Maybe she just needed a break from her avionic engineering needed a break and she wanted to consider naval engineering. Whatever it was Cherish wasn't typivcally one for the semantics and the sght of shipos, the masters of travel for centuries before planes. Maybe some half-remewmbered, ancient memory called her to her computer but it was late on the night of November and Cherish was off tomorrow, and she sat lazily scrolling the hundreds of videos. Cat bvideos, engineering, all sorts of edutainment, cats, and cooking, but one caught her eye, One long, delicate finger clicked the mouse on a video labelled "The Edmund Fitzgerald" or some other simple, delicately phrased tiutle.
Cherish sagged, lazily watching as the fifty-year-old melody by Gordon Lightfoot began to play like a wanton reference and reverent sensibility. A song tied to a tragedy that claimed 29 lives. It was informative and almost poignant, and Cherish shifted her eight and peered at it with growing fascination, blinking. It was... Something educational.
An idea. Her fingers clicked another video at the end of it, gleaning mere scraps and pearls as she considered, loading software to slowly begin rendering not engines but a ship. It wasn't the Fitz, no, as she learned it called. Not som,e grand liner, some Queen Elizabeth, it was never anything so grand, nor was it so meek as perhaps something from the time of the Cedarville. Small.
Cherish sighed then. It was still too complex to saiul her homeworld alone though. Cherish closed her eyes. It wasn't as polished as a model for work, no minute details. But Cherish stared in silence.
It was the size of the Sundowner. Modest. Maybe could, with a lot of piling, cram 100 and 32 men if they balanced, merely a uacht size as she continued, idle, lazy. Cherish stared, videos playing, and swallowed. But this size?
A video on the Battle of Dunkirk was saught and found after falling into the video hole and stared quietly. She was staring at the video.
Maybe something could be domne after all, but she wasn't sure. Not yet. A sigh.
Cherish had no shipyard and no hands. She had La Brea and Soleiyu and slowly, she looked to her phone. M
Maybe one day, and she moved her cursor and clicked 'Save As'.
She named is 'LSSSomeday".
Silence embraced the room as Cherish sat, staring at the model. Was LSS even the correct terminology? The right...
Words? Limosan Saiuling Ship? Limosan... Steam Ship? Cherish was quiet.
Someday.
Would it burn coal? No. Oil? No. Diesel? Maybe? Diesel was common right? Maybe more research and Cherish sighed.
She needed to sleep. She needed rest. Cherish rose, closing her program, and walked for bed.
MAybe Someday.
