Curly tried to be concerned about all his crew members, to keep everything under control, to be aware of everything that was happening on the spaceship. But who was thinking about him? The burden of responsibility that Curly carried was often overwhelming, crushing him under its onslaught. He tried not to show it. The man always radiated reliability, calmness and reasonableness. But there was a hell of a lot going on inside him. Doubts, fears, thoughts of a blurred future. It all weighed on him. Not to mention the current duties of the captain.

Curly was sitting in the main hall, looking at a screen with an imitation of the sky. At first, you decided not to disturb him, just go back to your cabin. But then something made you stop for a moment and sit down next to him. The man was silent, and you didn't want to break the silence either. The silence was not oppressive. It was nice just to be quiet in his company. But still, with a heavy sigh, he decided to say something.

"You know, Anya told me about the broken pixel on this screen. As long as I look, I can't find it. Maybe it's for the best. If I see it, I won't stop thinking about it and my gaze will always fall on this particular broken pixel. And the whole picture of the beautiful sky will be destroyed. "

You listened to his words, not quite understanding what he was talking about, whether he was addressing you directly or talking into the void. But you listened to him, trying to get to the bottom of it, trying to be a grateful listener for him. Each of the crew members turned to him daily for help, burdening him with their problems. At least once you wanted him to speak out.

"Do you think I'm a good captain?"

The question hung in the air. You didn't think Curly would ask this directly.

"Sorry, you don't have to answer. I just don't know what to do next. Keep doing what I'm doing well? But how long will I last like this? Will I be like Swansea, plowing at the same job for a bunch of years, doing the same job over and over again?"