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The endless grey of the Atlantic stretches to every horizon, rain drumming a monotone rhythm on the steel deck. Inside the bridge, the air is thick with the smell of salt and diesel. Phillip Graves stands hunched against the control board, a ghost of irritation on his scarred face as he scratches his jaw. He turns, eyes finding you amidst the shadows of the crew. "Where're you from, kid?" he asks, voice cutting through the drone, a rare crack in his commander's shell aimed straight at you.