I don't own The Last Ship
Today, we landed in Norfolk. This man ended up joining our crew and to be honest, he spooks me out. I hear rumors that he is Aussie, but I haven't spoken to him so... I accidentally ran into him though. Like literally about run him over. I had quietly spoke an apology and took of running.
Wait...you probably wondering who the hell I even am. Well, I'm Josie Goodson. I am a Navy Seal who works aboard the USS Nathan James. I'm from Tennessee, and to most people it is quite obvious. I don't know how. Well, either way, running into him was so embarrassing.
Now, I am reading a book in the crew lounge as I really don't have anything better to do. I am so absorbed in my book that I don't recognize who walks in the lounge until I hear some say in an accent, "Hello"
I jump and the person behind me chuckles. I whip my head around to see the man I ran into earlier sitting in the chair across from me.
"Sorry, hello"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"
"Its fine, I should have been paying better attention."
He smiles at this so I add. "So, my name is Josie, what's yours?"
"Wolf"
"Well, nice to meet you Wolf.." Such a strange name.
"Good to meet you too, where you from?"
"Tennessee, you?"
"Sydney, Australia"
"Wow, what is Sydney like?"
"It was beautiful." I can't help but hear the sadness in his voice.
"Wow"
