By Cutieboy90
Three months…
Three. Whole. Months.
That’s how long Stefan’s poor cock had been locked away for. And he was really feeling it as he sat down at his workbench after a long day. He took a moment to look over his progress so far: the hull was complete, the lower decks had been installed, most of the rest of the subassemblies had been dryfit, sanded, and several pieces had even been primed for painting.
The next step was to begin the superdetail. Nine sheets of thin photoetched brass, containing fine representations of vent grills, ladders, benches, deck chairs, pulleys, ratlines, stairs, window frames, and even the steering wheel. Additionally, there was a kit containing the masts, bells, and a sheet to make the crow’s nest. And at last, a small plastic bag with the ship’s three propellers, each cast in solid brass. Stefan could feel their weight in his palm.