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Rodney was off following Daniel around Atlantis, mostly so Daniel didn't get into trouble. John had Matias following them both. He knew better than to let Rodney and Daniel roam around anywhere without supervision.
"Beer?" John offered Jack a cold beer. They were sitting -- on chairs, in deference to Jack's bad knees -- on a pier, looking up at the Pegasus stars.
"Thanks," Jack took the beer. "Any fish in this ocean?"
"There's some not-quite-tuna that we fish for occasionally," John nodded. "They're a couple hundred pounds, so nothing to take on alone."
"Good eating?" Jack asked.
"Luckily, yes," John replied. "We get some steaky filets from the main part of the body, then there's a ton of not-tuna sandwiches that follow. The biologists get some oils for other uses, some go in medicines and some go into machinery lubricants. There's a report somewhere, if you want to know more."
"Nah," Jack waved a hand. "Just a thought."
John looked up at the night sky. "Never thought I'd be some place like this."
"What were you going to be when you grew up?" Jack asked.
John shrugged. "The usual. As a kid, I was going to be a cowboy, since my folks had horses. But when I went to school, flying took over. I learned in middle school that being an astronaut would be quite a stretch, so I settled on flying. I got my pilot's license the minute I could."
"Huh," Jack grunted. "I was going to be an astronaut, too. You're probably too young for all the hoopla at the first moon landing."
"Who knew we'd do even better than the moon?" John asked.
Jack held up his beer and they tapped the bottles together. "Here's to space exploration at it's finest."
"Here, here," John replied softly.