He was off in his quarters, cigar in mouth as he let out a puff of smoke into the air. His mind was so numb with boredom. He was at a point in his career that being fleeting admiral was stupidly boring. He wasn’t at the face of the fight anymore, and that’s all he craved, he wanted some sort of action, some sort of fight, anything at all. He scrunched up his nose as he leaned back in his chair. Something come up, please.