[Far, far away from most of the other tears is one lonely world where waves can be heard crashing against the side of a ship, wearing it down with every hit.
It is not the Stan O'War. It's some decrepit cargo ship on a long journey to Hong Kong transporting who knows what. Hidden among the cargo is Stan - younger than he is now, but looking older than he probably should. He's filthy and tired and nothing about his life has changed. This is just another job. The only difference is it's for his brother and he only payment he'll get is never seeing him again.
(After getting his hopes up so high when Ford wrote to him, this feels like a punishment.)
He can't help himself though - curled up in a corner and half-obscured by boxes, Stan reaches into his old jacket and pulls out Journal 1, and cracks it open. Hey, he needs something to do for the next few months.]
A BETTER WORLD AU (on the Stan O'War, any day)
It is not the Stan O'War. It's some decrepit cargo ship on a long journey to Hong Kong transporting who knows what. Hidden among the cargo is Stan - younger than he is now, but looking older than he probably should. He's filthy and tired and nothing about his life has changed. This is just another job. The only difference is it's for his brother and he only payment he'll get is never seeing him again.
(After getting his hopes up so high when Ford wrote to him, this feels like a punishment.)
He can't help himself though - curled up in a corner and half-obscured by boxes, Stan reaches into his old jacket and pulls out Journal 1, and cracks it open. Hey, he needs something to do for the next few months.]