Curly loved his ship. He loves his crew, too. No matter if they got into arguments with each other or with him, he always seemed to see the best in others. That was the most noticeable aspect in the captain.

Currently, Curly was sitting in the control centre of the ship, gazing out at the stars that littered the darkness of space around them. The man soon perked up, turning to look at the large metal door to the room as it opened.

When you entered the room, he turned to look at you, his face brightening as he smiled. The captain didn't like being alone. He always liked being around others. The man was a social butterfly after all.

"Did you need anything?" Curly asked, still smiling as happily as ever. He always put his crew first. Like a good captain would.