A short rat wearing a British Navy dress uniform sidles up to the captain, and taps his nose. "You got trouble, right?" he mutters, very quietly. "Your smiles are too happy, and I haven't felt the engines hit a decent RPM since the storm last night."<br/><br/>He offers his hand. "General Bazil T Rat, 404 Commando Batallion, Royal Marines Commando. What can I do for you, sir?"