"C .O.B. give me a damage report."

Dianna took a breath and scanned her body. Her feet seemed okay and her knees as well. Her hips were stiff and her lower back was twinge. She tried to roll over and her shoulder screamed bloody murder. She sucked in a breath and forced her body to relax, breathing through the pain. When the blinding flash subsided to a thundering rumble, she pushed herself up to sit on the side of the bed.

"Looks like we will make it into work today, Captain," she murmured to herself. "C.O.B. has the con."

C.O.B., chief of the boat, or in this instance, chief of...