pat?@
The other man studied the object. AMaybe it=s
supposed to be, sir.@
Sighing resignedly, the officer nodded. AGuess it=s close
enough for government work.@ Hildi=s voice floated into the room from somewhere in the
house, urging her team to move it. Putting his hand on Pat=s shoulder, Morton resolved to obey. ALet=s get this over with.@
~
Amy Wynn and Genevieve hung the designer=s wall sculpture above the fireplace. The slats of
wood of varying lengths were painted oatmeal and navy blue with intervening
oak-stained accent strips. While the women finished and carried out the ladder
and tools, Crane and Ski shifted Chip=s huge
entertainment unit back into position. The new coffee table mirrored the
beautiful wood veneer of not only that piece but the floor.
Turning to move the sofa, recliner and coffee table
into the room, they were halted by Genevieve. She had carried a large roll of
carpet through the archway separating the living room and dining area and
leaned it against the door frame. With one foot, she kicked the carpet over and
unrolled it, introducing the surprise addition with great pride. AOne more
punch of color for the room.@
With foreboding, the men stared at the large oval area
rug. A broad border of oatmeal framed an elliptical center of bright crimson.
This was not good for their future survival, even Lee knew that. Resigned to
the inevitable, they helped lay the rug in preparation for completing the room.
~
The time of reckoning had come. Paige Davis maneuvered
Crane and Kowalski into the corner of Lee=s living
room to get the full impact of the new décor. Their eyes firmly shut, the men
shifted nervously.
ALee, are you ready to see your new space?@ Receiving a hesitant nod, her smile broadened. AOkay, open your eyes.@
The Skipper and Ski stared wondrously at the
transformation. The royal blue walls shone brightly; flickering candles
reflected the hue back into the room. The men turned slowly around and marveled
at the change.
AThis is great, Paige.@ Lee=s grin was breathtaking, and Paige hung onto Ski=s arm for support. AI never
imagined it would look like thÿ@ Catching sight of the movie poster, he sucked in his
breath. AWow, that=s
terrific! I=ve always wanted a copy of that poster.@
AWell, you got one now, Skipper.@
AThis is really great, Paige.@ Crane pulled her to him and kissed her gently on the
forehead.
Having a little difficulty catching her breath, the
hostess remained leaning against his arm. Clearing her throat which had gone
very dry, she finally composed herself. AI=m so glad you like it. Now, let=s see how Chip likes his.@
Ski and Crane exchanged worried glances as Paige
headed out the door and to the other house.
~
Paige had positioned Morton and Patterson just inside
the front door. Her arms through theirs, she swayed back and forth as she
prepared for the unveiling.
AThis is it, guys. Open your eyes.@
She heard Pat=s gasp
and glanced at him. His eyes were wide, and when he turned to her, she saw
concern bordering on hysteria before he shifted his gaze to the man beside her.
Following his stare, Paige turned to Seaview=s
Executive Officer.
Morton stood rigid, his face a solid granite façade.
His jaw clenched tightly, threatening to lock in place. With a Herculean
effort, he shifted his attention to the hostess, forcing a small smile to his
lips. AWhere=s Lee, Paige?@
AAh, ahÿ@ She glanced nervously at Pat
only to find he had slithered behind her. Coughing roughly, she broadened her
frozen smile. AHe=s around, but what do B@
Kowalski peaked hesitantly around the corner of the
archway separating the two main rooms. Pat, seeing his best friend, frantically
motioned him away, but Morton, catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye,
barked out. AKowalski!@
The senior seaman reluctantly entered the living room.
Glancing over his shoulder, he frowned worriedly as he noticed he was alone. No
matter his fondness for the young captain, he had no intension of facing the XO
alone and without backup. He called out. ASkipper, you coming?@
Crane shuffled slowly around the corner, looking
daggers at Ski for his betrayal. Recovering quickly, he beamed happily at his
friend and fellow officer. AWell, what do you think, Chip? I think it=s pretty amazing myself.@ He put
his hand to his chest modestly.
Unimpressed, Morton smiled respectfully at Paige as he
moved to stand in front of his superior officer. Crane took an involuntary
half-step back. With a sick grin, he pulled himself up and decided a good
offense was better than a cringing defense.
