Adrift in the Dream, Mead, Not Beer
The ship’s bell rang twice at the announcement that someone wished to board. “I’ll get it, Captain.” Sandwolf stood from his engineering console and went down the short passage to the deck access.
“Thank goodness she has arrived. I’m about to starve with that delicious fish smell coming from the galley.” The feline licked his lips and his tale shivered with anticipation. “I’m gonna miss his cooking.”