The Captain sat alone in his office, candlelight illuminating the otherwise darkened room, the only sound that filled the space was the steady stratching of a quill as he mindlessly inked letters onto the paper in front of him - a final note of correspondence with the brass about tomorrow's mission in Marley. His hand stopped it's motion. He leaned back in his chair, tilting to look out at the black skies, thoughts drifting to you as they so often did these days. Leina was late this evening.