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Katherine Amelia Smollet has always been prepared.
On the first day of kindergarten, she was in her seat, prim and proper, ten minutes before the bell rang, all five pencils neatly arranged at the top, right hand corner of the desk, perfectly sharpened. Her eraser, sharpener, ruler, and protractor were all similarly organized.
They used crayons the first day.
But needless to say, she was still prepared.
Such has been the case all of her life. She has never been caught unawares. She is ever ready for anything. And usually, more than ready.
Even when she found out that a voyage was being undertaken to discover the lost world of Treasure Planet, Amelia was not too terribly shocked. Life had taught her to expect the unexpected, and she was prepared for almost anything that was thrown at her. She'd taken voyages to find pet Zooba monkeys in the next galaxy over, when the thing had died twenty years ago underneath the owner's bed.
You can't surprise Amelia with anything more ridi
023. CatSo far, everything is incredible. It's just as I pictured it would be.
The Etherium is bright and clear, manta birds are squawking their glorious clamor. And the ship! Oh my, it's simply spectacular. I couldn't have asked for anything better!
The crew looks a bit unprofessional, though, but I'm sure the Captain can take care of that just fine.
Speaking of whom, that must be him! I walk up to a large Cragorian with a tricorn hat. This fellow looks like he can get a job done! He's of a powerful build and his face has that "you mess with me and I mess you up" sort of look to it.
Yes, this will do just fine.
"Good morning, Captain!" I say jovially, hoping to make a good and friendly first impression. "Everything ship-shape?"
The Cragorian turns to me and gives a slight smirk. Oh, dear, I hope it's not the space-suit. . . "Ship-shape it is, sir, but I'm not the Captain. The Captain's aloft."
I can't believe my ears! If this fine specimen of a spacer isn't the Captain, I can't imagine his su