“That thing? You want to trade it in? I got a rowboat in back worth more than that!”
Fred was glad Kate dragged him away, the humiliating laugh following him out of the building and echoing in his head long after they left the space vessel dealership.
Fred and Kate stood on the tarmac at Alcheusk, both wondering how to get a hold of another ship. He was convinced the garbage scow would soon report their tug stolen, so they"d come to Alcheusk, renowned for its shady, used-ship dealers, hoping to trade it in for something slightly less conspicuous.
“It was a long shot,” Kate said, looking their tugboat up and down.
“Problem is,” Fred said, “this thing doesn"t look like a tugboat for a garbage scow. It just looks like garbage.” Dented, dinged, stained, and crusty, the tug looked ready for
