James Tedder’s day started as any other. He’d been working at the Commissariat for two weeks, had arranged for all the supplies and furniture he needed, had a lock on the door, and hadn’t set eyes on Toothless. The Indefatigable was still in port, he was going to get paper and pen and ink today and sit down after supper and write to his parents.
IndefatigableThe oatmeal he bought from the Stores was the same as the oatmeal they ate on the Indefatigable, but he didn’t have to add more water to make it go further. Sitting at his table, the one he bought from the Stores from his own pay, Tedder was allowing himself to feel a little accomplished. ‘By the time I’ve served my seven years, I should have quite some money saved. I’ll be able to start a business of my own, and maybe even go home to
