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hips with the aim of

any Corsair vessels encount

. Most of the time they found nothing, hearing rumors of Corsair sightings from passing loderunners and other traders on the fringes of known space, until three days ago – when they were finally heading back to a repair base wit

Captain was a tough, thick-skinned stubborn son of a bitch, it was him. ...And that's the way it used to be – the old Blaine... not the new one. Where was the Captain now? After hearin

Joe Lofflin to just try the handle and barge in – at least under normal circumstances... Blaine would've skinned him alive and nailed his hide to the outside of the door! But, after ringing the door chime continuously for twenty minutes, he eventu

was all over the ship: 'The Captain's given up on us, ' they were saying. Morale had taken a steep nosedive even before their predicament had become general kn

very well what Blaine

ge of bitterness to his voice. "Probably so smashe

ng kid! They deserve to hear it from you,

feel better. Then he put on aftershave and a clean, crisp set of uniform, and ran a brush over his short brown hair, and left his cabin. He would see

ck amidships, and took him all of five minutes, every step echoing in the strangely quiet and deserted corridors. He didn't see a soul on the way there, nor did he hear a sound of life – not even as he passed the – he felt all alone on this normally bustling and busy

vious attempt to see the Captain. Then he put his ear to the door and listened. He heard music... The words were drawled, American. If he st

elf. He turned the knob and opened it a crack, noticing that no light showed through the gap. Consequently, when he swung it open, the fact that it was the largest cabin on the ship – practically an apartment – having a lounge, dinette, bedroom and bathroom, went com

ving no answer, he took a few steps into the