It's one of those ships that can only be described in one word - cozy.
The size is cozy. The wood glistening in the sunlight is cozy. The brass buttons and supports on the sides are cozy. The round windows looking out of every room are cozy. The bedroom, the dining room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the stairs onto the deck, the propellers that whir and pop and keeping the ship floating - all cozy.
The only thing it's missing is the captain.
You know that they were a person who believed in comfort. A fireplace roars next to the dining room, powered by whatever's driving the ship. Blankets have been draped over the couches, while colorful carpets break up the wooden floors. At the bottom of the ship, barrels of drinks and boxes of food litter the storage room. It's not hard to feel at home here.
But you can't find the captain's quarters. You don't know where the captain is. You don't even know where the ship is going.
And, with the clouds far below you, it's not like you have anywhere else to go.
Rules:
1. Third-person perspective (preferred)
2. Past tense (preferred)
3. I'm pretty open to violence or romance, but ask if me you think anything will be too explicit.
4. Have fun!
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