Prompt: Hurt/Comfort, Ray Tracer and Captain Capacitor


"Hey, Capt'n,"

He looks up to find the Web Surfer standing before him, hand held high as if in greeting. Getting no reply, he lets it hang in the air, unsure.

The Surfer is not an awkward man. Quite the opposite; it's half the reason there's trouble aboard between their three passengers. But The Captian's mind was not in the mood for gossip that such love triangles bred today. Captian Name had failed in his duties today.

"The binome sucked outta the haul- Weren't your fault,"

Falsehoods and lies, but-

"Right on lad," he acknowledges,"There's other lives to save."