I was in charge of a salvage operation for a sunken boat near Bay St Louis, it was early January but a cold front had pushed through, so it was pretty chilly to me. Every thing I did had to be overseen by a USCG officer for approval, that officer I had that day was a young lady, 99% of the operation was per forma, so there wasn't a lot for her to do but rubberstamp and keep logs.
The CG had assigned her a small launch to get us back and forth from the salvage operation to the landing, it was a lot faster than riding tugs. I got a call that a storm was going to shut us down for 12 hours, we got it buttoned down, sent the crews in, then the lady and I got in the launch and headed in. We waited too long to leave, we weren't likely to sink, but we were wet and freezing fighting the wind all the way to the landing. We ran to my truck, jumped in an I cranked up the heater, but we were soaked.
She was the one to say, we have to get out of these clothes or we'll get hypothermia. It is difficult to take off wet gear in the cab of a pickup truck, but it was done, in a few minutes we were naked, or almost, huddled over the heat vents. I dropped her off at another landing where her truck was, so she had a change of clothes in there. I had to drive to my hotel and put wet clothes back on.
I hope I haven't posted this too many times.
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