AWell, Chip, how do you like it?@ Gesturing grandly, Lee began to point out all the
wonderful, to him, improvements. Turning his head back, he found his nose
nearly touching Morton=s.
AIt=s red,
Lee.@ Chip growled at him.
AYa, I know, but look at the book B@
AIt=s red,
Lee.@
AOkay, you said that, but B@
AIt=s red,
Lee.@
Putting his hands on his hips, Crane huffed back. ASo it=s red. Get over it!@
Morton straightened his back, his lips becoming a thin
line in his features as his jaws clenched even tighter. AI made it clear I didn=t want
red, just as you made it clear you didn=t want
green. Is there green in your house, Lee?@ Before
Lee could answer, Chip shook his head. AOf course not. And why is that? Because I refused to allow Hildi to use the sea green
paint she had chosen, that=s why, Lee.@ The XO
moved closer forcing his Skipper to back up against the wall. AAnd why did I not let her use green, Lee? Because I respected your desires, that=s
why, Lee.@
As Morton attacked, Ski and Pat had also backed up so
Paige was firmly between them and the enemy. The hostess nervously looked for
the seamen only to find them behind her. Sputtering, she leaned toward them. AHey, it ain=t
gentlemanly to hide behind a woman!@
ADon=t worry, Paige. Mr. Morton wouldn=t think of being impolite to
a lady.@ Ski looked at Pat. ABut he isn=t that
considerate with us underlings.@
Crane put his hands on Morton=s chest in a gesture of peace. ANow, Chip, I know you don=t like red, but I thought B@
ANo, you didn=t think,
Lee.@
ANow, Chip B@
AWell, isn=t this
attractive. As nice as Lee=s
place.@ The Admiral=s deep
voice echoed from the dining room. AI really
do like the fabric and the wall color, Chip. You both reallyÿ@ His words faltered as he moved further into the room
and spotted the red wall. His eyes traveled around the room, coming to rest on
the crimson floor rug. AOh, my.@ Turning
to his beleaguered captain, his features grew stern as he admonished him. ALee, what possessed you to get Chip pissed off right
before a long voyage?@
AAbba, abbaÿ@ Lee slammed to a halt, finding his tongue unable to
work properly. Swallowing painfully, he grimaced. AI thought it would work.@ His
words were almost too low to hear.
AWork!@ Chip pushed even closer. AHow could you have thought B@
The Admiral placed a hand on his executive officer=s arm. AAt ease,
Commander, and that is an order.@ His
words, though low and soft, carried a firm warning.
Morton backed away, his face reddening in
embarrassment. He looked apologetically at Paige pressed up against Ski and Pat
who were holding her protectively by the arms. AI=m sorry, Paige. I didn=t mean B@
The hostess sighed and rushed to take his hand. ADon=t worry, Chip. Unfortunately, there have been other
times when I have had to deal with unhappy team members.@ Smiling broadly, she flicked her finger under his
chin. AAlthough this is the first time I came near witnessing
a murder.@
Chip laughed contritely. The back of his hand brushed
the side of her face briefly. AI wouldn=t have
murdered him, Paige. Just maimed him a little, and out of camera range.@ He leaned toward her and whispered, ANo video evidence, you know.@
Nelson appeared at her side and tucked her arm under
his, holding her hand as it lay on his forearm. AThe
Institute thanks you for your time and energy to raise money for the research
hospital. And, as for this little scene, I=m sure
it will be edited out.@ Looking over his shoulder at the camera, he frowned
speculatively.
AOf course, Admiral. But in order to edit it out, we need something to
replace it with.@ Paige motioned to the two officers. ACome on you two. Let=s give a
great Trading Spaces send-off!@
Crane and Morton had the good grace to blush as they
flanked their hostess as Nelson moved out of camera range. Paige waved him back
but he merely shook his head. Paige shrugged and took the arms of Lee and Chip
as Ski and Pat stood behind them.
