GLADNEY SUBSIDED. PATTI Gray noted with dawning wonder that his face had lost the loathing and anger he had previously held toward the outlaw pilot.
“Look. Sea!” Rat said a few moments later. Gray was in her hammock. She twisted over as he moved bony shoulders aside to let her see through the vision port. A startlingly brief glimpse of glistening waters shot past, reflecting a dancing moonpath. A continent whirled into place on the plate. The skies were clear of other craft.
“Travelling fast!” she warned. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” Another body of water shot past them beneath. “That must be the Pacific. Where are you going to set down?”
“The ocean.” Rat didn’t turn his attention away from the plate. “Gladney you got bad memory too much. That’s why we passed half-way line full
