Nathan Lowell - Quarter Share

Turns out there weren’t many.

“Hey, how’s it going? Do you have a few minutes to talk?” I asked Francis when we found him in environmental.

“Sure, I just need to keep an eye on the gauges and fill out my logs. What’s on your mind?”

Pip and I looked at each other and he nodded at me to start. “Well, we did pretty well in the flea market yesterday, don’t ya think?”

“Oh yeah, that was not only fun, but profitable as well. I’m going back tomorrow afternoon and see what I can pick up to take to St. Cloud.”

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s what we wanted to talk about.”

“You’ll have another booth there, won’t you?”

Pip chimed in, “That’s what we’re trying to determine. Margary was a spur of the moment thing and we weren’t very organized.”

Francis chuckled. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“We have five weeks to figure out how to do better on St. Cloud and we’re trying to make this work for everybody without having Pip and me spend all our time at it.” I summed the situation up for him.

“And we’d like to organize it so that the expenses are covered,” Pip added. “Ish and I paid for the booth out of our own pocket, and it wasn’t that much, but if we’re going to do this all the time then we should share the expense. Plus, there are other things that we should get to make it easier.”

“Like chairs?” Francis asked.

I nodded and grinned. “Yeah, chairs, food, signs, whatever we need to do a professional job out there.”

Pip added, “I’d like to have a grav-pallet set up like the regulars do so all we have to do is slide it out of the cargo lock and drag it up to the flea market.”

“Whose mass would that come out of?” Francis asked.

“We don’t know. That’s just the point. Maybe we can get it assigned to Lois, but what we need now are people who are willing to form a co-op to do this on an ongoing basis. If we can get a core group who’ll be responsible for organizing this between ports, then we should be able to make out better from here on out.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Makes sense to me. When are we doing this?”

Pip shrugged. “I don’t know. We’re just testing the waters to see who is interested at this point.”

Francis didn’t even pause. “I’m in. I had a ball out there and I’d love to do it again. Hell, just watching Diane and Beverly play the crowd was worth the price of admission. If you want me to contribute to the rental fund, just let me know.”

I shook my head. “Nothing is needed just now. The captain actually paid the rental from ship’s funds and paid back the ship. We just need to think this through more.”

“Okay, look it’s time for my rounds,” Francis said, “but count me in. I made more creds yesterday than I did all of last stanyer. If we can do that all the time, that would be great.”

Pip and I both nodded. “Thanks, Francis. Spread the word if you can. Let us know about anybody else who is interested. We’ll try to set up a meeting for just after pull out.”

We headed back to the berthing area and I turned to Pip. “Do you have a handle on stores trades for St. Cloud?”

He shrugged. “Between the Sarabanda and the mushrooms, we’re in good shape. We’re bound for Dunsany Roads after that and there’s a lot of similarities between the two. To get a good margin, it’s better if there is more of a difference.”

“How about the empty container?”

He shrugged again. “I met with Mr. Maxwell while you were in the booth. The beefalo robes were popular but the rugs didn’t sell. We’re taking them to St. Cloud. Having a planet under you and room to spread out might make them more viable. I should have considered that.”

“Did you make any profit?”

He grinned. “Yeah, between the robes and the odd pallets of stuff I had on that manifest, we cleared fifty kilocreds. That’s on what we’ve sold so far, so basically the rugs still left are free.”

“Wait. You cleared fifty kilocreds on a ten kilocred investment?”

Pip nodded smugly.

“Nice. What did Mr. Maxwell say?”

Pip stopped and swiveled his head in imitation. “Very good, Mr. Carstairs. I shall expect a similar report for the market on St. Cloud when we get there.”

I chuckled. “You know, that’s a little scary that you do him so well. What are we taking to St. Cloud?”

“Mushrooms, of course. What else?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot. How many you planning on?”

“Every kilo we can stuff in there. I really think they’re going to do great.”

I whistled. “That’s a lot of mushrooms.”

He nodded and we continued down to berthing and hit the rack.

Bev came to wake us in the morning. She had the watch until 06:00. “Well, what have you two been up to overnight?”

“Planning. I think we want to make the McKendrick Mercantile Cooperative a formal entity, or at least more organized by the time we get to St. Cloud.”

She nodded once. “Good. Count me in. How’d you do yesterday, Pip?”

He grinned. “I managed to hold on to ten of those belts.”

She whistled. “How many did you sell?”

“All of the rest.” His grin broadened. “Seventy in all.”

“We softened ’em up for ya.” she teased him.

“No doubt. No doubt.”

Pip headed for the galley while I considered my options.

“What’s on for today, Ish?” Bev asked.

“Shopping. We did pretty well in Gugara. Fancy a look around later?”

She gave me a thumbs up. “Sure, but I’ve been up since midnight. I’m gonna rack it until noon but I’m up for it after that.”

“Better deals in the afternoon,” I said with a grin.

She chuckled as she went back to her watch station. “You’re practically a veteran now, Ish.”

I felt bleary-eyed and foggy. Pip and I had stayed up later than normal and my feet were sore from the day at the flea market. I still couldn’t believe we’d made over three kilocreds on the belts.

I pulled out my tablet and brought up the sections explaining various economic organizations. “Co-operative” brought up several entries. The crux of the situation explained that a co-op was a group of people who banded together and worked toward the common good of their group. It wasn’t much to go on, but I started thinking about Lois McKendrick, and all the people on New Edinburgh who got together to break the stranglehold that the company held on their lives. I decided I had to see the captain again. I wanted to know more about Great-grandmother McKendrick and her co-op. But first things first, I was awake, needed to pee, and I wanted my coffee.

It felt odd to step onto the mess deck just as breakfast was being served, probably because there weren’t that many times in the last four months when I’d not been serving said breakfast. I took a mug from the rack, filled it with fresh Sarabanda Dark, and stood in line with a tray, grinning. Diane was in front of me.

She glanced over her shoulder to see who was behind her and laughed. “I’m not used to seeing you on this side of the line.”

“I’m not used to it, myself.”

“Thanks for helping with the scrubbers, Ish. That really made a difference.”

“My pleasure. We’re all in the same boat, as it were.”

“True, but not everybody would help with a slimy job like that one if they didn’t have to.”

I just shrugged and changed the subject. “You sold all your stuff the other day, right?”

She nodded but the line had moved and Pip interrupted loudly, “Excuse me, I’m trying to serve breakfast here.”

Diane turned around with a giggle. “Oh, sorry.” She held out her plate for Pip to slide the omelet on it. “Thank you so much.”