With the smaller crew aboard Peleliu there was a lot of job overlap. Sly had always enjoyed that aspect of the shipboard life. If you wanted to stretch yourself, there were plenty of opportunities. He’d been cross-trained on dozens of aspects of operations. Over the years he’d worked gunnery control, stood watch, and was a fair hand in engineering spaces. And they all trained in fire suppression.
But ship’s stores was one he wished he hadn’t been trained in. A couple of the non-stealth SOAR helicopters were working back and forth between the supply ship and the Peleliu. They were flying so fast that the massive pallets of supplies, each wrapped in its own cargo net, were building up faster than he and his team could move them with their forklifts.
The supply ship floated only thirty mete
