This ship was pointless. A useless crew working for a worthless, overbearing company in a dead-end job. At least Curly was there.

Jimmy didn’t know how to feel about Curly. The two had known each other for years, but now Curly was the captain. Jimmy hated him.

It was early morning, and Jimmy went into the cockpit. The door slid open and then shut behind him. Jimmy sat down in the co-pilot’s seat.

“Hi.” His voice was controlled and even.