(no subject)
One would think that by taking on this trading contract, I stamped "Looking For Trouble" on my forehead in block letters. First, an invasion of my ship. Second, an explosion on my ship. I'm wondering what will come now - perhaps the crew is cooking up a plot to murder me? Well, paranoia will get me nowhere.
The deck is fixed, now, and with any luck we will cast off before the day is up.
The deck is fixed, now, and with any luck we will cast off before the day is up.