JAS WAS LYING ON HER bunk in her cabin, beyond exhausted and trying to sleep, when there was a knock at the door. She wearily got to her feet and pushed it open. What she saw snapped her awake. Two of the crew had brought Haggardy to her. First Mate Haggardy, technically now the master of the ship.
“Bring him in,” she said, returning to her bunk.
She’d almost forgotten about the man. Nearly every crew member of the Galathea had been accounted for. The infected officers they knew of were all dead, though there was a question over exactly who else might have been infected. The rest of the crew had survived without life-threatening casualties.
And then there was Haggardy.
“I know what you’re thinking,” said the first mate.
“You do, do you?” Jas leaned back on her arms. “What’s that?”
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