Looking down on the colourful camp of tents, the Captain sighs. From her vantage on the bridge she can see much of the outlying land that will become their future home. Overgrown plains speckled with wildflowers. Distant blue mountains. Down below, the specks of the colony meander back and forth, stripping the ship of its components. Little do they know of the disaster unfolding in quartermasters.
‘Everything alright, Ma’am?’ asks her First Mate.
‘Can you keep something to yourself?’
‘I suppose.’
The Captain closes her eyes and swallows. ‘Someone forgot to pack the coffee.’
Paddy Dobson
26th March 2021