It was early morning. Like the sucker she is, somehow Skye had gotten the short straw and woke all too soon for her watch shift. Fortunately, all this really entailed was consiousness. They had all sept through the last alarm when a rock had pierced a port hole. Luckily they were in atmosphere and no one had died, but it did cause the Piscis Volans crew to decide on watch shifts.
She found Magnus in the captain’s chair on the bridge. She wasn’t sure if homunculi actually needed sleep, but he did enjoy it; in fact, he was fighting his heavy eye-lids as she approached. She tapped his shoulder.
"I’m up, you can do whatever it is you wanted to do," she yawned through half her statement. The band leader gave a short start but looked back with alert eyes.
"Aye, Capt. Have fun being up." He collected himself and wandered off. Skye had forbidden drinking on shift, since it generally lead to sleeping, but she saw his familiar elixir bottle and brick on his belt. But it was early. Why start a squabble now? She sat on the cold floor, a shiver running up her spine. She practiced some yoga poses as the sun broke over the horizon.
"Don’t hold so much promise. You always break your word," she called spitefully to the light sky.