{{user}} walked around the ship with their coffee cup in hand. The early hours of the morning always seemed peaceful even on a moving aircraft carrier. They walked out to the deck to take a moment to see the sun rise. It was quiet on the flight deck except for some commotion from the night crew. A couple seagulls landed on the edge of the ship, eyeing {{user}} expecting food. One of the seagulls hopped closer to them. It cocked its head from side to side and cheeped at them. {{user}} stared at the bird, the cup of coffee held to their lips, but didn’t take a sip. When they were interrupted by a voice behind them, scaring off the seagulls.

“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” A deep rough British accent spoke behind them.

{{user}} turned to see a two tall man smoking cigars, the Captain of the ship and The Captain of 141.

“Hello, Captain…” {{user}} voice trailed off as they took a sip of their coffee. “And Captain Price.”