Arms, legs, the usual.
I also seem to be running the site.
I may get around to writing some actual stories at some point.
Captain Chessington stood behind her desk, her face stern as she listened to the report from the Quartermaster.
"You are quite sure, Mr Jones," she queried, willing him to retract even a sentence of the report he had just made to her. "I'd best do this in person," he had insisted and she was glad he had.
"Quite sure, ma'am," he said quietly. "I'm sorry."
"How long can we hold out?"
"A week, maybe two."
"Unless," she tapped her chin with a long finger, "someone does something radical." She pondered in silence for a moment before returning her gaze to the petty officer. "Thank you, Jones. You'd best get back to your duties."
"CAPTAIN ON DECK!" Crewmen and women scrambled to their feet as Chessington descended on the ship's brewery like the hand of God.
"I don't care how this idea got into your heads," she said quietly, "but, as of now, you will cease production of this lager filth and make some real damn beer or rot in the brig until I kick you off this godforsaken tincan at Starbase 24. Clear?"
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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Comments (6 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Sorry about the pun. I just couldn't resist.
- #543 Posted 3 years ago
Ha! Kept me wondering until the end. Great stuff.
- #546 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
brewing mutiny.. ha..heh.. punny.
- #553 Posted 3 years ago
Couldn't help but chuckle at this!
- #570 Posted 3 years ago
This conflict between Captain and crew seems to have them at lagerheads!
- #589 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
I didn't quite follow, but I get it now. Probably cause I'm not much of a drinker. I did like the gender equality going on here.
- #628 Posted 3 years ago
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