You want the truth? You can't handle the conning tower! Son, we live in a world that has navigational charts, and those charts have to be interpreted by experienced officers. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Ensign Watson? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the engine room, and you curse the torpedoes. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that a single misjudged turn, while tragic, could lead us straight into enemy...