At least the Captain knew what she was doing, he told himself.

Sometimes the captain just didn't know when to take care of himself.

Better than anyone else, the captain knew how quickly time was running out.

The captain knew what kind of chance he was taking.

A captain would never know where the potential attack was coming from.

As if that captain would know what questions he wanted to ask.

Of course she didn't have one, but the captain would never know that.

And he did it better than the captain would ever know.

The captain certainly knew more about this than he did.

The captain had known this man in earlier days, even if only through books.