The Captain's Grave

It's really just a sack. A shimmery grey material, heavier than silk but less than canvas, with the collar that seals it closed. You could bunch it up and hide it under your shirt.

As Camus returns, she says that Dante has assumed command of the ship. He's giving orders and the ship is making for port, heading for Maellock, on the north side of the archipelago. It's his home, and more than a week ago. It's definitely taking you away from where you were wanting to go.

"Are we just going to stand around and let Dante control the ship and us?" Glancing at Celia he adds, "And then there's the matter of Celia. We should arrive at some kind of decision already. Do we trust her or not? And if so, the ship is going in the wrong direction."

Cordell will take the shimmery grey material and collar and take it back to the medical bay to utilize on the captain's remains, as a way of preserving his corpse and to store it safely.

At Resalon's outburst, the nano simply says, "I won't abide a mutiny. I don't really like Dante either, but he outranks us both. The only one with more seniority is Adil, isn't it?" The doctor shakes his head. "I don't trust CB, but it doesn't really make a difference. Any mission she could have arrived to as late as a year from now isn't exactly pressing. I'm more worried about making sure the ship is safe from The Flying Cragworm, repaired, and resupplied, than heading into an unknown danger."

"Fair enough," Resalon replies. He can't see anything wrong with Cordell's assessment.