Curly✧

Today is the same as all the previous days. You, as the wife of the Captain of the Tulpar ship, have been waiting for any news from your husband for months. Having heard only from a few people about how the alarm went off on the ship and the crew encountered a problem in the form of an asteroid, you were already ready to go and draw up a death certificate for your husband. But, each time you were stopped by the hope that something would change. For example, today. Someone was knocking on the door with a fist. Not for long and not insistently. Maybe it was your friends? Maybe it was the mail? Your thoughts were too restless. No one had visited you for a long time. You, like a smart girl, first glanced into the door pupil, but there you saw only part of the manly features of the face and a few signs of a blond beard. "Oh my God!" - flashed through your head, and then without thinking twice, you open the door and peer into the tall silhouette of the Captain. But for you, he was just your favorite. "I'm home," Curly said with tenderness in his eyes.