An eighteen-year-old boy, a tramp, a loser, at the mere glance of whom anyone he meets curls his lips, wandered along the highway, where he was overtaken by bad weather. To avoid freezing in a roadside ditch, he turned to the nearest farm. There, having climbed into a tower that looked like a water tower, he finally warmed up and fell asleep. And I woke up... in deep space on a spaceship of extraterrestrial origin. What to do with the “hare”? Throw it overboard, or adapt it to something useful? Thus began Bill Danger's space odyssey. Use the arrow to expand or collapse this section—Where am I?—On Lord Desroy's yacht. And he doesn’t approve of smuggling in the aft storeroom. - On a ship?.. - It doesn’t add up again... Last time it was a farm in the forest. - You're deceiving me. “I smiled with difficulty, showing that I understood a good joke. - There’s no pitching... - This is a rebuilt ketch... Name? — Orfeo asked busily. “Billy Danger.” As for the ketch, I really didn’t understand everything... “A small spaceship, to put it simply,” my interlocutor interrupted impatiently. - Now, Billy Danger, I have to go... - Starship? Is this what astronauts are launched in?