A Small Place in the Sun
George Grant sighed as he sat in his command chair in the pilot house of his ship, the Antelope. He idly scanned the various screens in front of him. His GPS, the two radar screens, and then he checked the instruments reading out the engine temperature, the oil, and the fuel levels. It was late into his night shift, and he was alone. He wasn't tired, just lonely up there looking out into the darkness of the night on a fairly calm sea.
Four hours on and eight hours off. He envied his four companions, at least they took their watches in pairs. Still, it was quiet and he could think about what was awaiting them at the end of this strange voyage. “Strange is putting it mildly.” He said aloud to himself as the thought struck him. He shook his head, took another sip of the now cold coffee in his cup and started to think about just how he ended up on this ship, sailing toward a very strange future that quite possibly could set him an