"You'll be fine," Lucy repeated.
Brad's eyes were rolling up inside of his head - not a pretty sight.
In moments his sick was all over the floor.
I shrieked as it touched the tips of my boots.
"Oh for heaven's sakes, grow a backbone will you?" Lucy grumbled.
I shook yellow-green droplets off my good work boots and ambled over to a
port-hole window. The last few clouds fell away to reveal the stunning ebony of space dotted with a thousand pinpricks of light - stars. Somehow seeing them like this made it so much more real.
How in God's name did I get here? I was a nobody. A nothing - a cook from the edges of the garbage dumps.
And now I was leaving my only family behind. The only one I had left - my Father.
I screwed my eyes shut as tears threatened to spill down my face. I felt Lucy's eyes penetrating the back of my head.
"Right then!" I pivoted on one heel to face her.
"Take me to your kitchen!"
Lucy narrowed her eyes.
"Captain. Ma'am." I stammered.
"Yes..." She let the word hang as she beckoned me on through the hall.
The metal floor clanged beneath my heavy boots.
"Nice ship you've got here..." I attempted, trying to break the ice.
I was answered by a grunt.
Swallowing, I decided to keep my mouth shut......