Log of the HIMA Tesla
Monday, February 15
Forenoon Watch: Six Bells and a Smidgen
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Robert Anstruther once told me that it was funny how fate chose certain moments to listen in to one’s thoughts. It had certainly done so to mine—a wish to escape an unhappy childhood with an alcoholic mother had led me to places I had never in my dreams imagined. And at that moment, as I walked down the passageway toward the mess, I had an uncomfortably itchy feeling that fate had once again chosen the present to poke its head into my business.
“Captain!”
“Mr. Llama?” I winced when I spoke. Addressing the second engineer always left me with the regrettable feeling I was speaking to a child’s toy. I had a suspicion that the man in question wasn’t born with the dubious name he had given the Aeroc
