Sam walks around the deck of the INTREPID and watches dawn turn into sunrise from the bow of the ship. He jacks the Nav-dat GPS in his pocket into the other datajack port at the base of his skull to get the ship's relative position from Tacoma on a regional map. With a quick mental activation of his image link, Sam brings up a visual picture of the ship's reported position in his field of view and notes his location.

After viewing the map and GPS coordinates display and studying it for a bit, Sam closes the image, showing only his retinal clock. Sam checks the time and then begins walking toward the galley, since it is getting close to breakfast, and he was up a good portion of the night due to being unable to sleep well.

First nods with assurance.

"Welcome aboard, Det. Take care of whatever you need to take care of, but we're planning on being underway in an hour. We do have 'trode nets onboard for the NCN, but since you're equipped for immersion we'll have to put you on to one of the bridge watch sections. I'll speak to Jeff about it. The Captain's called an all hands meeting tomorrow at 1000. We can talk more then."

The cold ocean breeze washed over the bow of the INTREPID as it cut through the water. Danny basked in the rays of the rising sun. I love this crap, that feeling at the beginning of the day. When the OP is underway, ahh.

"Hoo-yah!" Danny shouted out loud in to the wind. "Yes sir, one helluva day." Danny turned around and headed aft. Not really going anywhere, just wandering around the ship, taking in the sites. He made a point of finding all the life vests, safety gear, and life boats on his walk. At 0700 he starts looking for the mess.

Ichiro is surprised by Os, not having spotted him before hearing him speak. He controls himself, not wanting to appear as a rookie. Turning he looks up at the man in the upper bunk.

"I dunno what time it is, Chummer. Let me check."

Ichiro begins to hunt through his bag for his wrist phone. When he finds it he reads the display after strapping it on.

"Just after six," he tells his roommate. After telling Os the time, Ichiro goes about getting dressed. After putting on his pants he slips on an armored shirt and then his holstered Manhunter. Over that he wears his armored Jacket, festooned with his various fetishes.

"Well, I'm Ichiro." he says after he is clothed. He forgoes trying to shake Os' hand because he would have trouble reaching high enough. "I'm gonna take a look around the ship, I've never been on one before. Breakfast would be good too. You wanna come?"

A quick phone call to Nicky as he heads towards his new bunkroom, now burdended down with two long, black, waterproof duffel bags takes care of his baby.

"Yes, Nick, I know I owe you extra. Yes, I know how hard it is to find good space around here. No, I don't know when I'm getting back, but thanks to LongJohn, I don't have much of a choice. Yes, I'm still hanging around with that crazy fraggin' pirate. Yes, Nicky, the credsticks on my bunk."

He ends the call with a sigh and half a grin. Nicky complained alot, but he was alive to complain, and that's all it took for the occasional favor. He stows his stuff, noting his bunkmates, and heads off to learn a bit about the layout of the ship and find food. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gone without sleep.

"Yeah, mate, breakfast sounds pretty good at the moment," Os said, slinking down from the top bunk. "Name's Os, by the way."

He sorts through his duffel bag, finding a pair of jeans, a short sleeved shirt, a t-shirt to put under it, and a water-proof long coat to wear over it. Next he puts on socks and his water-proofed steel-cap boots, and then fishes his watch out of his bag.

"Is there any reason why we should be wearing side-arms, mate?"

Traditionally, the wardroom is where the officers of the ship eat while the mess decks are for the rest of the crew. It's not difficult for you to locate the crew's mess, as it's just aft of the staterooms on the first deck. Half a dozen plastic tables with attached chairs are arrayed in precise rows in front of a cafeteria style messline. Standing in the door to the galley is a middle aged man of average height and weight, with flowing gray hair pulled back into a pony tail. He wears an immaculate white mess jacket and gray and white checkered slacks, and greets you with a warm smile. Despite the soft, almost delicate image he projects, his eyes hold a calm reserve that tells of years of experience.

"Ah, good morning and welcome aboard. I am Chevalier. For breakfast today we have eggs benedict, pomme fritte, fruit salad, and fresh croissants. Would you like coffee, tea, or orange juice to start?"

Sam greets Chevalier by saying, "Morning, Chevalier. My name ish Sham - widout da 'H'." Sam grasps the body of his Ingram Valiant with his left hand to free up his right, and then he offers his right hand for shaking. He continues, "I would like to have a tall glassh of orange juice, and a serving of all da oter breakfasht itemsh, if you do not mind. I am quite hungry."

