Linda
Linda was sat next to Michelle on the gym mats, their backs resting against the wall. They weren’t talking, they had exhausted almost all conversational topics in their time aboard this ship and there was nothing left to talk about.
She found herself starting to doze off, when the cargo hold doors opened and two men walked in. As only a few of the women in the hold had translators, Linda rose from where she sat and approached the two men.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Yes, we are looking for Linda.” One of them answered.
“Well, I’m Linda. Why are you looking for me?”
The same man answered her, saying “The captain requested your presence in the mess, would you come with us please.” He then turned towards the door, expecting her to follow.
Placing her hands on her hips, she lo
