We all know the longer one goes without companionship of the kinder gentler sex can reduce one to the state in which one will attempt to form a carnal union with a Suzie Blow Up Doll, if he assumes a velvet hole resides within. Rates at which this will happen differ from sailor to sailor!
Until the first morning of the long awaited liberty port when the local constabulary delivers you to the Quarterdeck in a straw hat, your skivvies and flip flops, and you can't remember which house of horizontal refreshment you left your whites hanging!!
Behind you in toe is the Weapons Boss, back from doing his own version of the Devil’s Fandango... The lieutenant is wearing dog tags, skivvies and black socks… And he too, wears a straw hat with lipstick and hickey marks up and down his torso!!!
Try explaining that one to the skipper…!!!