Sam asks Chevalier, "I don't shee any shturdy chairsh at my first glansh. Have you any? I would hate to break one of your plashtic onesh by shitting down in it."

Ichiro thinks about Os' question for a moment.

"Y'know, you're probably right," he says as he takes off his jacket and slips out of his holster. He thinks for a moment longer, then changes his armored shirt with a regular one. Then he puts his jacket back on and slips a set of nunchatku into the special pocket he'd sewn into his coat. "Ok," the dwarf says to his new comrade. "Let's get some food."

Down in the galley Ichiro's mouth waters at the great smells. He smiles at Chevalier and introduces himself. Taking his plate he asks for a double portion of pommes fritte and then asks whether the tea is black or green. If it is black he opts for OJ.

As he begins to shovel down the food he takes a look around the room and is startled by the sight of a huge troll, eating with one hand and cradling and Ingram Valiant with the other. He points out the troll to Os.

"Christ man, maybe I should have brought more than a couple sticks of wood attached to a chain, huh?"

He finds the mess after a leisurely stroll through most of the open areas, greeting Chevalier with a nod, and taking an order of fresh fruit, croissants, and black coffee.

Food's definitely a step above waterproof rations...

He scans the room, seeing the collection of various bits of metahumanity, and takes a seat across from the troll lugging the Valiant around. (I mean, seriously, who would you make friends with first?)

"Det." He offers his name as he takes a drink from the coffee cup.

Collecting a couple of croissants and a cup of strong coffee, Os sat down with Ichiro.

"It's probably all the salt air," he said, half-serious, half-joking. "Adventures on the high seas and all that."

After wolfing the small breakfast down, he takes in a leisurely observation of the mess hall and it's current occupants as he waits for Ichiro to finish his breakfast.

Ichiro finishes the excellent meal and looks at Os.

The Koroburuku nods in the direction of the Troll's table which has gained a person while he ate, "Think we should go meet 'em?" he asks.

"I was just about to suggest that," Os says as he stands up and starts towards the troll.

Ichiro follows behind Os. He is perfectly fine with letting the man take the lead. Ichiro is just wary of anyone who brings a machine gun to the breakfast table.

With a small grin on his face, Os offers a salutation to the troll and his companion as he sits down across from Sam.

"Name's Os, nice to meet ya."

"I'm Ichiro," the dwarf says to the men as he slides onto a seat at their table. "Nice weapon," he says to the Troll.

Sam thanks Chevalier and picks up his large breakfast at the mess line. He takes a seat at one of the metahuman modified tables that Chevalier dierects him to. He balances a large tray piled with servings of food as he sits down at the table. Sam leans his gun against his leg, with the butt on the floor.

Having finished his orange juice, Sam has started on his tea, and he has nearly finished his pomme fritte after devouring the eggs benedict. When Det sits down and speaks, Sam is not quite sure what he means.

Sam stops drinking his tea and looks up at Det quizzically, "Det? Ish dat your name?.."

Sam greets Os and says, "I'm Sham - widout da 'H'. Pleazhed to meet you," Sam puts down his eating utensil and wipes his hands with a napkin before offering a handshake to Os.

Os grips Sam's hand and gives it a firm shake.

"You planning to cause any trouble?" he asks, indicating the troll's Valiant.

"What's your name, Chummer?" Ichiro says to the man who was eating with the Troll.

Following the smell of bacon grease Danny finds the mess with out to much trouble. Danny stops outside the entrance to double check his appearance. A habit since basic. Boots clean and black, check. Hair is high and tight, check. Uniform clean and pressed, check. He runs his hands absently where the unit patches used to be, thinking about everythings he's lost. A scowl comes over his face for letting his thoughts fall to such dark origins. "Get over it soldier, you got a job to do." Taking a deep breath, the well kept Orc stepped through into the galley. The line is sparse with groggy sailors either just waking up or finishing there shift.

"Eggs, toast, oj, Sir." The food quality is higher than he expected an brings a smile to Danny's lips.

He finds a table in the back and eats with a purpose.

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When Sam comes in....

