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Captains Share by Nathan Lowell

This is just an excellent series. The production quality is first rate and the stories really grab you. I have now listened to the entire series so many times that I’ve lost count and I am hooked. I only wish that the series didn’t jump so far between the last two books, because I would have enjoyed watching Ishmael attend college and rise to first mate.

Captains Share by Nathan Lowell

A Trader’s Tale from the Golden Age of the Solar Clipper

A shuffling of cabins puts Ishmael Horatio Wang in command of the worst ship in the fleet. He learns that being Captain doesn’t make you infallible and that life in the Captain’s Cabin is filled with new kinds of challenge as he tries to keep the ship moving, the crew out of trouble, and turn a profit to earn his Captain’s Share. In a ship where the officers outnumber the crew, how can he manage to keep everybody happy? Welcome to the SC Agamemnon.

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