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The Chief and myself are too busy down below dealing with a main engine failure to partake in a Bridge Beano. The Metalock Man is not over the moon and is doing much scratching of his head and his backside, the soft squealchy bit.
His electron microscope detected a red residue on the crack surface. It turned out that the original bushing had been fitted with crossed threads that had initiated a crack in the thread profiles. The final layer of dielectric paint had penetrated the crack, giving rise to the evidence of the smoking gun barrel. The other tell-tales of our failure are the tide marks, like an arrow pointing to the culprit.
We must get up and running as me and Tmax must be in port for the night of the "Eleventh" and the following day. (Strike Flag "Uniform" as Snowflakes may be just over the horizon.)
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