Deathwalker 5.2

            The only way I could think to do it was to get more information. Ter Dryst was right: I’d been running blind too long already. Once I knew more, I’d be able to make better decisions. I sighed and felt some of that manic energy drain away. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it dulled the instinctive panic. And the more I fleshed it out, the more in control I felt.
            The first thing I needed to do was to find out as much as I could about Caldlings, especially the captain. I closed my eyes. Ter Dryst had introduced us. I was sure of it. What had he said? Captain… Nather? Naythare? I made a rude noise. My brain definitely hadn’t been functioning yesterday. Looking up the captain would have to wait – I didn’t even know his name.
            Come to think of it, I didn’t even know the name of the ship I was on. I opened my eyes and scanned the room. It had the usual bare walls and minimal furniture of passenger quarters, nothing to indicate what type of ship it might be. Or more accurately, nothing to narrow it down from the dozens of models it might be. From the layout I’d seen on the walk here, it was some kind of trader and passenger combo. Unfortunately, that still left a lot of options. Sitting up, I looked again, a sinking feeling growing in my stomach.
            I was on a strange ship, heading to an unexplored sector, and I didn’t even know the name of the captain. If Neith or my family found out about this… I threw an arm over my eyes and fell back on the bed with a groan. I was never telling anyone about this. Ever.


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