IT was another sunny day. right smack-dab on the equator. The captain had cleared everyone's duty schedules to enjoy some fun in the sun on deck and in the waters around the ship. But Joint Task Force 0 was mustered up under a tent set up on deck. A meal fit for a Norse banquet was laid out, with the proportions that could satiate Fenrir himself. The Captain, a rugged man of the age of 42 sat in a lounger under the awning, reading a technical article on the engine of the ship, while JTF-0