"Carry on," growled Captain, moving past the effete nancyboy in annoyance. Bloody hoopkisser. His First was a deserter from the UCAS Navy, and still followed regulations meaningless to a pirate boat. Who cared about such drek? As long as the crew instantly obeyed his every command, Captain didn’t give a frag if they washed or stood straight. Damn idjit. At least the gleeb had stopped shaving every day. It was a waste of good hot water.