A conversation between Zipnog, Thatchoder, and the Quartermaster

A rat squeaks as it deftly navigates along a beam running over the head of the Master-At-Arms. Who crouches to speak to Mr. Zipnog and the Quartermaster, who rests against the bulkhead his arms folded tight. Away from all others, three men conspire.

“We have before us an opportunity which can simply not be missed.” Insists Mr. Zipnog, “The interior is largely uncharted, its species uncatalogued. A scientist must join the mission.”

“That seems dangerous.” Cautions the Quartermaster, stroking the grey hairs on his chin.

“For science, one perseveres in hardship.” Zipnog recites.

“Wow Wendell, I admire your bravery.” Offers Mr. Thatchoder, both surprised and impressed.

“Oh no, not I, no. I will send an aide to collect samples and take notes for my next book.” Mr. Zipnog clarifies.

The Master-At-Arms says nothing, as his new found respect quickly evaporates.

“I brought aboard an odd fellow.” Zipnog continues, “Claims to be entune with the natural world. Some of the stories circulating amongst the crew are obvious exaggerations but thus far his weather forecasts have proved true.”

“I too have a volunteer who can be pressed into service.” Confirms the quartermaster. “With the masts stripped of their sails we have little use for his talents onboard. But I know the man, filled in for us in a pinch a few harbors back. A good reliable scout with a taste for danger.”

“Discipline is hanging on by a thread, we can all see that.” The three men share a knowing glance between them, as the Master-At-Arms continues with his assessment. “Too much longer out here and we’re going to have problems. Boredom leads to rowdiness, rowdiness to discord and discord to violence. I want the hired swords off my ship. Give them something to do, even if that task is guarding a group of feeble scientists mucking about in the snow.”

“What we’ve accomplished” snaps Mr. Zipnog ready to defend his life’s work from such vile slander.

“Hardly the time, my friends.” Interjects the quartermaster, acting as a mediator between two reluctant co-operators. “Come, follow me, we will present our recommendations to the captain together.”

With a wave of his arm, the quartermaster escorts the others up the ladder towards the wardroom.

To Be Continued…