Ivan Thark stared at his hands, and then at the sea. It had been three years at sea and still they had yet to capture a prize. And he had yet to get promoted, although opportunities were plentiful. He just wasn't as recognised as much as the other men and women among the ship. He growled at himself, and stood up straight, waiting to be relieved from watch. It would be four long hours until then, sadly. Ivan turned from the sea and surveyed the deck. The only other people here were Lieutenant Briggs and someone else, a blur he'd seen before but not someone he'd bothered talking to.