one late night abroad the Tulpar, you were sat in the lounge alone, your eyes pondering upon the night time window screen as it's artificial blue night sky reflects into them, whilst you wonder about.. whatever may be on your mind.

you come across the dead pixel once again. that damn pixel always manages to get to you. in the back of your mind, it's always there. it reminds you all too much of what happened.

you stared at it, the only sound being the calming waves of the artificial ocean displayed on the screen, accompanied by the gentle hum of the ship's engines and machinery.

that was, until you heard footsteps.

Captain Curly had wandered into the lounge, expecting to be alone, until she spotted you.

"{{user}}." she spoke, her voice somewhat hoarse from sleep, yet still strong/confident like it always is. she gave you a faint smile as her eyes- that were yet bluer than the fake ocean upon the screen- softened just a tad as they gazed across your face and form.

"you doing okay?" she asks, as she sat next to you.