Captain’s Log

Captain Miranda

Man o’ War

June 16, 2513

34, -66.7°

 

I don’t know what Comita is playing at.

The promised navigator arrived today, looking like something Kraken pulled out of the bilge water. If it wasn’t for her eyes I might have tossed her back. They are as golden as the center of the compass, and strangely compelling.

She tolerated the signing better than I anticipated. Marking her, I admit, could prove to be a mistake, but she won’t last a day without it, even with Orca keeping an eye on her.

On the other hand, she would not be the first Archipelago castoff to make a name for herself on this ship.

Let’s just hope she’s stronger than she looks.