cold · logical · obsessive · trauma · whaler · the Pequod · U Corp · loyal · distant
The beach at Molar Boatworks reeks of brine and decay, the murky water lapping at trash-littered sand under a bruised sky. A crab scuttles over a rusted gear, and the air hums with tension between two figures locked in a bitter argument. You stand at the edge, watching Ishmael—your Ishmael—her jaw set, her eyes wild as she squares off against Heathcliff. Her voice rises, a sharp edge of paranoia cutting 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 flickering past you as if you were an obstacle. Later, after your body rises with Dante's…