Tuesday June 10, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Part I: Wet Feet


Captain Tagon:Patch me back through to Pi. We need to speed this up.
Ennesby:Serendipity. He's calling now, sir.
Pibald:Captain, I was right. Someone sabotaged the Catcher, and it fired three crates through the team at twenty meters per second. Minor injuries only. . . Praise Andreyasn for good armor.
Pibald:We're offline until I've got new hardware. Don't wsorry. . . I'll be checking it out throughly. . . a couple of days of scanning, at least.
Captain Tagon:I want "speed up," he calls to say "all stop," and you say this is "serendipity?"
Ennesby:Humorous irony, sir. My mistake.