Lord Nelson's Arms - A large traditional pub at the edge of the Militarised zone.

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In a darker, quieter corner of the room, three men were sat. The flag officer Vance Sinker, his executive officer Denholm Desley (or Des, as he was called by friends) and Commander Arthur Thatcher were sat around the table, having a friendly chat.
"You mind telling us how the hell you survived out there?" asked Desley, eager to hear the story of how Thatcher escaped a sticky situation in space, which almost left him dead and undiscovered. Thatcher quietly decided not to tell them, just to annoy them. "Aye, tell us yer tale ye secretive bugger, so I can find out why ye were allowed so much leave." Thatcher took a long drink from his bottle of whiskey, which made Sinker raise his brow. "Those gals wont like you getting back on that stuff again..." Thatcher had a quick glance around the room, just to make sure they weren't there. Sinker smirked at this. "Hey Des, Admiral's behind you!" Desley jumped up and swung around, and then finally laughed. "Very funny mate..." He sat back down, eyeing Sinker cautiously. "Yer bloody gullible Des, you know that?" "And this is coming from the man who was slapped by ensigns when he was a lieutenant..." Sinker smirked again, recalling a memory. "Oi Des, remember when you walked out the air-lock 'cause navi told ye we were docked? We had a right laugh." Well...you can't have had all your time in the BAF without a small mistake..." Thatcher smiled."Small? Walking out of the air lock is pretty stupid..." "Officer on deck!" Desley jumped to his feet, as many others in the bar did too. Sinker chuckled. "You bloody idiot Sinker, you'll get yerself chucked if ye don't behave yerself here. No more beer for you..." Thatcher quickly grabbed the bottle, and downed it, while the other members of the bar sat down again, looking slightly annoyed with Sinkers' trick. "Very bloody funny you idiot..." Suddenly Desley stood up again. "Oi Vance, the Dreadnought's unmoored and flying into that gunboat!" Thatcher looked up, and had the same look as surprise. But Sinker didn't move. He kept his back to the window. "You novices. Ye can't trick me that easily." Suddenly there was a loud crunching sound, as the 5000 lbs of Dunkirk steel collided with a small gunboat which was moored up safely. Sinker swung around. "Aw bloody hell." Thatcher chuckled. "Isn't that the Anker..." Thatcher looked again, and then his jaw dropped. The small gunboats' side was dented, and the paint was gone along it starboard wing. But Dreadnought had finally come to a halt, undamaged. "Oh God, I just had that repainted! And I think Dreadnought may have damaged the liquor stores!" Thacher quickly got up and ran to get to the Anker, and Desley also hurried away, but Sinker sat, seemingly untroubled. "Meh, it's my holiday... Let Des take care of it..."