It’s another quiet day for much of the party, while Max runs around trying to find a cargo to take on the journey.
“It ain’t going to be so easy,” Max says over breakfast. “Noctocol is another of these shitty exotic atmosphere chemical worlds. So it’s going to be tough to find something that they’ve got here that they’d want there. I’ll give it my best shot though.”
“I also need to make the next instalment on the ship as well as it’s due in four days. We don’t want to fall out with Hortalez already.”
Max is gone all day, as is Arvor who is still looking for mail.
Once again, everyone meets up for a late dinner to discuss how they got on. There are a few long faces among the attendees:
“I struck out,” says Max sadly. “Spent the whole day haggling over some more Ruthenium and some processed oil, but couldn’t get him down below wholesale. I had to pass on it, so we’ll be shipping 20 tons of empty space.”
“I didn’t manage to find a mail contract either,” Arvor adds. “A couple of days isn’t usually long enough to track them down.”
“I’m also missing one low berth passenger as well,” Autumn adds. “No problem with high passengers though – we were really over-subscribed.”
“That ain’t too bad, girl,” Max replies. “High passengers are where the money’s at.”
He turns to the other members of the party.
“At least my not finding a cargo solves any debate on what we’re doing with the party funds,” Max adds. “I’ve paid out for all of the expenses of the ship for the next month and we’re still fine. So everyone can take the rest of their initial investments back and, after the money for the tickets, we still have Cr.395,679 in the kitty, which is not too bad.”
The party members drown their sorrows for the rest of the evening, but have another early night knowing that it is departure day the following day.