On the vast deck of the aircraft carrier, Ada calmly looked out at the pitch-black sea while smoking a cigarette.
"Why are you out here smoking at three in the morning with the sea wind blowing this hard?" A voice Ada knew well sounded from behind him.
Ada, cigarette clamped between his lips, turned his head toward the voice. Next to a massive Key—almost as large as the carrier's tower—stood a tall man in a crisp military uniform.
He was a scruffy, middle-aged man whose eyes were full of determination.
Ada shook his pack of cigarettes at the man. "West, want one?"
"No, I don't smoke." West walked over to Ada, gazing at the heaving black sea before them.
"Another nightmare?" Ada looked at his old friend who had enlisted with him.
West seemed unwilling to answer, but in the end, he nodded forcefully.
"I dreamed about the Captain and the others. This time, in the dream, it was Feierbahah who pushed me in."
Ada yawned, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
