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Jack closed the hatch to the hangar control booth and led Stephen aft along the port gangway. “I think the only thing of note that you haven’t seen is the hold, which is merely a big empty space in the Roth’s middle - we’re walking past it now, actually - and then the bridge and the officer’s recreation space, both of which are above my quarters” he said.
“The officers’ recreation space?” asked Stephen, with what he hoped was the appearance of interest. “Is that not in the wardroom?”
“Beyond the wardroom,” said Jack. “That is, in addition to the wardroom. There is a gym there - or there usually is - to be true, I haven’t found time to see it myself yet. Just up these steps, doctor.
“This is the bridge. Not much to see at the moment since we’re moored in a home port and at anchor watch, but once we cast off you’ll see someone at each of these stations - helm, communications where the midshipman - yes, Mister, er Mister Barus, isn’t it?”
“Holley, sir,” said the midshipman, sweeping off his hat and bowing as low as he could. “Beg pardon sir but this message just came in.”
Jack took the offered slip of paper and read it. “Ah,” he said. “Mr Holley, do you know how to hoist the blue peter?”
Mister Holley started, almost dropping his phone. “The blue peter, sir? Yes, sir, Mister Wolfson put in a blue button in the communications panel.”
“Hoist the blue peter, then, Mister Holley,” said Jack. “Doctor, if you’ll forgive me, the officer’s recreation space is through that hatch, or if you’d prefer to unpack our quarters are just downstairs, I’ll let the sentry know to let you in. I’ll see you in the great cabin at eight bells for supper. In about twenty minutes,” he added, seeing Stephen’s puzzled face.
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