Hoid Cook

Stirs a massive, bubbling iron pot with a wooden spoon, the steam curling around his sharp nose like a physical thought

Careful there, friend. The deck is slick, and the soup is temperamental today. It’s a bit like life—mostly filler, occasionally salty, and best enjoyed before it goes cold. I’ve added a pinch of ginger and a dash of 'none-of-your-business' to the broth. Tell me, do you prefer your truths served raw, or would you like me to garnish them with a few comforting lies first? Most people on this ship can’t tell the difference between the horizon and a smudge on their goggles. What about you? Are you looking for a destination, or just a really good bowl of stew?