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would have given much worse, and my buttocks stung like fire. "I'll write it as improper hygiene. Alexi,
two extra for you."

"But I started it!"Sandy 's protest was from the heart.

"You ran into the corridor, which should have ended it.

Mr. Tamarov chose to follow. Alexi, how many does that give you?"

"Nine, Mr. Seafort." He was pale.

I growled, "Work them off fast, because I'm in no mood to overlook any offense." Ten would earn him a
caning, like I'd just been given; Alexi would have to be vigilant while he worked down his demerits. "Start
now; you have two hours before lunch."

"Aye aye, Mr. Seafort." They scrambled out of their bunks. In a moment they'd slipped on shoes and
jackets and departed for the exercise room, leaving me the solitude I'd sought. I rolled onto my stomach
and surrendered to my misery.
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"It's time, Mr. Seafort." Alexi Tamarov jolted me from my fretful dream, from Father's bleak kitchen, the
creaky chair, the physics text I'd struggled to master under Father's watchful eye.

I shoved away Alexi's persistent hand. "We don't cast off 'til midwatch." Groggy, I blinked myself
awake.

From the hatchway, Vax Holser watched with a sardonic grin. "Let him sleep, Tamarov. Lieutenant
Malstrom won't mind if he's late."

I surged out of my bunk in dizzy confusion. Reporting late to duty station would be a matter for Mr.
Cousins, and after the incident two days prior, Lord God help me if I called his attention anew. I glanced
at my watch. I'd slept six hours! In frantic haste I snatched my blue jacket from the chair, thrust my arms
into my sleeves as I polished the tip of a shoe against the back of my trouser leg.

"Why do we bother waking you?" Vax sounded disgusted.

I didn't answer; he left for his duty station in the comm room, Sandy Wilsky tagging behind him.

"Thanks, Alexi," I muttered, and nearly collided with him in the hatchway. I scrambled into the
circumference corridor and ran past the east ladder, smoothing my hair and tugging at my tie as I rounded
the bend to the airlock. I'd barely reached my station when Captain Haag's voice echoed through the
speaker.

"Uncouple mooring lines!"

Lieutenant Malstrom returned my salute in offhand fashion, his eye on the suited sailor untying our
forward safety line from the shoreside stanchion.