Log of the HIMA Tesla
Saturday, February 20
First Watch: Five Bells
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“That’s everything, I think,” I said, closing the door to my cabin before sinking exhaustedly onto my bunk. “I’ve talked with the crew, stowed what stores we will need for the flight home, and checked the envelopes for wear. Everything is as shipshape as it can be.”
Jack looked up from where he sat at the small desk that was bolted along one wall of my cabin. He raised a sandy eyebrow. I had an almost overwhelming urge to stroke the brow. “You don’t sound very happy.”
I considered my hands. “I don’t like lying to my crew.”
“Which is why I suggested you let me do it.” Jack set down his pen. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. When we first talked about this plan, I didn’t think about what it would mean to you. We don’t
