He laughed. “You see, we’ve got to get along together.” McFee spoke up. “I think we will, Larry.” They talked for two hours more before going to bed. Gray told them that the rest of the crew would report the next morning before eight, and that they’d get under way by noon. March slept the sleep of the good and the happy, dreaming only of navigating _Kamongo_ right into the Japanese emperor’s back yard, in which he proceeded to sink the entire Japanese Imperial Navy. The next morning the officers had breakfast together, except for Corvin, who had stood watch in the early morning hours and so was sleeping. They all went into the control room then, where March was startled to see a familiar face. “Scott!” he cried. “Yes, sir!” cried the radioman with a wide smile. “I’m certainly happy to see _you_, sir!” And then he saw Stan behind March. “And you, too, _Lieutenant_ Bigelow!” “You notice things pretty quickly, don’t you, Scotty?” Stan laughed. “You’ve got to, sir, if you’re in submarines!” “Did you know you’d be assigned here, Scott?” March asked. “Not when you left, sir,” Scott replied. “And then I didn’t know where you’d been assigned. We’re all here, you know—the whole diving section that worked together at New London—Cobden, and Sallini, and all of us.” “Wonderful!” March cried. “Why, I feel completely at home already!” “So do I, sir!” Scott said. Gray, who had listened to the exchange of conversations, spoke up. “The Navy is wonderful!” he said. “They really do things right. You’d think nobody higher up would have time to think of these things. But here we’ve got two-thirds of a crew with officers that’ve been in action. And the other third, just trained, all know each other. Officers and men were trained together. Why, we’re really going to get along.” As they went through the ship, March and Stan said hello to the other men of the diving section from New London, and there were mutual congratulations all around. A spirit of happiness and friendship spread through the boat. The older crew members, most of whom had served under Gray before, caught this spirit and felt that all this was a good sign, a good omen for a new ship just starting out on her shakedown cruise. March saw Gray close his eyes for a moment, and smile very slightly. He suddenly realized the Skipper’s great responsibilities. He knew that a crew that got along was essential to successful submarine work. And it had happened. This crew was going to click, and Gray knew it. He was duly thankful! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER NINE DESTINATION—