From the far corner Danny observes the big troll enter. Danny's eyebrow raises when he see's the big riffle. I wonder why he feels the need on this ship. The trolls smell floats his way and Danny realizes that he is his roommate. After a little while longer two more make there way in, and eventually end up at the trolls table. Well no time like the present.

Danny stand up and drops his tray off in the bin. Grabbing another glass of oj he wanders over to the group,

"hoi chummers, names Downtown, I guess were all not a normal part of her crew eh?"

Sam smiles at Os's question and, looking also to his Ingram Valiant for a moment, says, "No. I wouldn't want to cause trouble. I shupposhe dat it wash a bit much to bring for breakfasht. I did not shleep well lasht night. Carrying my machine gun helpsh to calm me down after a night like dat." Sam smiles and tries to pretend that his bad night was no big deal. He returns to his pomme fritte and tea, finishing off the last few bites, and then he starts on the fruit salad.

When Downtown walks up, Sam nods in acknowledgement, his mouth full of food.

Downtown sat down smilling to the group.

"Nice to meet you guys. So anyone know whats up? I haven't really taken a job before where the employer didn't meet with me personally. I mean heck, the guys doesn't even know who we are, he just wanted 6 people."

Det chuckles at the comment as he eats, pleased the the more of the random new crew has joined them. Things will be tough, trying to fit into a routine unfamiliar to most, at best. A sense of comraderie would help the adjustment.

"As far as I can tell, it's pretty much just what the Captain said. We're on a salvage vessel, which I'd guess is usually contracted to retrieve things too large, unwieldly, or dangerous for normal ships and crews. He didn't specify divers, so either he's still got his own or whatever we're going after is still floating. The meeting in an hour or so should clear up most of it. Name's Det, by the way."

Sam finishes his fruit salad and tea. Then, he sits back and nibbles his croissant while sipping his coffee. He sits back, holding the coffee cup in one hand and the saucer in the other, underneath the cup.

"I was talking with Jeff last night before I turned in," says Sam as he eyes the group. "The Captain hazhn't shared much detail about dis contract wit the crew, exshept dat dey have to leave A-Esh-A-P. He thinksh that it'sh noting; a shurprise contract that came up. I don't know much about shipsh or shailing, but it sheems shtrange to me. Leaving in shuch a hurry... it shuggeshtsh dat der sih a lot of nuyen in dis shalvage. Alsho, da Captain let ush on board widout checking our backgroundsh or our belongingsh. And here I carried a machine gun into da mesh hall, and no one shaid a word - shept you guys." Sam smiles.

"On top of dat, da Eleven Eleven Tavern sheemed like a shomewhat rough plashe. I wuzh on vacation, and jusht happened to shtop in dere for a drink. I tought dat working shalvage on a ship for a while might be fun. All doze tings togedder make me wonder dough. What do you guys tink?"

Sam looks around the table with a questioning look on his face, waiting for someone to comment, as he still holds his coffee.

"It's interesting, I'll give you that much. Maybe the Captain has a lot of faith in people. Maybe he thought that the Eleven-Eleven was only visited by one type of person."

For the moment Os isn't really concerned about what he's doing, but who he's trapped on a sea-going vessel with.

"So what do you guys do for day jobs?" he asks. "Obviously none of us work on this ship normally."

He takes a long sip on his coffee.

Meryth sighed and looked about the black room, mentally slapping her forehead with fustration though outwardly she was perfectly still. The faint pitch and roll of the INTREPID told her more surely than any of the sounds she heard that she was upon the water and after nearly half an hour of tossing and turning, the young darkhaired woman threw her legs over the side of the bunk and began to gather what she'd need for the day. Dressing in the dark was not an issue, she knew all of her clothing by texture anyway and as such it only took her a few minutes to ready herself, choosing a pair of tailored black cargo pants and a soft dove-grey turtleneck to match the heavy boots she always wore when there was work to be done. She'd pulled her smooth hair into a low ponytail and stepped from the room with nothing but a hint of tinted gloss upon her pale lips, practically running abovedecks to catch her first glimpse of the dark choppy water.

It didn't take her long to reach the bow of the INTREPID in spite of the fact that she did her best to stay out of the crew's way, there didn't seem to be all that much for her to do anyway so it was pointless to feel badly; the spirits knew she'd have more than enough work ahead of her anyway. For now, however, this was where she belonged, a solitary figure outlined against the lightening sky, smiling and singing her arrival so softly that none but the wind that whipped across her cheeks would hear.

