Dylan Riley
Dylan hummed as the pot bubbled away. Jaden may be the Captain of the ship, but in this kitchen, he was an Admiral. Or so he told himself, anyway.
None questioned his mastery of the culinary arts, and whenever people complained about the food, it had more to do than the limited resources than the quality itself. Food, after all, cost money, and on longer journeys had to be rationed, so there were many days when he had to make simple oatmeal or pasta. Not this day, however.
He brought up a display on his wrist computer, to quickly check the time. He lifted the lid on the pot, stirred it, then closed it again. Only a few more minutes. To pass the time, he switched over to his wrist computer's app for some sort of farm management game, and frowned bitterly when he realized he had forgotten to check it yesterday. All of his crops were dead.
With a sigh, he began tapping away to clear them up, and replant them anew...
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
10-Jun-2020 21:10:57