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Shipwreck’s Journal Entry

Date: September 14, 1985

Ahoy there, shipmates! Shipwreck here, and I’ve decided to put pen to paper today to spill the beans about a little somethin’ that’s been on my mind for quite some time now. It’s not often that a sailor like me finds himself in a situation like this, but heck, if it ain’t a tale worth tellin’, then I don’t know what is.

Now, I reckon y’all know me as the wisecrackin’, parrot-totin’ sailor who’s always up for an adventure with the G.I. Joe team. But there’s a side to me that not many folks see, and that’s the side that’s got me thinkin’ ’bout a certain someone – Cover-Girl.

First things first, I need to set the scene a bit. We’ve been through more battles and scrapes than I can count, and every time Cover-Girl’s right there with us. She’s got the looks that could stop a man dead in his tracks, and a heart that’s as tough as any tank we’ve ever faced. It’s not just her beauty that’s got me all aflutter, though. It’s her spirit, her courage, and the way she’s always got your back in the heat of battle.

So, let’s take a little trip down memory lane, shall we?

Chapter 1: The First Meeting

I remember the first time I laid eyes on Cover-Girl like it was yesterday. It was a hot, muggy day on the G.I. Joe base, and I was on a mission to fix up the ol’ SHARC. The thing had been actin’ up, and I was cursin’ up a storm when she walked by. She had that strut, you know? The kind that makes a fella forget what he was doin’ and just stand there slack-jawed.

“Need a hand, sailor?” she asked with a smirk, her voice drippin’ with honey.

Well, I didn’t need a hand with the SHARC at that moment, but I sure didn’t mind the company. We got to talkin’, and I found out she wasn’t just a pretty face. She was sharp as a tack, with a sense of humor to match mine. We laughed and joked as I worked, and by the time I had that SHARC purring like a kitten, I knew there was somethin’ special about her.

Chapter 2: Under Fire

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Cover-Girl and I found ourselves side by side in some hairy situations. Cobra was always causin’ trouble, and it seemed like we were always the ones called in to clean up the mess.

I’ll never forget the time we were trapped in a firefight with Cobra in the middle of a jungle. Bullets were flyin’, explosions were goin’ off left and right, and I thought we were done for. But there she was, cool as a cucumber, takin’ out Cobra agents with that laser rifle of hers. I couldn’t help but be impressed.

We managed to fight our way out of that mess, and as we caught our breath, I looked at her and said, “You know, you’re somethin’ else, Cover-Girl.”

She just grinned and replied, “You’re not so bad yourself, Shipwreck.”

Chapter 3: A Night on the Town

Now, I ain’t one for lettin’ emotions get the best of me, but there was one night that I couldn’t help but feel a little somethin’ more for Cover-Girl. We had a rare night off from missions, and the whole team decided to hit the town for some R&R.

Cover-Girl and I found ourselves at a little dive bar, the kind of place that’s got sawdust on the floor and a band playin’ country tunes. We danced, we drank, and we talked about everythin’ under the sun. It was the first time I saw her let her guard down, and I realized there was a vulnerability there that she hid from the rest of the world.

As the night wore on, and the moon hung low in the sky, I walked her back to her quarters. We stood there for a moment, and I could see the exhaustion in her eyes from the battles we’d fought. Without thinkin’, I leaned in and kissed her. It was soft, tender, and filled with a yearnin’ I couldn’t quite explain.

She kissed me back, and for that one moment, it was just the two of us in the world. But then, she pulled away and said, “We can’t, Shipwreck. We can’t afford distractions right now.”

I nodded, knowin’ she was right, but that kiss lingered in my mind for a long time after.

Chapter 4: The Unspoken

As the years went by, Cover-Girl and I continued to fight side by side. We became closer than ever, sharin’ secrets, dreams, and fears. But that night at the bar remained the only time we’d ever let our guard down like that.

There was always this unspoken tension between us, a chemistry that sizzled beneath the surface. We’d steal glances when we thought the other wasn’t lookin’, and there were moments when our hands would brush as we passed each other in the hallway.

But we never acted on it. We couldn’t. The world was in chaos, and our duty to the G.I. Joe team always came first.

Chapter 5: The Long Goodbye

And then came the day I’d been dreading – the day Cover-Girl was reassigned to a different division of the team. It was a tough pill to swallow, knowin’ that I wouldn’t have her by my side anymore. We stood there in the hangar, sayin’ our goodbyes in front of the Skystriker that would take her away.

I looked into her eyes and said, “You take care out there, Cover-Girl. Watch your six.”

She smiled, that same confident smile I’d fallen for all those years ago, and replied, “You too, Shipwreck. Keep those sea legs steady.”

And with that, she boarded the Skystriker, and it took off into the horizon, disappearin’ from sight.

Chapter 6: Reflections

So here I am, sittin’ in my bunk and thinkin’ ’bout Cover-Girl. She’s out there somewhere, doin’ what she does best, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever see her again. Maybe one day our paths will cross once more, and we’ll finally have the chance to explore what’s been simmerin’ between us all these years.

But for now, all I can do is keep fightin’ the good fight, protectin’ the world from Cobra’s evil plans, and cherishing the memories of the time we spent together.

And who knows, maybe someday I’ll find the right moment to tell her how I really feel. Until then, I’ll keep her in my thoughts and continue to be the best sailor and G.I. Joe I can be.

Until next time, shipmates. Shipwreck, signin’ off.