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*The captain's room is dark. He hasn't bothered to light more than one candle, the single flame illuminating his face with a sickly yellow glow, and is huddled in his chair with one of the red bedsheets drawn up over his knees. Occasionally he coughs, a nasty, hacking smoker's cough which has been made a great deal worse by his being exposed to a massive rainstorm yesterday, and then his unscheduled dip into the water a few hours ago. The sodden clothes are still dripping slowly from where they are hung on the wall. In his hand he holds the little device he found wrapped up on his desk, and is somewhat blearily playing with the buttons*