AWell, that ends another Trading Spaces. One happy
camper and ÿ@ Clearing her throat, her smile became a little
crooked, Aÿone definitely seeing red.@ Morton winced and shook his head critically. Paige laughed, her voice breaking up. AI want to thank our worker bees, Captain Lee Crane and
Executive Officer Chip Morton and Seamen Kowalski and Patterson of the famous
submarine, Seaview. And a great big thank you to Admiral
Harriman Nelson and the Nelson Institute of Marine Research for making this
possible. It all benefits St. Lucius=
Children=s Research Hospital in Santa Barbara.@
Tightening her grip on Lee and Chip, her face
lightened even more. ASo let=s bid everyone a fond adieu. Gentlemen?@ Ski and Pat beamed happily as they waved behind the
heads of their officers. Slightly embarrassed, the Skipper and Mr. Morton
raised their hands tentatively and followed suit.
AOkay, cut!@ The
cameraman looked up from his equipment and signed that it was all over and
done.
Admiral Nelson sighed in relief. Walking to Paige, he
grabbed her hand. AAnd now, there=s a beach party waiting down by Lee=s place.
And, one thing NIMR can do very well is throw a great party.@ Glancing at his men, he squinted at his officers. AAs for you two, get going andÿ@ The Skipper and XO waited nervously. Aÿplay nice. That=s
an order.@
Lee and Chip studied each other briefly before turning
toward the rear door and the beach. Chip=s voice
carried back to the front of the house as the two friends left for the party.
AYou and Ski will be getting rid of that red paint
tomorrow, Lee.@
ATomorrow? We have the day off to rest up, you know that.@
AWhat I know is that you will be spending one more
night here while I enjoy sleeping in late at your place.@
ACome on, Chip. We can get some of the crew and have it
done in no time. It doesn=t B@
AYou can=t be
planning on pulling some of the crew off leave just because you can>t say no to a pretty face?@
A short silence followed before Crane=s voice was heard, this time too far away to make out
the words. Chip=s emphatic >no= did carry back to the house. Pat and Ski, who had
hesitated at the door, looked at each other.
AYou will help me paint, won=t you, Pat?@ Ski
pleaded.
ANo way, Bud. You are in this alone.@
AHey, how was I supposed to stop the Skipper? Huh?@
AI don=t know, but I ain=t going
to give up my day off.@
ASome friend.@ Ski=s voice was still grouching as it faded away down the
beach.
Paige and Nelson had suppressed their laughter so they
could follow the arguments. Once the voices had become unintelligible, they
roared, hanging on to each other as they proceeded to join the party.
AAdmiral, are they always like this?@
AOnly off duty. Chip would never be so insubordinate
otherwise. He has a more effective way of making Lee pay for his - how should I
put it - transgressions. The upcoming cruise is going to be a long one for my
captain.@
As they walked through the sand toward the music and
laughter down the beach, they enjoyed the beauty of the early evening horizon.
Paige sighed contentedly. AIt is really beautiful here, Admiral. That must be one
of the reasons you settled in Santa Barbara.@
AThat and the deep channels along the
coast. Essential for a submarine,
you know.@
Laughing, the pretty hostess nodded. AYa, I would image a submarine does
work best in deep water.@
AMost definitely.@
Hesitating slightly, Paige chewed her lower lip before
asking Nelson. AYou really like what was done at Lee=s place?@
AVery much, and Chip=s was
well done, too, except for the red paint. Too bad Lee has a problem saying no
to a pretty lady.@
AChip doesn=t seem to have that problem.@
Nelson snorted. AChip
would say no to the President if warranted. Politely, of
course.@
AAnd to you?@
The Admiral laughed. AHis no=s to me are more subtle, and
at times fairly sneaky.@
AHow so?@
AHe sics Chief Sharkey on me. The chief can annoy me
out of practically anything. Except if my curiosity is up. Then nothing will
stop me.@
ASo, the show meets with your approval?@
AAs the saying goes, close enough for government work.
And since NIMR, Seaview and her officers are sometimes called upon by
Washington, it=s completely satisfactory B once the red is gone.@
AI=m glad.@ Paige rested her head on the Admiral=s shoulder and sighed. AIf only
I wasn=t marriedÿ@
Nelson=s laughter echoed along the beach as the couple closed
in on the party. And, true to the Admiral=s
promise, it was one hell of a party.