Marlize van Romburgh

At first, pitch darkness. He walks inside the bridge of the ship and lets his eyes adjust. Blackness surrounds him, but he knows that in a few moments he will start to pick out the recognizable shapes and lights. There are the windows, outlined by the moonlight reflecting off the water outside. There, too, are the bright flickers of red and orange and yellow of the instruments and radar equipment on the panel before him. And looking out of those windows onto the outside deck below, the dark shapes of his fellow cadets standing on night watch.