Lasting Image
A short vinyette by Carol
Foss
Author’s note: this
vinyette takes place just after ‘Eleven Days to Zero’
The photograph almost burned in his hand. It had been
taken by the newly installed security cameras placed about inside the sub. They
were to have placed exterior ones next month. It just wasn’t fair. None of it
was fair.
“Ski, quit your daydreamin’ “ Chief Jones said, irritated, “ go take that new
thingimibog of the Admiral’s to the
boat.”
“The new toy Captain Phillips talked him into
getting when they...” he let the question drop, “shit.”
“What’s that you got
there?”Jones asked. “A new girlfriend?”
“No,” Ski said, anger
growing, “here.”
“Sorry, Ski, I didn’t
realize...”
“It must have been the last
picture taken of him alive...I was getting the scoop about our new security
plans from the new
Captain when I saw it. Just lying there on top of the
others on his desk. Like it was...nothing.”
“So what did he say when you
asked him for the picture?”
“I didn’t. I just took it. He
was too busy to even notice. He was on the phone to Pearl about getting his car
here.”
“Well, I hope you return it
to him before he finds it missing and throws you in the brig. Now, go on. The
weirdy thing’s down in supply.”
“Like Duhhh, Curley.”
“Move it.”
***
“Ahh, my new triad
microscope,” Nelson said as Ski appeared aboard Seaview with the Admiral’s
latest acquisition. “Good, over here, I’ll install it later.”
For a moment Ski simply
watched as Nelson went about the lab, immersed in whatever it was he was
investigating now. He had much bigger and sophisticated lab ashore; why he’d
chosen to be here on the docked sub instead was anyone’s guess. It just wasn’t
like him.
“Anything wrong,
Kowalski?”Nelson interrupted Ski’s thoughts.
“No. It’s just...”he took a
deep breath, “are you sure about keeping Captain Crane?”
“Why do you ask? He’s a fine
sub commander, even you have to admit that and....”
“It’s not that he can’t skip
a boat, but...”
“What is it son?” Nelson
indicated the only other chair, actually a hard stool.
“I saw this,” Ski handed
Nelson the photo, “it was just tossed on a pile of
security pictures on his desk. He didn’t even seem to care and...”
Nelson studied the image of
Phillips in the control room....
“We all feel the loss, Ski.Especially
me. John and I went back a long way. But it’s not Crane’s fault if he can’t
feel our grief.”
“No sir, but...”
“Ski, there’s going to be a
period of adjustment for all of us. Just give it time, okay?”
“Sir,” Ski hesitated, “am I...am I ‘ordered’ to like Captain Crane?”
“No,” Nelson said, disturbed
by Kowalski’s suddenly harsh attitude, “But I’d appreciate it if you could
respect him.”
“Oh, I respect him okay. I
just can’t...well...it’s hard to get used to him...”
“Even
though he saved our skins?
Including yours? He was a vital in the success of the emergency mission.
Thousands, even millions could have died...or are you still angry he smacked you when he snuck aboard to test security? It was
just a reflex when you tried to subdue him. Could have
happened to anyone. I thought he explained things....”
“It’s not that sir. He did,
it’s just...Captain Phillips is dead, and he doesn’t give a shit about him.”
“Ski..you
don’t know that.”
“Is there anything else sir?”
Kowalski stood firm.
“No. You can return to your
duties. And Ski, you might want to stop by the visitor’s center. There’s
something there you may want to look at.”
***
The memorial wreath in the
marble lobby, dedicated to the late Captain, driver, and two guards also killed
with Phillips was impressive. Laid by Nelson, and witnessed by all hands in the
memorial service which had taken place almost as soon as the boat had docked
two days ago, it offered little comfort to the weary crewman. Why did Nelson
want him to see it again? Then he saw a scroll of sorts, laid inside some of
the flowers. That hadn’t been there before. Ski took it and began to read....
Dear
Capt. Phillips,
I
never had the privilege of knowing you, but I can tell how very much your
officers and crew admired you. I just wanted to say, I cannot, nor will I, try
to replace you, the man, only the job. If I can obtain even half the respect
they had for you, I’ll consider myself quite a success in my decision to remain
aboard Seaview.
I
know I’ll have to set aside some of my preconceived notions about her. The
Admiral has already seen to most of them, but no doubt there may still be some
problems as we all adjust to each other.
She’s
a fine lady, Seaview, pretty astounding actually, and I promise you that I’ll
never knowingly let her down, or her crew or Nelson.
Lee
Crane
Ski rolled the scroll and
replaced it, looked at the portraits of the lost men, bowed his head, then
left, his mind confused, unsure, and a little guilty as he walked back to the
Institute offices.
As he passed by the Admiral’s
outer office corridor, he noticed the boxes of Captain Phillips personal
effects set on Angie’s desk. Her laughter as she spoke to Crane made what he
had to do worse. But he had no choice. Captain Phillips would have wanted it
this way. He cleared his throat.“Permission to speak with the
Captain?”
“What’s on
your mind Ski?”
“I need to give you this...I
took it from that pile of security pictures on your desk. No excuse sir.”
Crane took the photo, somber,
“I was wondering where I mislaid it. I promised his wife I’d bring it over with
his personal effects...Ski? Would you like a copy of it?”he
asked gently.
“I...yes. Yes, sir, I would.”
“I’ll have copies made for
anyone who wants them. He was a good man.”
“Thank you
sir. Uh, would you like me to
carry the boxes for you?”
“I’d appreciate that, yes,
Ski. The car pool said they’d have a vehicle here soon.”
Ski lifted the four stacked
boxes, “‘Soon’ is a matter of opinion with them, Skipper. See you
downstairs.”
“What is it Lee?”Angie asked.
“Nothing,”Lee tried to hide a
grin, “We still on for lunch tomorrow?”
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me
away, unless they’re sea-horses that is...”
“Did somebody mention
sea-horses?” Nelson popped into the office. “I have a new species that...”
“No sir,” Angie said, and
waved to the smiling Crane as he departed.
“He seems to be in a good
mood...ahh.”
“It’s not what you think
sir....just lunch tomorrow, with Chip and Lola.”
***
Angie hadn’t noticed, but Crane had. Ski had
called him the more fraternal ‘Skipper’ instead of the more formal ‘Captain’
he’d been using all this time. Crane could tell it had been forced, but the
crewman was making the effort at least and as Kowalski began to chatter in the
car about the upcoming spaghetti eating contest planned for next week, Crane
began to relax a nagging misgiving about taking on Seaview. He was finally
beginning to feel at ‘home’.