C89 Stumbling upon pirates

On the bridge of the Uragiri, Lyssandra Bal sat in a simple, uncushioned command chair. There was nothing pleasant about her ship. All amenities had been stripped away. If it didn’t make the ship go faster, shoot more, or defend itself better, it had no place. Even the bunkrooms were nothing more than racks of simple hammocks, packing the men and women in as tightly as sardines