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“Navigator, what can you tell me?” Captain Samuels turned a very direct gaze towards Wayne Hubert, the
ship's Navigator. Captain Samuels had a very direct gaze.
“I am running a third degree retrorelational analysis of the transspatiional references. It won't be done for a
The navigator wished Captain Samuels would just go away and leave him alone.
“Is that going to tell us where we are?”
The Navigator did not reply nor did he attempt eye contact. Most of the crew would have been terrified to
disrespect the Captain like that, but navigator Wayne Hubert did not see that it would make all that much
Jack Hutchings watched this exchange without offering any contribution of his own. As First Mate of The
Fair Winds he was on paper immediately under Captain Samuels. In actuality Captain Samuels was as far
above him as God was above a rancid earthworm.
Jack saw that the Captain had finished his one-way conversation with the navigator. Now he had a chance to
encourage the beleaguered Navigator.
“Wayne, I just want you to know that when life support on The Fair Winds starts to give out, I am going to
kill you myself. Maybe with you dead, I can live a little longer. But of course if you actually find a habitable
planet or get us back on our intended course, then I will let you live.”
“You people act like I got The Fair Winds lost on purpose.” Whined the navigator. “You should be giving
me emotional support in a time like this.”
“Why are you having a meeting without notifying me? I demand free, unfettered access to any and all ship's
meetings.” Mike Paulson, passenger and de facto pain in the neck, had not mastered the art of small talk.
“Mike, you have no more rights than anyone else on this happy ship.” The First Mate took the trouble to
answer mainly because it would keep Mike from talking for just a minute.
“The free press has an inalienable right to any and all information on this ship. Don't make me show my
press pass!! And I just might mention you in my blog.”
A slow smile came over First Mate Hutching's face. “The complete and unvarnished truth is, The Fair Winds
is a cultural survey ship on its way to do a preliminary cultural survey on the twin worlds of Calder and
Grant. The passengers are mainly academic types in anthropology and neo-classical sociology. You were
included to record the natives' reactions to this survey.
“Or rather, we we re on our way to the twin worlds of Calder and Grant. Until our distinguished” Hutchings
rolled the word “distinguished” off his tongue like a choice morsel “navigator miscalculated a hyperspace
jump and landed us in the middle of nowhere. He at that point could have simply performed the exact
obverse of the jump just completed and we would have been back where we were. But no, he decided to just
go on from the middle of nowhere. When that did not come out right, he tried another jump without
checking his calculations. Now we are so lost that we aren't even sure how lost we are. We are out of
contact with the rest of the known universe, including your precious blog.”
“Mommy, why are people yelling at each other? You told me that wasn't nice.” Three year old Eldon
Smythe was a good boy, and he firmly believed other people other people should have to be good too. He
and his mother had walked by the open door to the bridge of The Fair Winds when this discussion was doing