"Undoubtedly," he said, as he twirled and
untwirled a note signed Helen Ambrose, "the gifts needed to make a great commander have been absurdly overrated.
Just now an on-duty double-toots his whistle, no chicken-fighting, another hers, no running on the deck; two more simply twirl theirs, the cords shor tening and accelerating around their index fingers while their mirrored eyes scan the water--then, with a practiced flip, the counterclock
untwirl; others rest from such labors, about to toot or twirl again soon.