Those aren't the contours of a Navy man, mused the water-taxi pilot suspiciously, regarding one of his fares by dawn's dim light. Nevertheless, he said nothing as his passengers debarked at Buoy 25 in San Diego Bay, where the crews of three destroyers were beginning to stir. But back on the beach he confided his suspicions to the shore patrol.
Soon the blinker lights were flashing, and the loudspeakers aboard ship had an electrifying announcement: "Now hear this. All hands muster at quarters. There's a woman aboard."
Four hundred sailors, each with an acceptable silhouette,...
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