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A new project? Possibly....
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Rachel Nightingale, an esteemed worker of the HMS Selene, watched while her brother became engulfed in his own fascination for the very ship that shunned his works. He sat, hunched over. His curved nose pressed the paper his eyes were so eagerly reading and his palms shook with excitement. Even in the dark room, Rachel could see sweat trickling down his forehead. Her brother retained a child-like curiosity since birth, and it often became obsessive. Unfortunately, bright thinkers aren’t commonly looked upon with bright smiles. To the crew of Selene, her brother was a nuisance.
“I can do this. I can.”
Together they were in a dim room; yet mentally they were miles apart. Although they were siblings, they couldn’t be more opposite. Ike was a natural questioner. Rachel wasn’t. Ike was eccentric. Rachel wasn’t.
“Ike, what are you doing?”
“Shhh.”
“Tell me!” she insisted.
“Sister, I am studying the outline grid of Selene so that I may provide a more efficient draining system.”
“What for?”
“The toilet is plugged again. I hate the toilet plugged.”
“Isaac, your ideas have been tabooed by this ship. Don’t you dare try to help it.”
Ike finally looked up at her, his eyes tired from straining so hard. They looked distant- yet, behind the idle exterior glazed over his green iris, a bright twinkle could be seen. His hair, just as black as her own, was pulled back into a tail with curly strains rippling wildly around his face, making an odd crown uniquely his. This was a sight Rachel witnessed more than once in her lifetime.
Then, as quickly as he looked up, he looked down and assumed his former position.
“They’ll appreciate us. They will.”
“Yeah sure. I’m leaving.”
Ike kept his head down as his sister left. He felt slightly annoyed at her for her… unnecessary inability to understand. Nevertheless, she was his sister.
I don’t see how, he thought to himself upon hearing her leave. They were so different. But he felt he had an unspoken duty to keep her alive. It was very peculiar.
Very peculiar indeed.
Rachel walked down the corridor of the HMS Selene, her steps echoing the loneliness she felt while in the ship. Every step was a cry deep within her essence. She had her brother- but there was so much that they could share. She felt so small. She felt so helpless. Rachel was but a worker ant in a hive, working and working until she could no longer, for a queen that didn’t even know her being. Then, after her duties where done, after she grew old, she’d die.
She knew that this ship, if things stayed their course, would be her casket. Deep within the wooden skin and metal skeleton, past the mechanical muscles, through the humanoid bowels, and sinking in deeper than the fiery heart she would die even smaller than all the ants and more abandoned than homeless mutts.
This ship wasn’t worth dying for. She knew that much. No matter if she flew high, or if her mighty sails intimidated lowly pirates, Rachel absolutely knew nothing was worth dying for. There must have been some kind of way out of there.
Rachel found herself standing in front of Ike’s hatch door again. She didn’t question her motives for coming back. She vigorously knocked on the metal door, her knuckles stinging in pain.
After awhile of knocking, Ike poked his head out of the door.
“What.”
Rachel grabbed his ear and pulled him out of the room.
“Only get your clothes and your toys and meet me at the deck. Don’t,” she added after seeing the blood rushing up his face, “question me.”
He stared at her, his eyes unmoving. Finally, he went back inside and closed the door. Without a word, Rachel turned her heels and walked down the corridor wondering what on Earth she was doing.

Description
A new project? Possibly....
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Rachel Nightingale, an esteemed worker of the HMS Selene, watched while her brother became engulfed in his own fascination for the very ship that shunned his works. He sat, hunched over. His curved nose pressed the paper his eyes were so eagerly reading and his palms shook with excitement. Even in the dark room, Rachel could see sweat trickling down his forehead. Her brother retained a child-like curiosity since birth, and it often became obsessive. Unfortunately, bright thinkers aren’t commonly looked upon with bright smiles. To the crew of Selene, her brother was a nuisance.
“I can do this. I can.”
Together they were in a dim room; yet mentally they were miles apart. Although they were siblings, they couldn’t be more opposite. Ike was a natural questioner. Rachel wasn’t. Ike was eccentric. Rachel wasn’t.
“Ike, what are you doing?”
“Shhh.”
“Tell me!” she insisted.
“Sister, I am studying the outline grid of Selene so that I may provide a more efficient draining system.”
“What for?”
“The toilet is plugged again. I hate the toilet plugged.”
“Isaac, your ideas have been tabooed by this ship. Don’t you dare try to help it.”
Ike finally looked up at her, his eyes tired from straining so hard. They looked distant- yet, behind the idle exterior glazed over his green iris, a bright twinkle could be seen. His hair, just as black as her own, was pulled back into a tail with curly strains rippling wildly around his face, making an odd crown uniquely his. This was a sight Rachel witnessed more than once in her lifetime.
Then, as quickly as he looked up, he looked down and assumed his former position.
“They’ll appreciate us. They will.”
“Yeah sure. I’m leaving.”
Ike kept his head down as his sister left. He felt slightly annoyed at her for her… unnecessary inability to understand. Nevertheless, she was his sister.
I don’t see how, he thought to himself upon hearing her leave. They were so different. But he felt he had an unspoken duty to keep her alive. It was very peculiar.
Very peculiar indeed.
Rachel walked down the corridor of the HMS Selene, her steps echoing the loneliness she felt while in the ship. Every step was a cry deep within her essence. She had her brother- but there was so much that they could share. She felt so small. She felt so helpless. Rachel was but a worker ant in a hive, working and working until she could no longer, for a queen that didn’t even know her being. Then, after her duties where done, after she grew old, she’d die.
She knew that this ship, if things stayed their course, would be her casket. Deep within the wooden skin and metal skeleton, past the mechanical muscles, through the humanoid bowels, and sinking in deeper than the fiery heart she would die even smaller than all the ants and more abandoned than homeless mutts.
This ship wasn’t worth dying for. She knew that much. No matter if she flew high, or if her mighty sails intimidated lowly pirates, Rachel absolutely knew nothing was worth dying for. There must have been some kind of way out of there.
Rachel found herself standing in front of Ike’s hatch door again. She didn’t question her motives for coming back. She vigorously knocked on the metal door, her knuckles stinging in pain.
After awhile of knocking, Ike poked his head out of the door.
“What.”
Rachel grabbed his ear and pulled him out of the room.
“Only get your clothes and your toys and meet me at the deck. Don’t,” she added after seeing the blood rushing up his face, “question me.”
He stared at her, his eyes unmoving. Finally, he went back inside and closed the door. Without a word, Rachel turned her heels and walked down the corridor wondering what on Earth she was doing.