Prower-Graves nodded at that, and then turned back around in his seat. "Aye-Aye, sir. I'll be here if you need me." he then shook his head as he looked out the viewport. "Tch.... Bloody Yank crate. What's next, the Huns get one of their tubs afloat before one of the Senior Service's splendid ships?" he griped the complaints of an old proud sailor, seeing the Navy he loved getting short-changed.