Feb 22

“Good. Might as well put it to a vote then. All in favour of the revised plan?”

“Whoa ho! We don’t vote on my ship. ‘Cuz my ship ain’t a ruttin’ democracy.”

“All in favour of making this ship a democracy?” Five arms shot up.

“Six to one—that settles it.” Zoë smirked. “You know, sir. Think I’m liking this
civilized thing.”

“Bunch o’ insubordinates,” he muttered. But he was smirking into his coffee mug.