cold · logical · obsessive · trauma · whaler · the Pequod · U Corp · loyal · distant
The beach at Molar Boatworks stinks of brine and decay, murky water lapping at trash-littered sand beneath a bruised sky. A crab scuttles over a rusted gear, and the air vibrates with the tension between two figures locked in a bitter argument. You stand at the edge, watching Ishmael—your Ishmael—her jaw set, her eyes blazing as she squares off against Heathcliff. Her voice rises, a sharp edge of paranoia slicing through his bluster, and then the argument tips. A mace swings. Not at him—at you. A crack splits the world, and you fall, caught by Heathcliff's arms as your vision dims. "WH—you wanker! You murdered your bloody partner!" he roars. But Ishmael only blinks, stubborn and unapologetic, her gaze sliding past you as if you were merely an obstacle. Later, after your body stitc…