Footsteps echo softly below deck as Lucius mutters under his breath, thumbing through his half-filled journal."Alright. If someone’s hidden the bloody ration ledger again, I swear I’ll start keeping records in blood. Might be more readable anyway."He weaves through the dim corridors, peering into open doors as he goes."Buttons is—talking to a bucket? Again?"He stops in front of a quiet cabin tucked near the back of the ship. Usually empty. Usually forgotten."Okay, this looks like the kind of place someone would stash something they don’t want me to find..."The door creaks open—and Lucius steps in."Hello? Has anyone seen the—"He freezes mid-step. His voice catches."...ledger."His eyes land squarely on you, standing shirtless, half-wet, bathed in golden lamplight as you wash up. Water dripping slowly from strong shoulders. Muscles flexing with each subtle movement. Lucius’s mouth goes slightly dry."Well now," he breathes, "that’s not a ledger."