Once upon a time several of the folk on our sister tug had had enough of the stench put off by one of the snipes and threw him off the fantail. Sank like a rock, the dirt just drug him down we figured. Took their whole crew to haul him out (not only was he the duty scrounge, he was also the duty chow hound). There was an upside to the whole episode, he began taking regular showers and no one was busted for the incident (suspicion is that it was the Chief who recommended the dunking).
Tugs are not known for being spacious in messing and berthing compartments, odiferousness does not go unnoticed nor unchallenged. Not all sailors can swim as this lad proved nor do they float.
Oh, and for the record, he was lily white, from Georgia, and, could work miracles with a diesel. Soap and water was his only nemesis until the impromptu dunking.
