A day later Drake was sitting in his cabin when the door chime sounded. He checked who it was and saw Jacobs standing in the corridor. He opened the door and gestured for his longest serving crewmember to come in and take a seat.
“Jacobs, how’s it going?” he asked.
“It’s going pretty well, Captain. It’s a little strange having people to talk to about… well, about everything. It’s good though.”
Drake smiled. “I’m glad. I know we used to speak about it but it was never the same as you having someone else in the same position to talk to. At the same time I kind of wish you were still the only one who’d fallen to the Azimuth.”
“Me too, Captain. But it is what it is. So we take something bad and make it good.”
“That seems to be the ship’s new motto!”
Jacobs smiled, then pulled so
