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Originally Posted by askmrjesus
I smell an insurance job. This boat has been up and down that coast more times than Newt Gingrich has to pee at night.
Captains of ships this size just don't go around saying, "Hey, lets go this way for a change!" You have GPS, chart plotting software, Radar, Sonar, and a pair of eyes, and you crashed this bitch on the milk run? In calm seas? Bullshit. There has to be more to this story.
Captains don't generally even get involved in daily operations. They're more administrators than anything else.
Then again...
Maybe he just fucking lost it. I can see that. He's walking down the deck one day, past the rock climbing wall, and he looks up sees a fat Lithuanian tourist's balls, hanging out of a leopard print thong. Fuck this, I'm killing EVERYBODY.
That makes sense.
JC
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Latest reports say that the captain brought a 25 year old female "guest" on board, at their last port of call. Sounds like he was showing off for his chick.
Then again, back when I used to work at the Toronto airport, a tow truck driver ran into a concrete barrier while his girlfriend was performing an act, while the vehicle was in motion....... "Clear the bridge! I'm taking the wheel."