"I do odd jobs," Ichiro answers non-chalantly. He's pretty sure the meaning will carry over in this company. "You're right about there being a lot of rough types in the Eleven-Eleven, what if the Captain was looking for muscle?"

Sam takes a bite of his croissant and washes it down with a gulp of his coffee. He turns to Ichiro and says, "Dat'sh exzhactly my point. I tink da Captain wash looking for mushel, and I tink he didn't care who it was dat applied becaush he didn't have time to care becaush he had to leave port fasht. I tink dat shomeone made him an offer to do a shalvage run fasht, a generoush offer, wit a very short time limit and shome, and, shall we shay, lesh dan ideal shicumshantshesh."

Sam takes another bite of his croissant and another drink from his coffee.

"Jeff shaid dat da crew membersh we are here to fill in for went on a two-week furlough tree days ago, when da ship arrived in port. A Captain would not normally shend his guysh on leave if he wash planning to go back out on another shalvage operation would he? It could be dat da Captain was compelled, eider by money or by treats to leave wit only part of hish crew. Shuppliesh were being loaded at a very fasht pashe when I came on board.

"All of dis could very well be speculation; jusht my own paranoia, but dat'sh what I tink is happening."

Sam finishes his croissant and coffee while the others speak.

Ichiro nods, considering the Troll's words. "What if we're racing somebody to the target?"

Sam puts his hand to his face and rubs his chin thoughtfully, "Hmm. I hadn't tought of dat. Dat could mean trouble. A firefight at da leasht."

Ichiro laughs, "Well, you're certainly decked out for that, chummer. But seriously, I wonder if we all need to be armed?"

Det keeps silent throughout most of the speculation, having said enough to prompt the discussion.

"Unless she's hiding alot more then she's showing, the INTREPID wouldn't be rushing to a firefight. She's not armed at all, and any boat with a naval caliber gun could sink her at a click away, well before we got into useful range for that," as he nods to the machine gun propped up next to the troll.

The mess decks slowly fill with crewmembers, the strain of the all night work evolution plain on their faces. Conversation is still upbeat, though, and everyone has a cheerful greeting for Chevalier. Most of the crew ignores the table of newcomers, although some stare with pointed interest while saying nothing. Midway through the meal, Jeff wanders in and grabs himself a cup of coffee and a croissant before sitting down at the table. His eyes are bloodshot and fatigued, but he's freshly shaved and sounds alert.

"Morning, everybody. Sleep ok? I know things were a bit rushed last night and I'm sorry if anything got lost in the shuffle. Once we get a couple of days underway we'll have some time to sort things out and get everyone situated. For now, just consider yourselves to be in my watch section. The INTREPID runs on a three section watch, twelve people to each section, with a five section day. 0700 to 1200, 1200 to 1800, 1800 to 0000, 0000 to 0400, 0400 to 0700. We're on for the 1200 to 1800 today, so the rest of the morning is yours. Don't forget the all hands call in the wardroom at 1000. We'll meet back here after lunch and I'll figure out what to do with you guys for the rest of the watch. Any questions?"

Sam looks at Jeff and says, "What do we do on watch, Jeff? Patrol da deck? Should we carry weaponsh while on board?"

Jeff grins.

"No, nothing so mundane as that. INTREPID is actually pretty automated all considered, we could run the ship with half as many watchstanders. But with such a short turn-around from our last job and the hasty departure we're going to need all hands to pitch in to make sure everything is stowed and organized correctly, not to mention all the cleaning, maintenance, and preps that have to be done on all of the gear. Trust me, we're going to have our hands full."

Sam smiles and says, "Shounds like a good workout, and shomething I would enjoy. I guessh I won't be needing dish then." He points out his Ingram Valiant to Jeff.

Det leans back, enjoying the additional few minutes of leisure, sure that it will be some of his last, and without questions for the moment..

Been awhile, but funny how it all comes flooding back...

"On that note, Jeff," Os begins, "could you clue us in to the Captain's policy of weaponry on board? So far I haven't really seen much, but I'm be interested to know how the Captain will react if a crew member whips out a laser pistol on me."

Jeff glances at the LMG with calm indifference.

