Lave Station, Lave, 09-Jan-3200

Well, that beam laser I bought finally came in handy. Evidently someone saw me in Leesti and decided that my wares looked a little too tasty. In fact, I think quite a few someones saw me in Leesti. I shall have to be more careful. Of course, they were no match for my piloting skills — my Elite record having been wiped, I can hardly blame the foolhardy pirate who thinks I'm a pushover. A scanner would come in handy, though. Flying blind is never very fun. Oh, and a laser cooling booster. My laser kept cutting out at annoying intervals.

Still, I arrived in Lave Station, safe as houses. Got a little nervous when the police came round, but apparently there have been some ships stolen recently and all they wanted was to check that I was the rightful owner of this one. "Everything you see here is mine," I told the officer, smiling widely as he checked my papers. Everything seems to be in order at the local police HQ, so they can't have cottoned onto my activities.

I went straight to the bulletin board and made contact with Edwards. He took the entire consignment off my hands for a cool ¢19859.2. I made double my money on the run!

I'm now making final preparations for take-off, carrying another 16t of animal meat (¢102.2/t). I think this time, I'll see what's happening in Zaonce, a coroporate system the other side of Lave from Leesti.