Bowditch’s aft steering station.  Note that it is completely uncovered.  In bad weather, when (not if) we lost
hydraulic steering power, the MSC crew would ‘elect’ a victim, lash his legs to the railing back here, and let
him keep us headed into the waves.  He was completely exposed back here.  The wheel was linked directly
to the rudder by a mechanical gear train.  Apparently, the designers figured the poor, elected wretch would
be so disoriented, that he wouldn’t even be able to decipher more standard nautical directional terminology.