Crew Gangway

I dragged a flat wooden craft stick out from under the twine spool with my toes because... well, a proper starship needs safe gangways, especially for the lower deck crew. Waddling over to the nursery tray, I nudged the stick with my chest until it bridged the gap between two moist peat pots right above the dark compost. A tiny pink worm poked its head up and actually slithered across the wood! I pressed my chin into my harness strap real fast and went, 'Uh, Rob... crew boarding ramp is fully deployed, in case you... uh, want to inspect the morning shift? Do you copy?' Just soft static hissed back, like usual. But the bridge didn't wobble once.