Chapter: Crafting a Plan

Sam Sarkozi staggered out of his bunk and felt the immediate urge to vomit. It was unlike standard nausea since it tasted like he was dizzy, and it sounded like his stomach was churning.

The urge mercifully passed a few seconds later, and he was able to focus on the nearby bulkhead for several seconds before his mind sharpened enough that he felt confident he could keep his feet beneath him en route to the bridge.

Using measured paces, Sarkozi reached the strange shi...