'Sup. Sub-Lieutenant Willows here, although higher rank than Miss Hale.
Was workin' my way up from that rusty ol' chair after some heavy drinkin' at Baltimore Bar. And as usual, the day gets frickin' ruined, because there dun go a day in Liberty without a sissy cryin' for help.
Four of 'em runnin' 'bout like headless chickens! Whoppy-frakkin'-hey! And guess what? Two of those Navy-fellas' were already there. So, I throw myself in to the party and Preager arrives shortly thereafter.