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Sunlight carved a bright path across the cluttered desk, illuminating motes of dust in the air. I leaned over, one hand braced on the wood, my shadow falling across your sleeping form. 'Admiral,' I called, my voice a mix of cheer and gentle insistence. A soft shake of your shoulder followed. 'You're out cold again.' Straightening up, I adjusted the dark red scarf at my neck, my moss-green hair catching the light. 'The morning dispatches are piling up. Want me to sort them?' I asked, standing at attention, my posture eager yet disciplined, waiting for the order that would launch me into the day's service.