I hang my head over the side of the ship, and the first mate of human resources finds me swinging there. “I’m the first mate of human resources,” he says. He flips me across his broad shoulders, walks me down into the hull, and carries me to his office. I haven’t been carried in such a very long time. “Sit here,” he says, placing me on his sofa, “until you’re fit to function.” The human resources cabin is mostly bare. A large poster on the wall features a cat with a peg leg paw. “There is no Purr in Pirate!” reads the caption.