"The standing policy on firearms on board INTREPID is that submachingun size weapons and larger should be stowed in one of the Ready Service Lockers. Personal weapons, pistols and the like, can be carried by crewmembers at their discretion. Most of us don't as it's just extra weight and the hassle of keeping a weapon clean and dry is more than I want to deal with. Besides, out here, a pistol is no replacement for a trusty knife at your side. That's one of the things that we need to sort out. If you've got any heavy duty hardware with you, meet me back here after breakfast and I'll take you down to the armory and we can get it locked up. If anyone gives you trouble, though, just come tell me and I'll straighten them out."

Sam cradles his Ingram Valiant in his lap. He looks concerned as he speaks to Jeff, and his tone is somewhat worried, "Will my weaponsh be shafer in a locker or in my room?" Patting the chamber, Sam continues, "Dish Ingram Valiant ish very shpecial to me," He looks down for a moment and then straight ahead with a blank look on his face, "We've been trough a lot togedder."

Sam recollects himself by shaking his head to stave off a vision of the past. Blinking a few times before he looks back at Jeff, Sam says, "I don't want anyting to happen to dish gun."

Danny nods at Jeff's suggestion, finishes his OJ and stands up. "It was nice to meet y'all. I'll be back shortly with my weapons Jeff."

It doesn't take long for him to make his way to his billet. Once there he unpacks his riffle and ammo, along with his ammunition. Wapping it carefully in it's protective cloth he heads back to the mess hall.

A few minutes later he arrives back in the mess hall, a MA2100 in a bundle over his shoulder, and his Colt wrapped up in it's own holster and belt. "Lead the way, Sir. Ready to stow my weapons."


OOC: Spell check doesn't seem to be working so forgive me for spelling errors

0800 Sunday, 08 Oct 2062, M/V INTREPID, Westbound Traffic Lane, Straits of Juan De Fuca

Jeff finishes his coffee before standing and leading Sam and Danny to the armory. The door is opened by a short Phillipino man named Nick, who beams a smile at the three individuals in the hallway. The expression reveals a bevy of missing teeth, most replaced with gleaming chrome prosthetics. After matching the weapons' serial numbers with their owners' identities, Nick stows them in one of the many gray utility lockers which line the small space.

0950

"Captain on the Bridge."

"Carry on." Captain Barker steps easily to the side of the Officer of the Deck, his eyes scanning the narrow channel.

"Sir, steady on course 274, checking course 272. I've got sixteen knots rung up as per your instructions, but with flood tide coming we're only making fifteen and a half good. No significant traffic to report since we passed the MARITIME PRIDE ten minutes ago." The OOD makes his report in a quiet voice, pitched to carry no further than the man standing next to him. The Captain nods approvingly, his eyes scanning across the digital status board in front of the helmsman.

"Very well. If you need me, I'll be in the wardroom for the next half hour."

1000

The wardroom of the INTREPID is a narrow, cramped space the deck below the pilot house. Dominated by the long table around which the officers messed, the walls bear the trademark images of other fleet tugs in action as well as various pieces of scrimshaw and knotwork donated by previous crewmembers. The Captain sits at the head of the table, his hands flat on its chipped and stained surface. A full cup of soycaf sits, untouched, in front of him. He waits until the assembly has quieted, his gaze flat and calm. Without preamble, he begins.

“I know that our departure was conducted rather hastily and under an unusual blanket of secrecy. I appreciate all of your efforts in making the underway go as smoothly as possible, and I apologize for any deception on my part. It was necessary considering the job at hand. Twenty hours ago the Shiawase Fleet Vessel HOLLAND SKYE transmitted an urgent distress call over their corporate satellite communications link. The message indicated that the HOLLAND SKYE had suffered some sort of catastrophic mechanical failure in her number two primary reduction gear and was adrift on emergency power. They requested immediate assistance from any corporate vessel in the area. No further details were given and all subsequent attempts at communication have failed. The vessel’s computers are not responding to remote interrogation either, leading me to believe that all power on board has failed. Upon learning this information, I personally opened communications with Shiawase’s Director of Maritime Operations with an offer of Lloyd’s Open Form for successful salvage. He has accepted my offer."

"The HOLLAND SKYE is a Capesize-class Very Large Crude Carrier built by Odense Shipyards in 2057. She measures some three hundred and forty meters long by fifty two meters wide. At a full load of two hundred ninety nine thousand tonnes she drafts twenty one point five meters. This picture here is of her sister ship, the FINA EUROPE. To give you an idea of the size, the letters on her bow are each a meter tall. A rough estimate puts her value at two hundred million nuyen."

