6 parts Ongoing "It's year 1982," scribbling sounds can be heard from behind the curtains along side the bed frame, "Founding Farmers of International Security developed a nuclear, war resistant ship to protect its inhabitants and later fund scientific research on oceanic protection programs. However, the International Beacon of Ocean Conservation team that we have assigned are going to face many trials beginning that year..."
There's hesitation in that soft voice as he relayed the message.
"It's so hard to sleep nowadays. With these images roaming in my head." They pinch the bridge of their eyebrows. "Write a note. I have something..."
The other standing voice perks up, "What will it be, sir?" The pen touches the paper.
"In some nights it will feel endless, that when you reach the end, you will realize that there is no turning back. So do not be nocturnal, Octonauts."
"Pacific Coast, 8:34 pm
"Why did we ever agree to this?" Dashi pulls out a knife from her pouch and cracks the screen, she positions herself and with a small grunt shoves her foot into the glass, as the shards drift across the tipsy halls. She pulls out the emergency tool box and swims her way to a nearby exit. As much as Dashi wanted to complain about the weight of the emergency tool box that Tweak had supplied, she knew she had to talk to her about it later."
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