It was the same warship that loomed over us at the last port. Manned, not robotic. They brought instructions for how our ship is to be handed over.
The port authority briefed our Captain this morning. We are to sail to the mainland, the gateway to the East, and turn the vessel over to the global transport service, based there.
Elijah is elated. He says it is exactly where we need to be next.
However the Captain thinks we won’t be able to go right away. He refuses to make the trip without shipments, and currently there are none from this port. And then there’s the matter of our trading without the mark.
It may be the final stumbling block.