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“I don't care what kind of signal it is,” growled the captain. “I'm not spending the whole day flying
through this crap. If you can't lock on in sixty seconds, get us the hell out of here.”



A particularly violent updraft banked the craft thirty degrees. Ghandi lost his balance. He lunged
sideways, mashed his face into the captain's shoulder, inhaled the stench of a freshly spirited odorant bag.
The smell alone almost knocked him back in the opposite direction.



The captain glared. “If you can't stand a bit of turbulence, Ghandi, then strap yourself in!”



Ghandi exhaled slowly, turning away to hide his anger. This captain had a nasty temper, but
corresponding displays from his crew were not tolerated. Even a mild grimace from Ghandi could gyrate
the captain into a full-blown tantrum.



And the man had a smell that would frighten children.



Ghandi wore an odorant bag, too; most pirates kept a hybrid of foul scents looped around their belts—a
symbol of their particular clan, a badge of the true Costeau. Still, Ghandi removed his odorant bag once
in a while . . .



“It's back!” yelled the pilot. “And I've got a fix.”



The captain grunted.



“Six or seven miles to the southwest,” said the pilot, “right whereDenver squeezes itself against the
mountains.”



“One of our ships?” asked the captain.
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