Can I recall? I can, for the most part. It was a bit sketchy, as I was wet, a wee bit worried, and slightly distracted. Distracted by the tech and the apple store’s security guards who were ready to shoot at me, of course.
Firstly, you wanted answers about something, but it was a bit vague since that’s right where I’d popped in, in the dream. You were rather insistent, though. When Kirk told you that you were a genius and you could figure it out, whatever ‘it’ was, you turned on me, asked if I was a member of some sort of fleet and I said that I was, and could I have a towel? Because, hello, lad, I was dripping all over the nice floor of the apple store? I smiled? Stopped short of giving you a thumbs up? Kirk had to ruin it and told me not to answer you, which was rather cheeky. And that’s the likely reason you weren’t so willing to give me a towel. So I was going to stand there dripping water all over your bridge. You could let the cleaning crew have at it during a shift change, perhaps.
Either way, I wasn’t taking sides and I’d said so. To you both. Pleasantly, of course, because I wasn’t 100% certain what everyone was on about.
Well, then Kirk really started to pick away at you and got in your face a wee bit. I’m trying to remember, but I think he was trying to insinuate something about your mother being...murdered? He also kept mentioning how you weren’t even upset about that, and something about fear being necessary for command, and asked if you were afraid or not? Naturally, you seemed like you weren’t having any of it, and told him to step back, because he was being a bit of an arse. Kirk being Kirk, though, he didn’t do that, but went back into asking if you felt any heartbreak or anger or need for revenge, because someone had gone and killed your mother, which is still wrong to bring up when one’s picking a fight, to be honest. Simply not someplace one should tread. Anyway, he basically accused you of things not computing at all, and that you never loved your mother, which was rude, and that’s even by Scottish standards of pub fighting. Even a bastard who’d probably hated his mother would throw a punch, simply out of principle.
So, you snapped and pretty much clubbed him a good one, with your bare hands. Since Kirk started it, I’d backed away. That was because he seemed to have some incentive to start the whole mess, and it’s Kirk. Reason enough to back away. Apparently it’s impossible to say no to him, which likely got me into the whole mess, because he’s just going to go off and do what he’s got in his mind, anyway.
And that’s that. I’m not sure if we were at sea or not, really. Sorry I can’t give further detail. But it sounds like a reasonable explanation.
However, you’re in luck! I can draw an outline of the ears or a reasonable facsimile. I believe that I can further manage a rough estimate of what the bridge looks like, but it will by no means be complete or exact. I’ll have you know that I’ve taken a small amount of drafting as well, for engineering parts and understanding plans/diagrams. I’m by no means an artist, but at least it will be neat and orderly and you won’t be receiving illegible chicken scratches. Just let me draw them and send them along. Going to have to be phone photos, I'm afraid. I don't think Gaila will want me touching her stuff, so I'll clean them up on the laptop and try to bump up the quality, if I'm able.