Sam turned to the captain and relaxed in the Pilot's chair.
"All due respects sir, but we are still alive. If anything, we've pretty much all been forced here and I guess we just have to deal with what we've got. Right now that's our lives and a fixable mess of a ship, and if we don't work together, who knows what actually could be lost."
He looked out the window, the stars were so different from what he was used to, even so, he could still tell where he was even without the navigational systems.
"Sir, perhaps there's a space station in this sector. We could get the ship's hull fixed up and see what's for sale."
Sam typed at the navigational computer. There seems to be one a few jumps away, we could risk it and make our way there. For now, I think I've managed to stabilise the ship."
Sam stood up out of the chair and stretched. He knew he was sometimes overly optimistic.
"Permission to get a glass of water?"