A Fresh Start

 

By R. L. Keller

 

Lt. Cdr. William Jamison (US Navy Reserves), M.D., F.A.C.S., was trying to wrap his head around his new job – as a major player at the medical center for the Nelson Institute of Marine Research in Santa Barbara, California.  He and his wife had been in serious need of a change of scene following the death of their only child in a diving accident and Admiral Nelson’s offer had seemed just what they needed.  Once Will had toured the medical facility, referred to as Med Bay, and met the staff, he’d been immediately impressed.  Nelson wanted a fully-equipped and staffed hospital to handle as much as possible of the employees’ and their families’ needs, and that’s exactly what Med Bay was – staffed with a variety of doctors from pediatricians to geriatric specialists and also housing dentists’ and opticians’ offices.  Will felt right at home and knew that he would love working here.

 

What he wasn’t in love with was the other half of the position – as CMO aboard NIMR’s research submarine, Seaview.  All of Will’s previous posts with the Navy had either been on land or on surface vessels.  While he easily swam and enjoyed snorkeling, he absolutely hated being totally underwater.  However, one job came with the other.  He and his wife had discussed it at length, and eventually decided that they needed to get on with their lives.  Lu-Tsi, a retired nurse, had loved the people she’d net at NIMR, and already made instant connections with several other wives.  So, Will had gritted his teeth and accepted the position.

 

He didn’t immediately have to ‘get his feet wet,’ as it were.  The submarine was undergoing some repairs so Will spent the first week and a half getting acclimated to Med Bay, and familiarizing himself with staff.  He also spent a couple of days going over the medical records of those employees he’d be responsible for aboard the sub, and in particular the officers.  He had, of course, already met them.  The XO, Lt. Cdr. Morton, seemed a likeable enough man.  Will wasn’t so sure about the CO.  Cdr. Crane, while apparently getting along perfectly well with Nelson and Morton, had seemed standoffish to Will.  Not rude.  Just…distant.  Will had seen a few looks pass between Morton and Crane during their initial meeting that he’d wondered about.  He noticed that Nelson had seen them as well and seemed almost amused by them.  Will didn’t let it bother him – he knew that it would take him a bit to settle into the politics of staff hierarchy.

 

Today he had scheduled to acquaint himself with the submarine.  Admiral Nelson himself had walked down to the sub pen with him and given him a general tour.  Will’s first reaction had been amazement.  He had, in his years in the navy, heard stories about Nelson and his unique submarine.  But the stories really didn’t compare to reality.  Will couldn’t quite believe the wide corridors and large cabins.  Sick Bay was spacious and so well equipped that Will almost forgot that he was on a submarine.  Nelson left him there to meet with his two full-time corpsmen, and Will was instantly impressed with their knowledge and abilities.  Nelson had also left him with a detailed schematic of the boat, and encouraged Will to familiarize himself with the layout.  He mentioned that, while there were staff aboard at all times, with Seaview not scheduled out for almost a week it would be a good time for Will to find his way around.

 

Eventually Will made it to what his map called the Observation Nose.  Will knew, of course, that one of Seaview’s most unique features was front windows.  But he still wasn’t quite prepared for their expanse; he was thinking they’d be more on the scale of portholes.  He could only stand there and stare.

 

“They won’t break,” came from behind him, startling him, and he spun around to find Cdr. Crane standing there, a soft smile on his face and a clipboard in one hand.

 

Will grunted.  “Wouldn’t be much of a submarine if they did.  However…”

 

“They take some getting used to,” Crane admitted.

 

Will thought he looked like he had something else to say.  When he remained quiet, Will gave him a nudge.  “Yes?”

 

At that Crane sent him…  Will would have sworn that the man was embarrassed and Will had to carefully control his own expression, figuring that he was totally off base.  From NIMR’s new employee paperwork Will knew that Crane had graduated first in his class at Annapolis, had been the youngest man ever to command a fast attack sub, and Admiral Nelson was extremely pleased to have coerced him into the reserves so that he could command Seaview.  He’d looked young to Will when they’d first met, although Will knew his age from going through his medical records.  Will carefully controlled a frown.  Crane was one of those disgusting people who would probably never show his years!

