Click. Click. Click.
The sound of the lieutenant's boots hitting the steel floor echoed down the empty hallway. There was the constant hum of steam circulating throughout the ship, powering it, keeping it afloat. She had grown fond of that sound, as she assumed most who lived aboard the vessel did; it reminded them where they were, how important their jobs were. To the lieutenant, it also served the dual purpose of filling the silence. There was always noise, even if it was no louder than a whisper. It comforted her.
Her fingers lightly tapped the railing as she descended down a long flight of stairs into the bowels of the ship. The engine room was nearby, and she had to wipe a thin line of sweat that appeared on her brow. She remembered her days of working there, the almost unbearable heat and physical toil. Though she was glad to be free of such duties, she remained ever aware of the importance of those who continued to watch over the heart of the ship. Without them, her position was