Demi:
Navigator, plot us a course for blue water. We're going deep.
Bavenod:
Aye, sir.
Demi:
Who the hell are you?
Bavenod:
Bavenod, sir.
Demi:
Where'd Command scrape you up from?
Bavenod:
I came off a November.
Demi:
Really?
Alex:
You traded a nuke for a smoker?
Bavenod:
I heard the best crews in the Navy sail diesels. I wanted the chance at one before they're all gone.
Alex:
[sarcastically to Demi]
You see? Dreams do come true.
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