Stroking the ferret under the chin, Emile saw an ork sailor snap a salute to an officer. The norm male was using a lightpen to check off items on the flatscreen of a pocket computer that was lashed to his belt. Originally, Emile thought the bondage an odd affectation before watching a dwarf gunner trip on a loose rope, which sent the box of clay skeets for the captain’s evening shoot flying out of his hands and over the railing into the sea.