Brave New Worlds

appealed—"
    "You really think that'll do any good?" I said. "I think you'd all be better off with a different captain. "
    He tilted his face toward mine, touched my lips with his, pressed until I responded. A minute of that and we were both smiling.
    "You know we all ended up here because we don't get along with anyone else. But you make the rest of us look good. "
    I squirmed against him in mock outrage, giggling.
    "Plenty of crews—plenty of households—don't ever get babies," he said. "It doesn't mean anything. "
    "I don't care about a baby so much," I said. "I'm just tired of fighting all the time. "
    It was normal for children to fight with their parents, their households, and even their committees as they grew. But it wasn't fair, for me to feel like I was still fighting with a mother I'd never known.

    The next day, when Nina and I went down to do some cleaning on Amaryllis , I tried to convince myself it was my imagination that she was avoiding me. Not looking at me. Or pretending not to look, when in fact she was stealing glances. The way she avoided meeting my gaze made my skin crawl a little. She'd decided something. She had a secret.
    We caught sight of Elsie again, walking up from the docks, a hundred yards away but her silhouette was unmistakable. That distracted Nina, who stopped to stare.
    "Is she really that interesting?" I said, smiling, trying to make it a joke.
    Nina looked at me sideways, as if deciding whether she should talk to me. Then she sighed. "I wonder what it's like. Don't you wonder what it's like?"
    I thought about it a moment and mostly felt fear rather than interest. All the things that could go wrong, even with a banner of approval flying above you. Nina wouldn't understand that. "Not really. "
    "Marie, how can you be so. . . so indifferent?"
    "Because I'm not going to spend the effort worrying about something I can't change. Besides, I'd much rather be captain of a boat than stuck on shore, watching. "
    I marched past her to the boat, and she followed, head bowed.
    We washed the deck, checked the lines, cleaned out the cabin, took inventory, and made a stack of gear that needed to be repaired. We'd take it home and spend the next few days working on it before we went to sea again. Nina was quiet most of the morning, and I kept glancing at her, head bent to her work, biting her lip, wondering what she was thinking on so intently. What she was hiding.
    Turned out she was working up the courage.
    I handed the last bundle of net to her, then went back to double check that the hatches were closed and the cabin was shut up. When I went to climb off the boat myself, she was sitting at the edge of the dock, her legs hanging over the edge, swinging a little. She looked ten years younger, like she was a kid again, like she had when I first saw her.
    I regarded her, brows raised, questioning, until finally she said, "I asked Sun why Anders doesn't like you. Why none of the captains talk to you much. "
    So that was what had happened. Sun—matter-of-fact and sensible—would have told her without any circumspection. And Nina had been horrified.
    Smiling, I sat on the gun wale in front of her. "I'd have thought you'd been here long enough to figure it out on your own. "
    "I knew something had happened, but I couldn't imagine what. Certainly not—I mean, no one ever talks about it. But. . . what happened to your mother? Her household?"
    I shrugged, because it wasn't like I remembered any of it. I'd pieced the story together, made some assumptions. Was told what happened by people who made their own assumptions. Who wanted me to understand exactly what my place in the world was.
    "They were scattered over the whole region, I think. Ten of them—it was a big household, successful, until I came along. I don't know where all they ended up. I was brought to New Oceanside, raised up by the first Amaryllis crew. Then Zeke and Ann retired, took up pottery, went down the coast, and gave me the ship to start my own household. Happy ending. "
    "And your mother—they sterilized her? After you were born, I mean. "
    "I assume so. Like I said, I don't really know. "
    "Do you suppose she thought it was worth it?"
    "I imagine she didn't," I said. "If she wanted a baby, she didn't get one, did she? But maybe she just wanted to be pregnant for a little while. "
    Nina looked so thoughtful, swinging her feet, staring at the rippling water where it lapped against the hull, she made me nervous. I had to say