Doc Jamison's Diary
It's that time of year again, and I'm bound to consider again
what I'm most thankful for while serving aboard Seaview. Well, I guess you could say Divine Providence for running interference
in regard to the scrapes my officers and crew get into in the line of duty, and for that matter, out of it.
I can't count how many times I've been thankful that I didn't
have to write that dreaded death certificate up. But there've been far too many just the same. Seaview is a hard boat to serve
on.
Cuts, scrapes, burns,radiation, broken bones , and drowning, I
have to address on an almost daily basis. I can deal with that. It's the other things that unerve me to the
very marrow.
Things like paranormal encounters. The creepy, bone chilling possession of Crane
by a long dead UBoat Captain was almost the worst; he still has nightmares about it. Nelson too. Alien life forms taking my
officers, crew, and even me to play their power games in an almost continual dance of destruction.
How did we ever survive? How did Seaview manage to thwart things to let the rest
of the world sleep in peace? God only knows. And that's what I'm grateful for.
