----- Original Message -----
From: "Bruce Johnson"
> >>
> >> Shawn grinned.
> >>
> >> "You know how self centered we all are."
> >>
> >> Shawn got a beersii and whatever drink Ilane wanted befo sitting down.
> >
> > Lysia shakes her head with a smile, "I was certain," she says
> > seriously, "when I was shanghied for this crew I was garanteed the only
> > self-centered postion aboard."
> >
>
> Ricardo laughs. "Lysia, you might want to look up 'Shanghaied' in the
> dictionary. It's right there next to the section on 'Recruiter Promises
> and other total myths'.
>
> He continues. "We're going to lift as soon as we get a course plotted
> and a takeoff and orbital slot assigned, probably sometime this
> evening. I'd get the letter in the post."
"Shanghaied - Verb, Old Earth coloquialism: To force a person by drugs,
alcohol or other trickery to become a sailor on a ship. Shanghaied..."
She pauses a moment thinking, "You're right there is no garantee, expressed
or implied, offer void in the State of Maine and the Province of Quebec,
allowing for specific ships privilages or rights as the soul self-centered
person aboard."
"Mon Dieu." A shocked look followed by a thin grin crosses Lysia's face,
"Clearly I was not Shanghaied."
"Excellent, I'll run this letter over to the little red box on the corner
after we have some lunch."
Lysia wipes the weapon down with a rag before slinging it across her back
and taking a deep breath, "So who's the poor unfortunate who gets to hold my
hand during atmospheric transit?"
Lysia David
