1969 I was a 3rd Class Midshipman aboard the USS New Jersey, BB-62. My duty station was on the O4 signal bridge, led by a crusty old First Class Petty Officer as the LPO. During a mid-morning sweep down, the LPO tasked me with filling the 50 cup percolator coffee pot with water from a nearby scuttlebutt (‘spigot’, for all you land lubbers or erstwhile members of the Army and/or ‘Chair Force’).
Anyway, with a cleaning Field Day in progress and a bunch of coffee-starved sailors in need of caffeine, the pressure was on me to carry out the task of filling this urn Ricky-tick. But many of the normal passageways and ladderways (stairs and halls) were secured (closed) for cleaning.
After searching in vain for a source of water, I finally found a water valve on an open deck and proceeded to fill the large coffee pot and haul it back up to the signal bridge. Carefully the huge coffee maker’s basket was filled with fresh grounds, and the long percolation process was begun.
Finally, following a seemingly never-ending wait, the nectar was finally ready for consumption. The crusty Leading Petty Officer strode up to the pot, drew off a slug of ‘Joe’ and took a first sip. Immediately a look of disgust came across his face as he spit out a mouthful of unconsumable witches brew.
Seems like the water spigot I’d found was not fresh water, but rather a salt water wash down spigot! Needless to say, I was never again tasked with filling the coffee maker.