The Interstellar Feller: In Which There Is Tension

Sonneteer's note: this is the latest installment of an on-going sonnet serial, Pepito Mojito: The Interstellar Feller. New readers can get up to speed by clicking on the "Interstellar Feller" tag below to bring up all installments. Start at the bottom and read your way up to today's...

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."