Nervously Peggy followed the Wren Petty Officer into the busy office. It was a scene of frantic, but apparently organised, activity.
Weeks of training, tepid baths, rain-soaked parades and poor food, had led to this drab, grey headquarters. This was not what she had expected from naval life.
The Petty Officer stopped. "This is who you'll be working for, the Staff Operations Officer, Coastal Patrols." she announced.
The figure behind the signal-strewn desk got wearily to his feet, then smiled, "Fancy seeing you here."
Suddenly life seemed brighter. The nameplate on the desk read "Lt. J. Walker".