Still Cap’n Emery was digging down into the ship, deep into its viney heart.
& this time she was no longer asking for authorization.
She’d read that @ the core o’ the vines were golden grapes that melted into the most refined sweetness a tongue had e’er tasted, & had hoped that it’d give her a concoction that’d give Ma’isah a run.
But she was the only 1 who could know, which was why she didn’t ask her commander–who also seemed to be becoming a threat in these new times.
This was easier decided than done: her limbs were so used to obeying the authorizations that she hesitated @ every step, her mind staling with the dirtiness, the messiness o’ such seemingly wild actions.