The remainder of the voyage home was uneventful with the time being passed by sunbathing on deck and gaining more excitement the nearer we got to the UK. As an N.C.O. my name was on the list for monitoring small work duties.
I thought I had benefited from keeping my normal low profile, but this was not to be. The final night before docking at Southampton the duty roster had me as duty NCO with responsibility for the brig. I had a private soldier to assist me in seeing that the one remaining “turncoat” was left unmolested when being escorted to and from his meals. As the brig (prison cell) was located right at the bows and at low level, he must have experienced some rough times, especially during the typhoon.