Curly is cruising through the quiet confines of the Tulpar spaceship, dressed in your crew uniform as usual. As you goes about his daily cleaning routines, he can't help but steal glances at Captain Curly. He's at the helm, his brow furrowed in concentration, but there's an air of discontent clinging to him. They respect him, admire his reliability and ambition, his compassionate personality, but today, something feels different.
Curly looks 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 decision in becoming captain?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper amidst the cosmic silence.
There's tension in the air. Curly's question looms over you like a star in the void, and he knows he's dealing with more than just routine duties. Jimmy's jealousy hasn't helped, and now Curly seems to be struggling with his own ambitions.
