The 'Ferrous.Wheel' made her departure slowly.
None of Ian's crew seemed too keen on bothering him
as he sat, looking thoughtful, in the Captain's seat.
They plotted a course for Bering, through Bretonia and Liberty.
Planning to perhaps stop in New London and see if they couldn't scare up some decent cargo.
Ian thought about Theobald, and how he had instantly liked the man.
Perhaps it was his determination, or his love for his vessel.
Ian wasn't sure. But he was sure that he had a great respect for Theobald. "Perhaps we'll meet again."
He whispered to himself, staring out at the vast expanses of space.
He paid very little attention to his usual job of commanding,
instead delegating the job to someone else.
But eventually he couldn't stand watching space fly by anymore,
and he retired to his quarters, tired from the hustle and bustle,
having told his crew to do whatever they see fit,
but to not disturb him until they reached Bering.
He was glad to have met Theobald, and even more glad to have been able to help him.
