Millershipper
Lost in cyberspace. What a lucky fellow am I.
Wilson watched the others carefully. Three fighting types likely handy enough when the bad stuff happened...but not likely able to crew the ship. He looked back at their captain. "Captain Noting, I am all for exploring the surface if we have the gear. Do we have everyone needed for crewing the ship?" He gave Danny a meaningful glance. "We have the ship's cook, if a bit young. How about the engineer? The riggers? The smith and wood wright?"
He grinned wryly. "I'm the pessimistic one, always looking for what's missing or could go wrong. And I'd hate to sign up on a venture only to be stuck somewhere." He glanced around the room, then back at those around their little table. "And I want to know if exploring the surface is the only thing on the books."
He grinned wryly. "I'm the pessimistic one, always looking for what's missing or could go wrong. And I'd hate to sign up on a venture only to be stuck somewhere." He glanced around the room, then back at those around their little table. "And I want to know if exploring the surface is the only thing on the books."