I stepped aboard, cautiously. It belonged to a young couple and their daughters. It was moored at the dock near mine. Mine was a wooden ship of ancient time. It had a hull number of 464. The cement boat was bound for Mexico and maybe Tahiti. It was the young lady who invited me to step aboard. I had never been aboard a cement boat before. What I remember is the laundry. Full size washer and dryer.
On 438 we washed our own clothes. Tucked away there in the starboard side aft behind the Chief's mess was a washer and dryer. There was a hundred guys doing wash but never the CO or XO. I used to call the skipper off the bridge to relieve me in Combat so I could shift my clothes into the dryer.