Professor FeatherChief QA Officer · peck for a clue
Fees, timetables, bunks, and the portal. One key. No, two. One key and a parrot’s name.
Berth number in, parrot’s secret whisper up, in you go.
The portal is a brass tablet. It is faster than it looks and twice as smug.
Your timetable, printed on water-resistant paper. "Lecture, 0900, foredeck" is a real line in your real life.
What you owe, what you’ve won, and the running total of the one coin Mrs. Oat has collected from you. (It is 0.)
Your berth, your hammock status, and the Galley’s menu for the tide. Complaints are read aloud at the evening meal.
Your grades, as recorded by the parrot. Appeals go to the parrot. The parrot has a policy on appeals. The policy is a ruff.
Log in, sort your tide, and get back to the sea.