Did you have the same Doc as I did?
Time for sea story...Now this aint no...
We pulled into Ocho Rios, Jamaica for a weekend liberty while stationed in Gitmo for a few weeks and I'm topside watch during the first day. We tied up to this old pier that had a big warehouse. The road is about a 1,000 feet from the pier and this old Jamaican lady sets up a big wash tub with beer right outside on the far side of the road leading into town. So guys going off to town could start drinking right there on the road. Guys coming back could also get one last beer. Pretty nice set up for this old lady.
Well like I said I'm topside watch and all of a sudden I see this pale, old white guy running in the bushes right behind this old lady. All he had on was his skivvies and boots (no it was not Jack Doyle). He was chasing this young lady (hum), who also wearing very little clothes. They were laughing so I guess it was a native custom or something. At 1,000 feet it was a bit hard to make out who the guy was, but all of a sudden he raises both arms and his fingers were wide open about to catch this young lady (hum). It hit me right there - it was our Doc! Why did I know for sure? Well you see some time long ago in the Navy Doc lost 2 of his fingers on his left hand. So he was easy to spot because of his hand - one thumb and two fingers!
Now not to tell stories, but Doc had a wife and 10 kids back in Key West. So no one saw him or said a word. But then it must have been just a local native custom to chase a young woman by a wash tub of beer being sold by an old Jamaican lady.
End of sea story.....
I added the picture of a local cove area in case you didn't want to read my sea story