Yes, I must admit that I haven’t the will to take finger to tablet and write more about my experiences here on this ship since… well, you know. Her.
But enough of sulking like a love-struck teenaged boy. Am I not traversing through one of life’s wonders, the vastness of space itself?
As it so happens, we have still not reached Zubanaljanubiyy. In fact we are nowhere near even one tenth of the way there. That is just how vast space can be at times.
Not much has happened and the only exciting moment we have had was when someone had the bright idea of swimming in the water tanks on deck 4. It was all fun and games at first but when Crewman Cadman drowned, things quickly turned sour. Many more would have drowned if not for the three aqua-dwelling crewmembers from Poseidon. They had gills but I wasn’t sure if they were surgical or natural. There just was no doubt that they were good swimmers.
I was intrigued. I decided I wanted to talk to them and find out more. I tried to find a free moment when I could ask one of them down for a drink at the mess, but the chance never seemed to appear.
And then amazingly, while walking down the corridor from my latest shift back to my quarters, I saw one of the Poseidonites… together with a Qastas. I had no idea there were any Qastas on the ship. I knew this was my moment. I seized it.