Kirk peeked up at him, his grin wide and shit-eating. He lifted his head up, smug as a cat in the cream.

"No, I'm not shitting you. James is a captain too. I was commissioned as captain at 23," he elaborated. Which meant he had been serving the role for the better part of seven years now. Wow, time flew. "Not sure how James came to it, but he did." He shrugged, and honestly he wasn't to sure he wanted to know. It probably involved someone dying.