and it does and you reach the mess decks ladder and drop down it heels clicking ringing off the metal steps and as you fall as the deck drops away from your boots and you watch your ass for firefighting hoses and afff [ 13 ] cans and wireguides and waveguides and latches and hatches and angle iron sticking out from the walls and you can smell the musty smell of food kept too long in a freezer far below decks and then humped up four flights of steep ladder stairs and along cold metal passageways , dodging officers sorry sir and sailors coming through asswipe and jarheads [ 14 ] get the fuck out of my way .