Captain Morrow looked up as his crew thronged his office, guava juice trickling down his chin and splattering on his snacking china below.
"This better not be about my ship again!"
"No, um," Dooley, the head engineer, started, then he took a napkin from his pocket and dabbed Captain Morrow's chin.
Captain Morrow stared--flummoxed. "Why?!"
"Guava juice! Alternative fuel source! ...Potentially."
"For?"
"The... tangerine, sir?"
"This better not be about my ship again!"
"No, um," Dooley, the head engineer, started, then he took a napkin from his pocket and dabbed Captain Morrow's chin.
Captain Morrow stared--flummoxed. "Why?!"
"Guava juice! Alternative fuel source! ...Potentially."
"For?"
"The... tangerine, sir?"