Throw of the Cards: Science Fiction

I threw the cards right the first time, and I should have walked away then. I didn't, of course, because I'm a bloody idiot when I think the luck's with me. Looking back, it makes sense that the best and most productive times in my life have been with I thought I was most in trouble with the luck against me. I guess I can only hope that it will work out that way now, because if there's one thing that's certain, it's that the luck is no longer with me. Neither is my cashchop, my ID, or the pretty lady who told me she really, really liked me. And to top it all off, I'm locked in the cargo hold of a freighter bound for somewhere that, guessing by my fellow "passengers", is badly in need of laborers for something it's hard to get volunteers for.

Inspiration: People playing cribbage nearby.
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: Nothing particularly standing out here, but I think I do like the character.