On the bridge Purple’s tentacles were quivering with fear and remorse. He’d failed, he didn’t know how to guide a big ship. He hadn’t done what was his duty, he should have told them he had only experience with small craft. Purple imagined how his mistress, would have felt if she’s known that things had gone wrong for her son, Blue Tentacles. A senior Centaurian rushed up and even Purple could clearly recognise tied to his tentacles were the robes of a high ranking officer. “Why had the ship been handled so unskilfully?” the officer demanded to know, “Couldn’t they all clearly see lives were in danger?” Purple fought with all his strength to stop his tentacles shaking visibly as he wondered what punishment he could expect, what punishment he deserved. The engineer who should steer the sh