Their prisoners now stowed, discussion turns
Upon what they'll do next. Who's in the lead?
Tribruno? Quodlaro? The question burns
As factions form. Their motivations? Greed,
Homesickness, heartbreak, vengeance, violence
For its own sake. Guns drawn, the crewmen float.
The lack of trust amongst them making tense
The Grokulator's very air. No vote
Was taken past the seizing of the ship.
At last the mighty, wise old Captain Droze
Doth stash his weapon, taking out the clip
And moving to the center. "Where this goes
From here," he says, "Is up to all of us.
Now I'm for home, but don't want any fuss."