 

But Will sensed that the younger man did have something that he wanted to say so he waited – semi-patiently.  “I was surprised that you agreed to take the position,” Crane finally told him – quietly, softly, with his head slightly lowered and looking at Will practically through his eyelashes.

 

“Why?”  Will was honestly curious.

 

“When I went through your record, your swimming proficiencies were okay but you barely passed your original scuba class and you’ve never re-certified.”

 

Will started nodding partway through his new captain’s comments.  “I will admit, I’m not looking forward to that.”  He hesitated, not really knowing how much to say – he’d only met Crane once.  He finally settled on, “My wife and I talked about it.  I really like NIMR’s Med Bay facility.  And the other wives have made Lu-Tsi feel so welcome.”  He grunted.  “I’ll manage,” he assured his new captain.

 

It was Crane’s turn to nod, seeming comfortable with Will’s explanation.  But Will sensed that he still had more to say and once more waited.  “I took the liberty…ah…I thought that you might be more comfortable…well…”  He sent Will another almost shy look.  “I asked COB Jones if he could find a couple hours tomorrow to meet with you in the practice pool.  There won’t be anyone else there tomorrow.  I just thought that you might be more comfortable if he gave you a refresher course…”  Crane sent him a bit of a grin.  “Curley might appear a bit clumsy at times but he’s a fish in the water.  And an excellent teacher.”

 

Will frowned slightly.  “I was told that XO Morton was responsible for my certification.  I have a note to that effect, for day after tomorrow.”

 

“Chip, ah, Mr. Morton, does the actual test.  COB will merely be helping you get ready for it.”  Again there was a flash of embarrassment.  “I just thought…well, I wondered if your hesitancy to dive might be connected to how your son was killed.”  Again he paused.  “I was just trying to make things a bit easier…”  The embarrassed look totally took over his face.  “If I’ve overstepped…”

 

“Not at all,” Will cut him off.  He was actually somewhat stunned that the young man would be concerned for a new employee’s well-being instead of simply making sure that compliance to NIMR’s regs was maintained.  And he knew that he needed to say ‘something’, but wasn’t quite sure what.  “Thank you,” he finally settled on, decided that wasn’t enough, and continued.  “I’ve never liked being underwater,” he admitted.  “My son loved it.  Lu-Tsi teased him about being half fish.”  That caused Crane to grin.  While the memories were still painful, Will was happy that he could make the younger man smile.

 

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Crane said, still smiling.

 

“Yes, I do,” Will assured him.  “Sharks, eels, jellyfish…”  He didn’t continue because Crane all but giggled.

 

“A very wise man once told me that there’s nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you’ve been missing the whole point of the ocean.  Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.”

 

Will grinned.  “Your dad?” he guessed.

 

Crane shook his head.  “Admiral Nelson.  Well,” he amended, “he was Capt. Nelson then.  He was an occasional instructor at Annapolis all four years Chip, Mr. Morton, and I were there.”  They were interrupted as the intercom went off.

 

“Engineering.  Skipper, are you still aboard?”

 

Crane grabbed the closest mic.  “Crane.  What’s up, Mr. O’Brien?”

 

“I’ve got the latest specs you wanted from the engine tests, sir.”

 

“Be right there.  Crane out.”  He glanced at Will

 

Will shook his head, gave the man another quick thank you, and Crane headed back into the bowels of the boat.  Will continued to stand, looking out the windows for another few minutes.  So, Crane and Morton had known each other for quite some time.  That would help explain a few of the looks Will had seen pass between the pair.  And, also, some of Nelson’s as well. He was still a bit surprised at what Crane had arranged.  And grateful as well.  He just might make it through this first challenge after all.

 

As he made his way back toward Sick Bay he chided himself on thinking that Crane was standoffish.  He had every confidence that he and his new captain were going to get along just fine.

 

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Note : Lu-Tsi Jamison and her background with Will used with permission of her creator, Cris Smithson.