It takes part in my Space Accountant ‘Verse.
Names from Fourteen Minutes’ name generator.
It was easy, when the ship wasn’t raiding, for Genique to forget that she worked for pirates.
It wasn’t even that hard when the ship was raiding, because support staff like Genique were locked into their rooms while the raids happened, for reasons that were entirely unclear but that, to be fair, Genique didn’t look too closely at that lack-of-clarity. Numbers were where she focused.
It was very easy to focus on those numbers. The ship had such a tangle of them, such a jury-rigged bureaucracy, as if they had just picked someone and given them an office and a budget any time a need came up – and, looking at this place, they very likely had done just that.
So, when Genique was meeting withCleonorayen Clyd and a strange man walked in, it did not faze her or strike her as strange – until Clyd was bowing and so Genique was too. Clyd was the First Mate; that meant this had to be-
“Captain Anson.” Clyd rose from her bow.
“Who’s the new girl?” The captain didn’t look like a pirate, although none of them really did. He was clean-shaven, snappily dressed…
“Genique, sir. She’s an accountant.”
“Everyone starts in the Pit. Or in my cabin.”
“Yes, sir, but she’s been helping with the books.”
“Everyone starts in the Pit, Mate. Everyone. Send her to the Pit.”
Genique cleared her throat and risked a full glance at the Captain. Ten earrings in one ear, seven in the other; his skin was golden brown under black hair; his eyes were blue like the sky she could barely remember. Jayssey, then, and she was wearing no jewelry at all.
“If this one might be permitted to speak to the Captain?”
“Speak.” He was smiling, and his voice was amused. Good.
“This one has already done time in the Pit.” The Pit-Master had given what he called the short tour, but it had been twenty-four hours she would not forget.
“Then I guess you’re coming to my cabin.”
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