The past week was a haze. Ever since Captain Podie had offered Vincent a position aboard his mother's old silver trading ship and taken it away before he could sign the contract, Vincent had felt distinctly more hopeless than usual. He'd forced himself to work his daily contracts, but now that he'd had an end … Continue reading Year 350 A.E., Rotation 54: Fancy Toast and Jazz Clubs →

Podie took his seat across from Vincent at the diner. He was wearing a new jacket, dark leather, not flashy, but clearly expensive. It reminded Vincent of his mother's coat. A letter, sealed in silver wax with the Silver Falcon's insignia pressed into the wax, stuck out of the young Captain's pocket. He took it … Continue reading Year 350, Rotation 47: The Coastrunner Legacy, Part 2 →