"I trust you Hannah", he replied calmly. "But I am your father-" No, you are not", she cut him.Jen stopped breathing for a moment. She hadn't even ima...ined that Hannah was capable of saying that but it seemed that she had underestimated the kid."I'm the only one you've got"."Jen said you would understand", she cried. "She promised that you would listen to me"."She doesn't know me that well".At least that part was true, Jen thought. It was really none of her business but she knew that he was. "Can anyone speak for these men?" asked Fredrick. The former first mate, now sporting a piece of rope to replace his former belt, corroborated their story.This clearly wasn't really a trial. There were no lawyers or arguments or technicalities to hide behind. The town council was just using this public display to explain their reasoning for the sentences which followed. The three mates and the armorer who were adjudged most responsible were to be held by the city in indentured servitude for 10. I live in Sidney, Iowa. It's in the far south west corner of the state. It's a small town among small towns, but Omaha is less than an hour away due north. It's been hard to keep the fabrication plant running the last few years. The electricity keeps guttering out or surging like hell. We've transitioned from using 440-Volt 3-phase power to high-pressure air lines and turbines to drive our equipment. With one huge LP gas-fed motor and a pair of high-pressure compressors we stay in business, but. "You guys busy this afternoon?" I can disappear," Brandon said, "if you want some alone time. I don't mind." Actually, I kinda wanted you ta hang around." She said mysteriously. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.I shrugged. "Hey, you want me, I'm yours." Good." We went back to her place and hung out in her backyard. She had one of those sheds that used to be a playroom but had been converted for goth use. The inside was painted black - although along the floorboards, you could see where it.