He tells Sharda about her needing to go with Bart in the morning to gather Lord Percy to the ship. He knows Paris will line up Bart for the same thing. It takes a bit of time to get Dame Gidikki and her gear bundled into a cab to take her down to the ship, and then Krikor heads back to the hotel... ...walking, because it isn't *all* that far, and he likes to be out and about as much as possible. His mind is occupied by figuring the best way to make money for the crew while making this run, such that the company perhaps would like to keep them on. Speculative cargo is the best way. Purchased with their own money, and shipped on the ship at regular rates to keep the ship full, and make as much money as possible for the company. But then to sell the cargo at each stop and make the money for the crew. It could work... He'd run his ideas by Paris. She'd think him too generous probably, but that was the way he was. 73 tons of cargo they would need to ship, buying as much as they could afford based on availability and their destination. That would mean his capital would be expended on the shipping fees alone. So maybe they start smaller, or use some of the ship's capital as their seed... He'd think about that too. Maybe everyone would chip in their initial pay, since they would be aboard ship and not need cash, and that would allow them to use some of the funds... Better to allow the merchant minds work on it all. He entered the hotel, waved at the concierge and bell man and rode the elevator to his room. He knocked, in case Paris had beaten him there, and then entered. A shower did sound good...especially since he'd be confined to the shipboard freshers after tonight. He stripped off his garments, turned on the water and after allowing it to steam, entered the stall with a contented sigh... Time passes as he turns into a prune... Sasha
