BigRod

Sweat beaded down Marcus's face. Not because of the relative heat of Conrad's office, but because of the relative heat of conversation. Conrad's fingers tapped slowly along the surface of his desk. One by one they fell and struck the mahogany surface, creating a sound like disconcerting raindrops dripping out of a leaky gutter. A wedding, a job, and a paranoid man in a shining suit. Tensions rise as our heroes approach the climax of their time aboard the I.S. Lucy. One way or another, things are about to get hairy.

I don't reckon money makes you happy. I guess folks have been saying that for as long as money's been around, but I don't think most folks believe em till it's too late. The true three thieves responsible for the recent heist aboard the Lucy are still at large, and enjoy the spoils of their freshly acquired income.

What makes a thing wrong. Is it wrong if nobody's really gettin hurt? If nobody really notices? Maybe you keep the truth from somebody cause you don't reckon they could handle it, is it better off that way? Tensions rise Aboard the I.S. Lucy when money goes missing and GowGung has to get involved.

When opportunity comes knockin at the door, it's far too difficult to keep that knocking sound under wraps. People hear things; rumors, whispers in the wind, the kinds of things you don't want em hearin, but at the end of the day, they're heard. Opportunity also doesn't always come dressed the same. Sometimes it's a kind old man showing you a chance to make somebody's day. Otherwise it's the same man, but not kind and elder, young, and spry, and out for himself. A man whose tuxedo is outshined by his greasy hair and who rolls a gold coin between his long gaunt fingers. When he comes knockin at the door he isn't there to show you some lady who needs help crossing the street, he's there to show you all the great things that could happen if you left that old lady to suffer. In that way I guess opportunity is a cruel word. It's one sided, it has a target. What might be an opportunity to some, is without a doubt, a detriment to others. BigRod's story continues aboard the I.S. Lucy as The Rat makes a profound discovery.

If anything could outshine the ridiculous extravagance of the I.S. Lucy, it was her clientele. The fourth installment of BigRod arrives as the first of the passengers begin to arrive aboard the I.S. Lucy, and BigRod meets someone who is sure to put him to the test.

Three weeks ain't a lotta time. It ain't quite a month, which ain't even one tenth of a year, which is only about one one hundredth of the amount of time folks get to live this life. Three weeks was, however, the amount of time it had taken BigRod to actually feel comfortable aboard the I.S. Lucy.

They say space is cold. Frankly that seems like an understatement to me, but for the sake of metaphor, let's leave it at that. No matter how cold they say space might be, the staff rooms on the I.S. Lucy were colder.

A humble introduction to a feared man. BigRod finds himself working for pennies until he gets an offer worth thinkin' about.