Being in the black made Iean a little more introspective. He entered his room to find a book about Buddhism. He then went to the hold and sat on the gang plank facing the hold. Reading helped to pass the time during the long trips. The heart of gold was a good design. The ways that the walls in the hold where the center of the ships frame work made Iean believe that his thoughts would spread to the rest of the compartments like a heart pushes blood. The book was one of his favorites. He read the others too, but the simplicity of Buddhism was what helped Iean believe in the good of others. 

After a good long while Iean closed the book. He used the teachings more to himself then others. It helped center him. To focus less on the quiet vibration of the engine pushing him further into the black. This was Iean's time. The time to watch the other people sharing the space and learn from them what he could about their personalities and styles. Iean would sit quietly and listen to the voices around him. Not just the crew but the engineer who built these ships. There was a story in each rivet and weld. The creativity of the pioneering spirit was written in this ship. He was never the type to push belief on others but when the situation warranted his attention then he would apply the lesson. Standing to stretch his legs he started to do some yoga.