and while youre lying there in your rack and waiting to go to sleep you think about all the homos on the boat , because everyone knows who they are , and most guys except for some of the chiefs dont give a shit what anyone does off the boat to whoever they want to do it to however they want to do it , just stay the fuck away from me on the boat [ 65 ] , and that the gay guy in electronics is probably the best et on the boat and no one gives a shit , and then you remember the big white bird that floated in out of the fog and landed on the flight deck on the bow just about thirty feet from you when you were out on low vis and stood there in the dark , lit red from the port side bow light while you and that other guy watched and didnt say a thing , and then he flapped his wings and took off , and you wonder where the hell he came from and where the hell he went and then you fall asleep .