Arthur C. Clarke
A Fall of Moondust (1961)

Frederic Brown


Skipper of a twenty-seat dust-cruiser and Commodore of space stared at each other in silence, as their minds circled the same problem [of how to survive in an incommunicado paddle-wheeled tourist ship sinking slowly lower under the dust seas of the moon]. Then, cutting across the low murmur of conversation, they heard a very English voice call out: "I say, Miss--this is the first decent cup of tea I've drunk on the Moon. I thought no one could make it here. My congratulations."

The Commodore chuckled quietly.

"He ought to thank you, not the stewardess," he said, point to the pressure gauge.

Pat smiled rather wanly in return. That was true enough; now that he had put up the cabin pressure, water must be boiling at nearly its normal, sea-level temperature back on Earth. At last they could have some hot drinks--not the usual tepid ones. But it did seem a somewhat extravagant way to make tea, not unlike the reputed Chinese method of roasting pig by burning down the entire house.