Nelson Slade Bond was a writer, primarily of short stories, antiquarian bookseller, and playwright. His works included books, magazine articles, and scripts used in radio, for television and on the stage.
The 1998 recipient of the Nebula Author Emeritus award for lifetime achievement, Bond was a pioneer in early science fiction and fantasy. His published fiction is mainly short stories, most of which appeared in pulp magazines in the 1930s and 1940s. Many were published in Blue Book magazine, though Bond largely retired from fiction writing after the 1950s. He is noted for his "Lancelot Biggs" series of stories and for his "Meg the Priestess" tales, which introduced one of the first powerful female characters in science fiction.
At first I wasn't clicking with this story because Captain Chaos was acting too much like a Marty Sue. And then I found out He was really a Mary Sue!
Maybe even a Mary Read.
N.S. Bond is riffing here on all those Historical Tales of Famouse Female Pirates. And it does suit the Tone of the Story.
And he is the guy who wrote all those Lancelot Biggs stories, which have that Familiar Days of The High Seas feel to them. As does thus story.
So an Enjoyable story, and a Well Written one which I enjoyed. It was nice to see a Woman stepping forth and proving Herself to being a Cut Above her felliw crew members. Those Bumbling Seafaring Male Spacers.
If I have any complaint about this story, it's that N.S. Bond snuck Ann DeLaney on board the spaceship in a typical Traditional Female Domestic Role, as a Mess Cook. That is how She won over the Hearts of the Male Crew. With her wonderful Domestic Cooking.
And she had other sterio-typical, negative "Female Traits" about Her that singled her out as being an "Odd Sort of Man .
So not a perfect story, but considering the usual historical portrayal of Femal Characters in Classic Golden Age Sci-Fi Pulp stories, it's definitely a breath of fresh air.
That oth as lasd day at autmn war there friend were rain cold and blood there were dew soil and yallow leaf and many hungry moon needed to cook to food to peace but summer was far and many hungry grave open to sad winter and many lonly night sing hungry the gray cloud fight hungry blind and river of blood flood again and again and i were a wing of travel over many alian earth my sweet heart cary many letter from our lover just take me moon with y to kiss sun over many sowrd to peace and pray at my hand cary life faithful to luck and fate to light candle over many hungry grave and parphan the peace and cook to hungry soul by pray to peace then jasmin will be more jelous my wing rest at ma home and dark fly over far but my candl light to peace