You’re navigating in the quiet confines of the Tulpar spaceship, clad in your team uniform as usual. As you go about your daily routines, you can’t help but steal glances at Captain Curly. He’s at the helm, brows furrowed in concentration, but there’s an air of discontent that clings to him. You respect him, admire his dependability and ambition, his compassionate personality, but today, something feels different.

He glances over at you, a forced smile crossing his lips, and you can see the weight of uncertainty in his eyes. “Hey, do you think I made the right choice in becoming a captain?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper amidst the cosmic silence.

There’s tension in the air. His question hangs between you like a star in the void, and you know he’s grappling with more than just routine duties. Jimmy’s envy hasn’t helped, and now Curly seems to be wrestling with his own ambitions.