This was the operational heart of the Royal Navy. Somewhere below him officers were juggling with markers and charts and sent fleets to sea or tracked...UBoats as they converged on some convoy.As he made his way inside the entrance a querulous voice asked "And what is your business young man?" David turned and explained his business to the ancient messenger sitting in a small both. "Ah, yes, you'd be wanting Captain Watts. Now if you'd just fill out this form, I'll get someone to come and collect. " Well thank God for dirty laundry!"She smoothed down the skirts' hem. "Even if it's not a real date, I thought giving Jimmy a little thrill is the least I can do to thank him for saving my ass."She surprised him by leaning against him. He surprised himself by reflexively raising his arm to accommodate her, looping it around her shoulders. She cleared her throat."I've missed you, Chet."He wasn't sure what to make of that. "Well that's, uh, sweet of you to say."Sensing frowned at his. Ricky, do you know where my bikini is? I asked. Yeah, its in the closet, said Ricky. I slipped off my jeans, then shirt, and then panties, then I put on my bikini top first, and lastly the bottom because I hope he would see. I was starting to mature, and get curvy and get the perfect boobs. I loved my body. But not as much as I loved his. Maybe playing around with him a bit couldnt be too bad. So Ricky, can you find your swimming trunks? I asked as he was naked and looking for it. No, where is. . so.'Ivan: 'When a ship was decommissioned – sent to the scrap yard – what happened to the AI onboard? Was he or she ever offered a new assignment on another ship, or was he just scrapped with the bulkheads and desk chairs? Was the AI killed when his usefulness was over?'Jay: 'But ... but ... he agreed. I mean ... when the Pennypacker was obsoleted, the AI – "Ship" — just drove her to the breakers. He ... didn't object.'Ivan: 'It never occurred to him ... or to most of us ... to say any.