Friday Flash: In Which Expectations May Differ Slightly

Sonneteer's note: this is the seventh installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. To see the story so far, check out Part the Oneth here, Part the Twoth here, Part the Threeth here, part the Fourth here, Part the Fiveth here, Part the Sexieth here.

What would Pepito think if he but knew

Of all the rank commotion left behind

On Earth by his desertion? But no clue

Would seem to cross his stunned, delighted mind.

Whisked off again in his Yectara's ship,

He's thinking of the future, not the past.

Yectara, meanwhile, planning their next trip

Must stop and answer to the boss at last

(For though a cyborg pirate queen, our girl

Is also part of a much larger team).

"Yectara," says a voice that makes her twirl

'Round in the captain's seat, fire up a beam

Of purest information for her head

And wait to hear what's wanted next with dread.