Page 332 of Commander’s Mate
“I can love objects.”
Scarlet stood behind him.
“That explains your personality.”
Pyrr turned.
“You came.”
“I heard there was piracy.”
“Requisition.”
“Piracy.”
Harper entered with three slates and the expression I had learned meant someone’s plan was about to become more complicated.
“Before anyone steals anything—”
Pyrr looked wounded.
“Why does every sentence now begin that way?”
“Because you keep trying to steal things without enough beds.”
“It has two thousand.”
“After cargo conversion.”
“Yes.”
“How long does conversion take?”
Silence.
Harper looked at the engineer.
“Chief?”
“Forty hours with a full yard team.”
“We do not have a yard team.”
“No.”
“How long with us?”
“Five days.”
Pyrr groaned.
Harper continued.
“Water recycling?”
“Designed for eighty crew.”
“So two thousand rescued people would die of thirst in a ship we successfully stole.”
