Space in the 23rd century is a lot like the sea was in the 17th century. It takes weeks or months to get anywhere, and many planets, islands of the stars, are ruled by petty kings. We fight these petty kings, raiding their space ships and taking what we want.

We were prisoners, sold as slaves by the corrupt governor of the Lunar penal colony, who told the officials on Earth that they had died in prison fights.  The ship, called by its owner the [i]Jamaica[/i], is built like a submarine, a cargo ship designed for stealth, not speed or power.  Though it has plasma thrusters for maneuvering and lifting off the surface of moons and other small bodies, its methods of propulsion are sails, specifically a solar sail, which pushes them with light pressure from a nearby star, a tachyon sail, which moves tachyons from the front of it to the rear, compressing space in front of the ship and expanding it behind, and a magnetic sail, which can work as a more powerful version of the others, but will make them visible at 100 times the distance.

Precious metals are the currency of choice in the galaxy, with gold being the most common form of currency.  Ships spend weeks or months moving between systems in order to trade their goods for these metals or other valuable goods.  They dock at space stations in orbit of worlds and either trade there, or take a space elevator to the surface.

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