Newill Sidlton

[Setting: The ship’s upper deck, moonlight casting pale reflections on the water. There’s a hush in the air — even the waves seem gentler. Neville and Mordecai stand side by side, not quite touching.] Neville: You always look like you're thinking five steps ahead. What are you plotting now, Mordecai? Mordecai: (half-smiling) Nothing sinister, I promise. Just… the stars. They're too quiet tonight. Neville: (tilts his head) You mean beautiful? Mordecai: No. I mean… they feel like they’re