“What in the world is that?” Hugh asked, staring at the screen, where a steel-blue ship with a bright gold stripe down its long axis and some kind of curly gold lettering on the bow was easing toward its docking space. “I’d say a yacht, but it’s too big for that.” Ky looked at the message marker coming up on the armrest of her command chair, tapped for access, and grinned. “It’s the Courageous, and its captain says they’re Ransome’s Rangers,” she said. “The other two are the Furious and the Glorious.
I definitely want to sign up with Ransome's Rangers!
A fanfare if you please... Ta Dah!
