Sleep hard, not well, and forget those Cream of Wheat breakfasts. (More notes from the Regular Vein.)

What Foget saw in the warm darkness, while keeping watch aboard the Regular Vein, and which ended with a sickening sound. It’s bromide to say the truth is more strange than fiction, but those people don’t read much fiction.

The Regular Vein plows on. Relative velocity to the world? Zero.

A ship manned by (among others) Foget, and the Port-sands Mariner.