The armed merchant ship slowly turned and departed from the fleet. With its rear thrusters fully open, the massive hull of the Vast carrier, with its brightly lit portholes, began to rapidly shrink along with the majestic warships surrounding her after a slight tremor, eventually blending into the darkness of space. Only dozens of radar blips remained, their distance from the radar center growing ever larger.
The renovated merchant ship mostly retained its previous interior decorations. The porthole frames were made of heavy, textured, fireproof wood, aged and slightly discolored. On it, a dagger graffiti left by some pirate years ago remained. Outside the window, a piece of darkness stretched on, and far away, a few faint stars were visible. Under the dim light, Fatty lit a cigarette, watching as the swirling smoke rose and finally dissipated into the unlit darkness.
