Chief Shan sat with a chalice in his hands, and a little bit of salt sitting on a night stand. It was difficult to have an altar on a submarine. For one thing, he didn't want anyone else to guess what it was, and for another, occasionally the boat shook which would scatter the salt, or knock over the chalice. He wasn't allowed to have a knife large enough to qualify as an athame, and nor was he allowed any candles, although he had two fake ones that lit little bulbs. He frowned. He had known he would give up his altar to go to boot camp, but he hadn't realized he would not have it for the rest of his career. He sighed, then spilt a little bit of salt between the two "candles" and put his chalice of water behind it. That would have to do, he thought. It was a full moon, so time for a ritual. He cleansed himself, and sat before the altar, and meditated on the glow of the fake candles. He couldn't even see the moon from underwater, which upset him more than he expected it to. Still, it would have to do. He couldn't expect shore leave every month.