P.J. is in St. George, Bermuda.
Bermuda, It is a neat little island, it's in the middle of no where, with expensive drinks. The entire economy is made of cruse ships, as well as a mega rich tax haven. But a neat island. You can definitely see the Britt stiff upper lip come out in a place like this. Everything is proper, neat, and orderly. If it were not for the dark and stormies, nobody would have any fun here.
I showed up on the good ship Atlantis. We went in and out of port for about a week and tested the Submarine “Alvin” (strait out of overhaul) and the new unmanned sub “Sentry”. The Sentry team only lost there sub once and as usual the Alvin boys did find it. (they forgot to turn it on.)
The other big event was a fire on the dock of a hardware store where house. (those would be the dark pictures.) Now that was a big fire! The rest of the pictures are of the beautiful port of St. George. Famous for running ammo to the confederates during the Civil war. Pesky little skeletons in the closet.