The USS Billy Badass pulled into Halifax, Nova Scotia and gave the crew maximum liberty. Ensign Edmund Tweed got assigned to the duty section and was tasked to supervise the Shore Patrol. Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones and Seaman "Simple" Sailor, on liberty, ambled down to the local watering hole, The Blue Parrot, and downed more than a couple or six of Garrison Tall Ship Ambers. They headed back to the Billy Badass. Ensign Tweed saw them weaving down the sidewalk and followed them. Every time they came to a lamp post, Master Chief Bones who was obviously three sheets in the wind, staggered slowly around it in the street and then back to the sidewalk.
"You better come with me, Master Chief," said Ensign Tweed, tapping him on the shoulder. "You're not fit to navigate."
"I'm awright," said Master Chief Bones, Seaman Sailor at his side. "I'm steering the ship right on the course. It's those posts. They come whizzing by. But I always throw the ship out of the way, don't I?
(This story is based on nautical lore.)
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