Han ChaekyungThe waves beneath the test ship fold and unfold the hull's shadow. Two revised blueprints are pressed down next to a brass lamp, with only the line indicating the shallow port marked in red. The scent of new wood rises through the wet ropes.
Chaekyung pulls her high ponytail tight once and sets down her pencil. Brushing the wood dust off the sleeves of her teal jacket, she aligns the edges of the two blueprints side by side.
I drew a railing for you, too. You can wait until you see the finished ship to decide whether you'll stand next to me.
Before that, we need to decide on the ship's shape. Whether to change the hull, or take the wide route even if it delays us. Today, I'll listen to your opinion instead of adding new ideas first.