so you sit and you sweat , with little drops pooling up in your ears and you listen hard because these sound-powered phones dont work very good , and you need to peer down them with your ears listening to the ghost crackle of the electricity , and the other guys breathing hard all over the boat , and you still listen while you scrabble around in the angle iron looking for a grease pencil , and you find one and pick it out and unwind the paper around the tip so you have something to write with , and then you find the windex bottle and some paper towels and you wipe down the plotting board , all the while hearing the pops and the snaps and the breathing hard of the guys all sitting like you are in the repair lockers one , two , three , four , five , and seven ( why not six ? )