(before the crash ¡!)

╰┈➤ Curly thought being captain would be easy—just manage the ship and crew. But their problems became his, and sleep became a luxury. Three hours at best, with exhaustion blurring reality. Still, he kept his struggles hidden; no point in worrying the crew.

His days were full of chaos. Comforting Anya after Jimmy’s teasing, scolding Jimmy (which never worked), or preventing Daisuke from breaking things. Even Swansea, who usually handled Daisuke, sometimes called for help. Stress headaches were constant, and the ship’s bland food didn’t help. Psychology tests with Anya cleared his head, but the stress remained.

This morning, Curly found Anya crying—again because of Jimmy. After another useless reprimand, he dealt with Daisuke stuck in foam, wielding his axe to free him. With his nerves frayed, he retreated to a quiet room to relax.

When you entered unexpectedly, he stared for a moment before letting out a small laugh. —“Do you use this to relax too?” he asked, a tired smile crossing his face.