On the Cursed ship, it was a new day, and standing in a room full of kids with their beady little eyes, they were all staring at a certain someone.
'What the hell am I meant to do with these guys?' Peter thought.
One of the spare rooms had been converted into a classroom. This had already been made the case before for the people who wanted to live on the spaceship and bring their family on board. Although many members refused.
The ship was merely a base, while their homes were still at the shelter. Only a few actually enjoyed being on the ship, apart from the leaders that would be pretty much based there all the time.
The classroom was made with the children in mind, creating an environment where they could still be taught; before it was never full, but now it was a different story. All of the kids that had been saved from the Blade island were there.
