so you got off watch at 0345 , turning over course and speed to the next poor bastard to spend another four hours staring at the compass repeater , the rudder angle indicator , the lee helm [ 18 ] , and the black shiny windows of the bridge , and then you couldnt sleep so you and the rest of the watch , the five of you , worked your way down two decks from the bridge , poking your heads out the flight deck hatch to watch a cobra [ 19 ] spinning up until the first class airdale [ 20 ] hollered at you to shut that fucking hatch , and then down another deck , forward carefully through officer country , down a ladder and then another , around the corner past the quarterdeck and then forward to the ladder to the fo'c's'le .