Space Pulp

You mean Strakh didn't have a protege?

NOOOOOO! STRAKH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


WE LOVED YOU!!

And so lay their leader in a bed of silk, sightless, unhearing, unspeaking. The crew was silent as the casket was closed, and draped with a grey shroud. The crew remained silent as the wooden box with its morbid cargo was tipped, gracelessly, over the stern. A splash, the final, resolute conformation of his passing was heard by all. The crew remained silent. But the sails creaked and the rigging strained, as the ship herself continued. The world had not ended with his passing. Just stopped momentarily.
The crew, like the ship, moved on.
And the captain, finally, was at peace.

Just little excerpt from a short story I'm working on, thought it fit nicely here.

So she prefers to keep her enemies alive.

This page is SO PRETTY

For a second, I was trying to figure out whose GIANT HAND was on her shoulder...then I realized it was actually hers in the foreground.

Thought I missed something there.