"A Lloyd’s Open Form contract would entitle us to five percent of salvage worth as judged by the Corporate Court, assuming we brought her into port safely. Despite the deal already negotiated between Shiawase and myself, the laws of the High Seas still apply: the vessel to first render aid is granted all salvage rights. This is the reason for our secrecy and the speed of our departure. Success hinges upon the INTREPID being the first to arrive on scene. I know of three other West Coast salvage outfits which are competing for this prize. With any luck, though, they are all twelve to eighteen hours behind us.”

The Captain stands, his piercing gaze moving from face to face in the dim light.

“Ladies and gentlemen, courage and audacity have bought us our current advantage. To this we must now add resolve. The task ahead will no doubt tax all of our skills to the utmost. I have every faith that each of you, when faced with the challenges of this salvage, will perform to the best of his abilities. May God be with us in our cause.”

"Dismissed."

1030

Det grinned to himself, shaking his head a little at the sheer audacity of what they were doing, the idea of outrunning a few other companies and stiffng Shiawase for a chunk of nuyen appealing to him very much.

10,000,000 in salvage...

He looks around Jeff, the briefing not really having done much to clear up the question of his personal assignment.

0950

Sam reluctantly allows his LMG to be stored in a weapon locker alongside his assault rifle. He decides to keep his heavy pistol, as he has no knife.

10--

Having sat through the Captain's briefing, Sam is intrigued at the proposition of getting a share of the nuyen from the salvage operation. At the same time, he is dismayed at the fact that what he thought was going to be a nice diversion from his usual life has turned out to be the usual.

'I should have known better. Pay is pay though,' Sam thinks to himself.

Sam looks to Jeff for his assignment. "What am I shupposshed to do? Doesh da ship'sh crew need help anywhere?"

Having no weapons that he wants to store, Ichiro goes back to his room and wastes time reading until the meeting with the Captain.

Ichiro's curiosity is mostly satisfied by the briefing, but he still wonders why the Captain would be so willing to hire people like he did. The Intrepid did need a crew in a hurry, but the open call the Captain gave didn't even ensure that he would get people experienced in this kind of work, actually Ichiro is pretty sure that the Captain didn't get any. But maybe the Captain really just wanted some muscle. The kind of money they could score on this would be worth fighting for.

As the briefing breaks up, Ichiro pushes away his thoughts and follows the troll named Sam over to Jeff. It's time to get some work done.

He waits for Sam to speak then jumps in, "Yeah, I'll go wherever you need me to."

Jeff looks thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment before glancing around.

"Well, I've completed my preliminary duty assignments for everyone. Det, I'm going to need you on the bridge. Sam, you and Danny are going to be helping out some of AuxO's boys with the main winch and cranes. The rest of you are up for security training with Dune. She'll be waiting for you on the messdecks. I've got a couple of things to check on, but I'll be around if you need anything. Remember, eat early lunch at 1130 so you can be on time for watch at noon."

"Excellent, something to do! Well lets see, it's 1030 hours now so thats an hour to get some more exploring done, anyone care to join me, learning the lay of the land will certainly help out. Are there any restricted access ways I should be concerned about Jeff?"

After anyone has responded, Danny (and anyone who comes with him) heads out to the main deck. He stops for a moment, taking in the sun, the ocean, the way the waves roll. The feel of the ship as it cuts through the ocean.

"Damn, theres just something about being aboard a ship thats.... peaceful."

Ichiro nods after hearing the duty assignments.

Security training huh? Now I am really wondering if the Captain in expecting a fight.

"Sure I'll go," he says to Danny, accepting his invitation to walk around the ship some more. Danny's remark about the peacefulness of being aboard ship is cause for more introspection.

I bet it can get chaotic around here real fast.

Det nods, the brisk efficiency of the briefing and the assignments a welcome change from the squabbling most 'runner groups go through.

He heads off to make himself a bit more familiar with the ship over the course of the next hour or so before reporting to the bridge.

1130 hours

Lunchtime for Danny goes quick, he plows through the line eats like he has a purpose and moves out. Once on Deck he looks around for Auxo? Heading to where the cranes are and asking around.