Rounding the corner, the soles of my boots barely clinging to the slick diamond plating, I could see the last cluster of white and yellow gauges. Sixteen gauges to go, I thought. Resting the grimy clipboard on the handrail I quickly jotted down some pressures and temperatures before returning to Main Control.
After leaving the bright engine room I made my way aft before finding the weather-decks.
It was sometime before my eyes adjusted, but when they did I sank into the rhythmic motion of the ship as it sloshed through that cold sea of whitecaps and glowing stars.
