Navarre entered his quarters at nearly a drag. He was removing clothing as he walked towards his bedroom. Sitting down, he reached over and punched the intercom button. "Bridge." "Bridge, Captain." Came the swift response. He was too tired to recognize the voice or even care. "Ship wide." He ordered. He waited for a moment. "Ship wide, Captain." "This is the Captain to all hands. Hear this. This intercom sounds off one time in the next six hours; whoever makes that call is going to have their arms pulled off. Do not disturb! That will be all." He pressed the button off, pulled back his comforter and basically fell over, wrapping the comforter about himself with a soft smile. Sleep was almost instant at this point, even more so with the blood wine in his system.