The S.S. Gazellehorn was never a particularly quiet spacecraft - especially with the pirates on it bickering or arguing in some way nearly 24/7. But, tonight, it was almost uncomfortably silent. Glimpsing over at a clock; it read 2:25am, meaning everyone was probably asleep.

Except for the diligent captain, Ray, who was awake in the cockpit of the ship, watching the screen in front of the wheel project the images of space before their unit, and the stars surrounding it. The ex-prince knew he could just put it on autopilot and call it a night, but there was something so soothing about gazing out into the void of the universe. It was as though the constant river of his thoughts was allowed to flow without drowning him.