West Indies IMHO the best deployment I had the pleasure of getting paid to do. Leaving Pompey on a horrible, dreek November day and getting back the following July with 8 months of fornication (payed for and gratis), alchohol and lying around like a languid lesbian on the upperdeck and countless golden beaches in between - and some b*stards still dripped! As a killick of the mess I remember us getting 5 sprogs the day before we sailed, a couple of them not to chipper at being away from mum and the pash at xmas time, 'Never mind that young feller-me-lad tell me you're missing them while we are having a seafood BBQ for christmas lunch on a Barbados beach' and they didn't. It was worth the severe battering we took getting across the pond in winter, all the write-offs from puking their rings for a week and a half suddenly recovering as Bermuda hove into view. As stated it was xmas in Barbados, Hogmanay in St Lucia and then 'party on dude' on every Island you could think of from then on in. If it wasn't pissing up onboard at sea, it was pissing up in every beach bar, hotel and knocking shop in the Caribbean. I definitely recall that the laid back (f*ckin horizontal) attitude of every West Indian that was slighty annoying at first was soon being displayed by everyone in the ships company when you realised that no one who lived in the Windies could ever have had a heart attack - they didn't ever move fast enough! Theres something to be said for only ever wearing pussers sandals and pussers shorts for months without having to pull a pair of trolleys on. Could seriously write a book on the goings on....shagging stories aplenty, run-ins with various police forces, meeting of c list celebs (Huggy Bear, Phil Daniels, Timothy Dalton (mistaken for Pierce Brosnan, which got on his tits), two complete muppets from that crappy BBC documentary about cruise ships who had had their 15 minutes of fame but thought they were due more..) mornings waking up on beaches, brothels and sometimes even in the mess! Think we only missed one or two Islands (Grand Cayman being one) but on joining submarines visited Martinique, one of the ones I'd missed - cheers pusser. Bad points, only minor, running out of the usual onboard ales and as it was an American chandler, living on canned budweiser for many months but was in a tin and was alcohol. I came back with an all over tan and frostbite on my drinking hand. Gentlemen a toast - the Windies!