"Alright but let me get Zeke to help you. He's around here-"
"I can manage." He said cutting her off, her hand hovering over the intercom. "It'sonly ﬁfty feet." She thought on it for a moment then resolved the matter in her head.
"Okay but be careful." She said retuning once more to the windshield.
"Always am." He said disappearing into the darkness of the corridor. She sighed atthe truth of it all. He was always careful but rarely had the luck to go with it.
Dash made his way through the ship keeping one hand on the wall to his right. Afterthe initial numbness from waking in his bunk his body had ﬁnally caught up with him. Paincovered him like skin. It wasn't going anywhere so he'd better get used to it. He wascareful to avoid the access ladder leading down to the cargo deck and for one briefmoment stood without support and made it the three steps to the other side of the hole. Aclattering from the galley made him look up from his feet. He didn't appreciate the noisebut was thankful the door was open. The wheels that locked the pressure doors were hardenough to turn with both hands and a working body. Inside the galley her found Bernhardsurrounded by metal pans cursing under his breath.
"What the hell are you doing?." Dash asked stepping into the galley. Bernhardlooked up and his frown faded from his weathered, wrinkled face. It was replaced by relief,he'd never admit it but he had been worried about his friends son. He cared for the youngcaptain like he was family.
"You're awake. Figured you'd be out till at least the morning." Bernie said crouchingdown to pick up his mess.
"Well I like to keep everyone on their toes. Can't leave a crew captainless for longor anarchy ensues." He pulled out the chair at the head of the wooden table and easedhimself into it. "You do crazy things like save my ass and ﬁnish jobs."
"You were doing ﬁne, hell of a lot better than those fool in the warehouse." Berniesaid stacking pans into each other.
"I know I was about to get a lot more breathing holes. Was it you or Zeke who keptme solid?"
"Zeke took 'me all out. There's no denying how good a shot that boy is with a longriﬂe." Bernie thought about the ﬁrst mates skill before putting the pans into a high cupboardand locking it closed with a hinged wooden bar. "He helped me get you out of there badback to the ship."
"Thanks. I owe you one." Dash said. He twisted in the chair throwing his right armover the back, trying to stretch out his left side.