agreed to manage my late Uncle Stacey's shipyard," Daniel said, adjusting his volume as the crew fell silent as he resumed speaking. "He'll be hiring in the near future, I shouldn't wonder, and any of you who fancy staying on solid ground for a time might look him up. But for the rest of you . . ."
Adele smiled. She could've broadcast the speech through the Sissie's public address system, but Daniel obviously hadn't felt he needed mechanical support; and he'd been right, as he generally was with anything to do with ships or spacers.
He put his hands on his hips and leaned his torso back slightly, giving the assembled spacers a huge grin. "You'd have to be crazy to come with me!" he said. "You may think some foreign civilian would let you slack off, but think again! The Sissie's crew won't be working for Count Klimov, they'll be signing on with me personally, Daniel Leary. They'll be under RCN discipline