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Poseidon’s Beard
Pu‘iwa
Startled; astonished.
“Captain,” Ensign Carter announced, “we have stowaways! Cameras spotted them climbing aboard a maintenance ladder on deck two. Alerting security and assembling a team.”
Captain Morrison set down his coffee.
“Belay that,” he snapped. “Show me.”
The bridge’s big monitor flickered as the video rolled back to an empty service deck. Playing forward, a sleek head, then shoulders, then body of a young woman emerged over the planking as she climbed up the emergency access ladder along the ship’s hull.
Daintily, she stepped over the security gate and leaned on the handrail, waiting for her companion to catch up.
When the young man scrambled up next to her, shaking his head, she reached down and took his hand and led him to the corridor that
