|photo credit: turkish coffee pot via photopin (license)|
The hatch hissed as the seal between the station and the Nebre opened allowing our two new passengers to cross the threshhold.
“Welcome onto the Nebre,” I said. “My name is Perry, I’m the co-pilot. This here is our ship’s doctor, Thorton.”
“Nice to meet you sir, I’m Colin Whithers, this is my wife Lauren.”
By the way she clung to her husbands arm, the man’s wife looked very intimidated by the Nebre. I shook
Colin’s hand and nodded politely to his wife.
“The Nebre is the safest ship around. She’ll get you to Andromeda in one piece Ma’am.”
A familiar whistling to my left alerted me that my captain was headed this way. Mrs. Whithers gasped as she saw the captain for the first time.
“Is there something wrong with your captain?” She whispered to Dr. Thorton.
“Now why would you think that?” My captain said, gallantly tipping his hat and bowing to his newest guests.
“Well, why are you wearing that on your head sir?” Mrs. Whithers asked pointing to my captain’s hat.
“Ma’am this has been passed down in my family for years.” My captain replied flashing Mrs. Whithers a smooth smile. ““Make yourselves at home, we should be nearing Andromeda in the morning.”
The captain tipped his hat once again and headed back to the front of the ship.
“Did you really have to ask the captain about his ‘choice of headwear’?” Collen asked his wife once they were behind the closed door of their quarters.
Lauren cocked her head at her husband.
“Didn’t you think it was odd!” Lauren asked before placing her suitcase in the corner locker.
“What the man chooses to wear doesn’t bother me.” Collen answered. “What difference does it make?”
“Um, because he might just be nuts and he’s the one flying this ship!” Lauren answered.
Collen shoved his bag in beside his wife’s in the locker before turning to look at her.
“I’m hungry, do you want to go get something to eat?”
Lauren shrugged with a long sigh and a roll of her eyes and followed her husband down to the Galley.
Inside they found an old style kitchen stove and a long wooden table.
“Huh.” Lauren said.
Collen looked through the cabinet above the stove and found a dehydrated bag of beans and franks.
Lauren grabbed a pot from the table, filled it with water and dumped in the beans and franks.
Within minutes the aroma had filled the Galley.
“Wow that smells good! Is there enough for one more?” The captain asked as he entered the room.
“Sure!” Lauren replied, setting the pot onto the table for everyone to enjoy.
“Why are there beans in my hat?” The captain asked eyeing his steaming hat on the table.
“Sir, It’s not a hat its a copper pot!” Lauren objected.
“Oh, I know that!” The captain said with a wink. “The beans should be in our bowls not in my hat!”
Today's post was inspired by the letter C. C is for: Copper Pot as part of the Blogging from A to Z April 2015 challenge! Click on the letter to join on in the fun!
Every day (excluding sundays) I will be writing a post about something that begins with the letter for that day. Most of the time you will find a sci-fi flash fiction piece here.
This post is ALSO part of the 52 week flash fiction challenge on facebook
Week 2 word prompt: Pot
Word Limit: 20- 500
This one tops out right at 494 words.
For Readers: What other things would you be willing to use a pot for besides cooking? Could you wear one like our eccentric captain here?