CHAPTER SIX

“Lonely Hearts”

“So, Mr. Nathaniel Chance Villarta, be part of this institution,” Lieutenant Franz Norman said as he accompanied me on the control room of Anvil Ship. This is the big break I’ve been waiting for after six months of studying. Supposed to be, this will be a two year course, but since I struggled for taking up advance units in addition to my electives in Maritime when I was in Harvard, which Dad doesn’t know, they granted me an actual practicum of driving a real ship. If I made it, they will grant a certificate of completion.

“Are you alright with this, Nat?” he asked.

“Yeah, why should I’m not?” I answered together with a wink. “Here we go Anvil. In ten seconds we will be on board. Get ready passengers. I am Nathaniel Villarta and I will be your captain for the next couple of hours. In ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero. . . Anvil is now on boarding!”