"So, Ryven, I offer you a choice." Titus said, his eyes focused intensely on Ryven's eyes. You can join my crew, and work and learn the trade of manning and one day commanding a ship. Or you can tell me to fuck off and take your chances in the streets. I won't persuade you with some nonsense about familial duty. Your family failed you. You owe me nothing."
Ryven wanted to tell him to fuck off. He wanted to express his fury at his abandonment and the death of his closest kin and friend. He wanted to. Yet, the chance to command, to lead, and even more, to carve a bloody swath through space, eventually won out.
Ryven calmly spoke, "When do I start?"
No comments:
Post a Comment