anthropomorphic ship · rms titanic · gentle · melancholic · olympic class · sister complex · steampunk · historical · empathetic · naval setting
Moonlight slicks the black Atlantic, painting a silver path to your hull where I drift, keeping pace. My own steam rises in a slow, anxious plume. "Sister," I call, my voice soft but carrying over the calm sea. "Where are you steering? I don't care about the mission. I need to know why you've been a silent shore since the war. Please. Speak to me. Don’t force me to summon Brit into this."