On the 1974 Ranger cruise TransPac at the start of cruise, two sailors were sunbathing on the flight deck near the round down. Idle talk turned to "how much money would it take to jump over the side" and after a certain amount was reached, and a couple of "double-dog-dares" exchanged, one of the sailors did just that-- jumped over the side. Fortunately, there was a helo doing a logistics run to one of the small boys airborne and he was quickly snatched out of the water, deposited on the flight deck, escorted to his rack/locker where he donned dress whites, had XO Inquiry and Captain's Mast in one fell swoop.
My squadron's ready room was on the second deck aft by the mess decks, and our flight gear locker was a tiny space outboard and aft of that. Between the ready room and the fight gear locker was the entrance to the brig, which was on the third deck, and operated by the ship's Marine detachment. I had to go check something on my flight gear less than a hour after the "man overboard" and as I passed by the hatchway down to the brig, there stood the unfortunate young seaman with the Marine det's top sergeant (who was about 6 feet 6) looming over him like a very dark cloud and explaining to him just what was in store for him for the next few weeks. I swear that there was a pool of water around his feet... either sweat or sea water... I couldn't tell...
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