The blustery south-easterly flung the salty spray over the starboard bow as the Daring Class destroyer, DO4 pitched headlong into the five metre swell, dousing the crew members scurrying to secure the foredeck. The Tasman Sea was living up to her reputation. Down below, off-duty sailors were either busying themselves with ablutions, losing their pays at poker or flopped on their bunks (or the deck) reading unmentionable titles. But most were in the...