Sometimes certain happenings wouldn't escape a mind if they were being coaxed out by Father Time himself. I was making my way to my sea duty station on the signal bridge. (That's a duty station assigned outside your own division that gave that particular division extra help or expertise.) We were all performing our duties of semaphore and manning the flashing light or flag halyards when word leaked out that we were stuck. Stuck right in the middle of San Diego harbor, which at that time was the Command Center, (CINCPACFLT or NAVFLTCOM - WESPAC, ?), for most of the Navy and Marines and certainly everything west of "The Rocky Mountains". The "Flag Ship" of the entire Fleet was STUCK! I didn't hear it but, I could imagine. "STUCK,!! What the _ _ _ _ do you mean stuck?" "O.D., Raise anchor!", but we weren't going anywhere, not a budge. What a hoot! A Bo's'n striker (Boatson Mate) was faithfully standing watch on the signal bridge, wearing his sound powered head gear when he noticed something happening eveytime the anchor was raised or lowered. I know he was wondering if he should say anything when he realized it would come back to him anyway if he didn't. The kid annouced over his headphones what he was noticing, (and let me mention that with sound powered head phones that massage went all over the ship due to the vibrations it sends through the lines). There was some buoys, as a matter of fact a couple of buoys, bobbing up and down in San Diego Harbor. Bobbing all the way up and sinking way down everytime we raised or lowered the anchor. We were just like a fish on a hook, Hooked...just like one big confused, giant pi_ _ed off fish. It seems that the "O.D.", Officer of the Day, was accountable for catching the buoy line on the harbor bottom with the hook of one of our anchors. Everytime he ordered, "up anchor" the cable holding the buoys pulled submerging them. Everytime he backed off they came flying out of the water like some great nuke SSN jumping straight up out of the water while on "shake down". The ship itself had actually "missed movement"! Not a soul said the first thing to the Pilot that always guided us in and out of San Diego harbor. Who could have caused this?