What does the sailor value?

Choices:
A. Honesty
B. Friends
C. not enough information
D. Morals
not enough information
I've had two. Both happened in Newport RI when I was in the US Navy.
First, I lived in a cottage that was in an old motel. It had a cottage in front where the landlady lived and there were ten little cottages in a half-moon configuration around it.
Ours was a party place and we didn't have a phone. This was in the early 1970's. The landlady was in her 50's I'd guess. The only phone was a pay-phone outside her cottage and it was o party line with her phone. When we used it, she would try to listen, especially if we were talking to a girl. We could tell and sometimes we'd ask he to hang up, but other times we'd talk about sexy stuff and let her listen.
We could hear her breathing heavy when we did.
When we'd be parting, she'd come to the door wearing sexy clothes that were completely inappropriate and want to be invited in.
Though we were a bunch of horny sailors, no one wanted any part of that.
We never let her come in.
I got married and moved into an apartment that was three rooms in a huge old house. They closed that Navy base and all of the sailors were transferred elsewhere. There were bumper-stickers that said, "Will the last sailor to leave, please turn out the lights."
In those days, Newport was a small town that leached off of sailors.
My landlord said that when my wife and I were completely out and it was completely clean, he'd refund my deposit.
We left the apartment immaculately clean and he wouldn't refund my deposit. That was nearly 50 years ago and it still pisses me off.