“While the captain’s ashore, his bosun is at the helm. No one boards without official leave. It sure gives one pause for thought.”
Shira stared down at the wristic. Now what was that about? MacAllister was joking as always, but as always there was something behind it.
“You mean I can’t go up that gangplank without permission?”
“That’s right,” MacAllister said. “Not without the captain’s approval.”
She logged off, thinking how, in her ignorance, she’d done exactly that.