Once again, Prower-Graves found himself on watch, all alone on the battleship's bridge. Bored silly. He hadn't had time to go get his timewasting devices before taking watch; hell he didn't even have so much as a newspaper, and the comms traffic out here was MILCOM only, so he wouldn't even hear any cricket games on the radio. All he had on hand to amuse himself with was his thermos flask, and moving that all over the warkstation he had got dull fast, even the paperwork on his desk had only taken a few minutes to finish, so all he did was just sit.