We were enroute to Hong Kong, beginning the journey home.
Enroute south, there was an incident that I remember with a number of chuckles. One day at sea, we had a General Quarters drill. I was the OOD at the time of the drill; I also was the GQ OOD. Weather was hot, and we generally wore tropical shirts and shorts as the uniform.
Since I was already on the bridge, I had no opportunity to change into a long-sleeve shirt and long pants for the drill. Other people usually did so, because the XO would raise hell if collars and sleeves weren't buttoned, and if pants cuffs weren't tucked into one's socks.
I was on the starboard wing of the bridge, and I heard the XO on the other wing of the bridge. Even though he was yelling into the wind, the men on the forecastle could hear him clearly. After berating some people in general, he concluded with the statement that he had better see the bottom of every pants tucked into socks, or someone would be in trouble.
The perverse streak (or perhaps it was a larger part of me) took over. I dropped my khaki shorts and neatly tucked their bottoms into my socks. I stood there in my underwear looking through my binoculars over the windscreen of the bridge.
Then the moment I had sort of anticipated happened. The XO came over to the starboard wing of the bridge and saw me there in my underwear, with my pants tucked neatly into my socks. He turned the color of red beets. For a split second, I thought he might explode.
But as he came closer - and I readied myself for life as I knew it to end - he glanced toward the aft part of the bridge - the signal bridge. He froze for a moment, then smiled slightly and said nothing. It took only a quick glance behind me to explain his sudden change in demeanor. On the signal bridge were both the Captain and Commodore, standing together and laughing at what I had done, and at how silly I looked.
Sheepishly, I pulled up my shorts while the XO retreated to the port wing of the bridge. Incidentally, the XO never said a word to me about the matter. But I do know that the casual acceptance of this by the Captain and Commodore spared me, for which I will always be grateful.